Friends Like You

Writers: Paula, Miriah
Date Posted: 31st May 2013

Characters: B'jon, Eirlira
Description: Eirlira and Bedjon meet and quickly find out how each other think.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 13 of Turn 7

Bedjon was trying to fish out his boot, which he had somehow managed
to kick under his cot. That meant laying on his belly, across the
corridor through the candidate barracks. He already had two candidates
jumping over his legs, fortunately they were taking it good
naturedly.

There were soft foot falls and then a pause. Eirlira looked down at
the sprawled candidate and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you
doing down there?" She blinked. "And why are you blocking the pathway?"

"I'm looking for my boot. I know, won't be long..." Bedjon replied,
his head under the bed and reached out. "Hah, got it!" he pulled
himself out and straightened, dangling the errant boot on his hand.

There was no smile on Eirlira's face and his triumphant words only
caused a slim brow to arch. "So happy for you. Can you get out of my
way now?"

"Aren't you a sour grape," Bedjon muttered and brushed dust off from his shirt.

Eirlira stared at Bedjon with a twist of her mouth, a bit imperial and smug. "Hardly."

"Really, fooled me. Smiling doesn't kill you, you know," Bedjon replied and gave her his best smile.

He was totally aware that people found him attractive or cute and quite ready to use it.

She tilted her head at him, her lower lip pursing out in a bow. He was attractive. Perhaps, she
thought, he could be a temporary distraction, someone to amuse her for a time. Finally, a slow
smile grew on her face, her eyes glinting. "No, it doesn't."

"See, not dangerous at all," Bedjon said, happy to see her smile. He pulled the boot on. "I'm Bedjon by the way."

Her posture changed subtly from distant to smoothly alluring and her voice became a low purr.
"I'm Eirlira. It's a pleasure."

"Nice to meet you," Bedjon replied and straightened.

"Why don't we walk to the dining hall together? It's about lunch time I could use the company."

"Me too," Bedjon answered with a friendly smile. "Where do you come from?" he asked when the exited the barrack.

"Sunstone." She sniffed derisively. "I'm rather glad I left."

"Funny coincidence, I'm from Sunstone area too. My dad has a cothold not far from River Bend," Bedjon chatted with his usual friendly fashion.

Eirlira's nose wrinkled further. "I'm sure you're glad to be here." She paused and then turned to him. "I think I've heard of you, actually." Her lips lifted widely.

"Really? How?" Bedjon was confused and puzzled. He never done anything remarkable in his life so how and why would people outside their cothold had heard of him?

It never hurt to flatter a man. Eirlira's eyes twinkled. "I heard you were a bit of a ladies' man. Of course, it could have been someone else, but I could see it of you."

Bedjon had not expected that, he had half expected that word of him and Krisjic had somehow gotten out despite their attempts to keep it secret. He stared her incredulously. "Now, if someone told you that, that's a whole lot of heardbeast's...manure," he corrected his words to more polite form. His eyes narrowed and he eyed her suspiciously. "...or you're just making it up."

Throwing back her head and laughing, Eirlira tucked his arm closer. "You're so funny. I was teasing you."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't get it," Bedjon looked sheepish.

**So he's gullible as well. Good to know.** Eirlira filed that away and smiled. "It's alright. I didn't take offense." She leaned over to whisper. "But your reaction was worth it you know."

"I'm glad I provided amusement for you," Bedjon replied with dry tone.

Her lower lip thrust out. "Maybe you can provide more later."

"Maybe," Bedjon was getting really bewildered with her. She was nothing like the women he'd known whole his life.

"What kind of?" he added belatedly. It just occurred to him what Weyrfolk might consider fun.... He didn't want any misconceptions. She just was totally wrong gender to turn him on.

Her brows rose and her voice became more than a little sultry. "The private kind, you silly man."

"I think you picked a wrong man for that," Bedjon said as gently as he could.

Her brow immediately furrowed. "What do you mean?" She pulled away a little and eyed him with surprise and wariness. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"I'm sure you're very pretty," Bedjon replied with indifferent voice. His eyes roamed around and light up when he spotted one of the blueriders. "Now there's a man I would like to have some private fun with," he remarked with a purr.

There was a moment of confusion as Eirlira followed Bedjon?s gaze and then a widening of eyes as realization took her. Her jaw dropped and expression of utter disgust overwhelmed her face as she jerked her hand away. "You're one of _them_...."

"So? This is Weyr. Half of the greenriders are 'one-of-thems'," Bedjon said. He was disappointed with her reaction. He had hoped she was more open minded than.

"And all of _them_ are disgusting." Her nose wrinkled with distaste. No wonder he had come to the Weyr. A boy lover. A sharding boy-lover. While she may have to tolerate a few, she was hardly going to be friendly unless she had to. Her chin lifted. "Excuse me, I have better places to be."

"You're not going to make many friends with that narrow minded, hold bound attitude," Bedjon warned her.

She looked down her pert nose at him. "I don't need friends of your sort, thank you very much." With a huff, she flounced away, chin high.

Bedjon just shrugged and decided to forget her. He was not letting one snobby little hold girl to ruin his day. Perhaps he could catch up with that bluerider....

Last updated on the June 4th 2013

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