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"Come on. Let's go back to your room." Jirre told Anorrel with a wink. He smiled and took no note of her words, they were best friends and Anorrel would not think past that. Cautious by nature, he was a polite young fellow with many more friends that are girls then guys. But being cautious had its drawbacks and many had occured to Anorrel already in his 24 turn life.

So maybe he was a little old to be at the Weyr as candidate, but the Searchdragons would never lie. Would they? Even if he didn't Impress, the large Weyr would surely have a place for him to stay. There were many rooms and many opportunities. Before he came to Falas, he had stayed at another Weyr, Kyma, but left sadly after he learned the eggs of the clutch were not to Hatch due to the lack of care from their draconic mother.

It was a sad situation, and Kyma seemed to be a dying Weyr, the Weyrwoman was never around and her flitters could never be found. But going to Falas on her reccomendation gave Anorrel hope. He had been at Kyma for more than a turn, having arrived with many siblings on Search.

Anorrel smiled and decided to humor Jirre by playing along. He put a hairy arm around her shoulder and lisped at her as if he had no teeth. "Shooo, bach two my rhoom? Itsh about thime." She giggled and pushed off his arm.

He attempted to put his arm back, still playful, and she batted him away softly. Coyly, she asked him and flipped her hair. "Really hunh? You'd better get yurself sum teeth first." He raised his eyebrows questionly and led her down the hallway to his room.

He ran his hand through spiked reddish-brown hair and frowned at her. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" She sounded serious, despite the laugh and mood. Anorrel hadn't known her for that long, but they had definately clicked as friends. They'd met in a candidates class a few sevendays past.

Jirre replied lightly. "You're a healer. You should know how to take care of your teeth." She said and stared solmnly at him.

He frowned and ran a finger over his teeth. Sure, he was missing a back tooth or two from when he was little, but it didn't show. "My teeth are just fine thank you." He said defensively.

She burst into laughter and he stared at her. "I just.... can't... help it..." She sputtered between gasps of air between hearty laughs that echoed down the hall. She managed to quell the laughter and grinned at him through a missing front tooth. "You are too serious sometimes. Too serious. Lighten up!" She accused.

He frowned and could't help but walk quicker and away from her. That wasn't a nice thing to say to him (by his standards) but at least she had said it to his face. Int he past, he had many backstabbing friends who constatly murmored about him behind his back. At least siblings wouldn't backstab you, they frontstabbed you if that was even possible.

Jirre hurried to keep up with his long-legged pace and put her short legs to work. She hurried in front of him and blocked his path down the narrow hall. She looked at his angular face with its stubbed nose and looked at him with one eyebrow raised. "I didn't really mean it! You are gullible too." She told him with a lilt to her musical voice.

His eyes widened and he tried to push past her stocky frame with deep-golden arms. "I don't have to take this." He said, still calm, reviewing his younger sisters' tactics in annoyance. He raised his chin and strode past her.

She panicked slightly and ran to catch up with him, darting under his raised arm to stand in front of him once again. "Take what? I'm only telling you the truth! Why are you so touchy about this?" Jirre queried.

He shot back at her, his rare temper surfacing over this trivial thing, "Have you ever had siblings? Ones that constantly pry and nag at your life? Ones that never leave you alone? Never give you time to take care of yourself? Constantly annoy you so much that you have no time to learn?" He shot at her and pushed roughly past her.

She rested against the cold wall of the hall, stunned at his sudden outburst of Turns worth of pent-up anger and sighed. Were siblings really that bad? Was she once that bad? She ran after him again and poked him in the back. "I'm sorry." She said quietly and followed after him like a pet wherry.

He whirled around and glared at her. "Good for you. Could you just leave me alone now?" He practically yelled at her. Anger seemed to be taking hold after his not-so-dramatic confession to her mere minutes ago. His temper was rare, after years of pestering by younger siblings which had trained him in the art of indifference. But sometimes the anger penned up and exploded out of him at the littlest things in the most stressful parts of his life.

She was stunned at the words flowing out of the kind boy's mouth, but people never really were as they appeared. She stared to anger, "I'm just trying to apoligize!" She said carefully as she tried to rest a stocky arm around his shoulders. (after standing on tiptoes of course)

He whirled on her. "I. Said. Leave. Me. Alone!" He screamed. Her eyes widened and her hand shook.

Her voice wavered as she asked him, "Are you serious?"

He glared at her as if she was the most spiteful thing on Pern. "I don't know. Aren't I always serious? Right? Right?"

She stammered for words as his clouded blue-grey eyes searched her face. "I really didn't mean that!" She protested weakly.

He only shook his head. "Such a weak defense. Of course you meant it or you wouldn't of said it. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

She let a tear roll down a dark cheek. "Because friends don't let friends walk angrily." She tried to joke weakly.

"I told you. WHY CAN"T YOU JUST LET ME BE? Why don't you, you, go jump off a cliff???" He asked and let his horrid words take impact. She immediately turned without a tear and raced away from him. Anorrel stood, with people poking their heads out of weyrs to see what the ruckus was about and only shook his head at him as he stared dumbly at the retreating form.

His brain suddenly started again with a jolt. Shards, what have I done? I've never said anything like this before, even with all of my baby sisters nagging me for this and that... He left the thought hanging and dejectly watched the stout back move further and further away from him towards the door.

Wait. The door? Why is she leaving Falas? He thought hurriedly and raced after her once more as she headed towards the ground exit in the bustling Weyrbowl.

"Jirre! Jirre! Wait!" Anorrel called and ran deftly after his somewhat shorter aquaintance. Almost breathless, he kept steady pace and soon caught up to the girl stalking away angrily. "I didn't mean that. Honestly!" He tried to persuade her as she lef thim in the dust. Needless, she kept up her brisk walking and hid her face under thin, black hair.

She ignored him as he mustered his energy and sprinted in front of her. She only dodged his attempt with skill and started to sprint towards a rocky cliff a litle ways off from the Weyr.

He stood in horror and watched as the tear blinded form raced on towards the high cliffs. Dumbly, he could feel his legs moving under him and felt himself spurred on by guilt and love for a dear friend.

She reached the cliff before him and selflessly flung herself over the edge. Tears poured down his face as he raced after her and peered over the edge.

As he looked over, he saw...

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