Standing on a street corner, waiting for tomorrow.

[jkatkina]

Name:	jkatkina
Story:	Fensirt
Colors:	Skylight 1. Standing on a street corner Scarlet 4. After all, tomorrow is another day.
Word Count:	330
Rating:	G
Warnings:	none
Summary:	Qensuna and Tunada having a frustrating day.
Notes:	A wee one.

Two days ago Ruben had started consistently pairing up with another young Rider. Today Qensuna watched across the dry field with canted ears and had to admit that they seemed to be getting on wonderfully. He was certainly doing better; he didn't have that sweaty-palmed look he'd had the whole time they'd been practicing together.

Her spirits sank lower than they had been, thinking of the carousel of young humans she'd been saddled with today. He wouldn't be the last to jump ship.

"You know, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm cut out for this." The speaker was to her left and about as dry as bone. Startled, she looked and saw Tunada -- only Tunada.

"What?" They hadn't talked since last week's trick. "But you're one of the best Riders out here."

"Hmm, yes." It wasn't quite false modesty. He seemed to be considering, flexing his toes to run them through the sand. He spoke with familiarity more than what their brief acquaintance would suggest, and after a moment of thought she decided it was more comforting than strange.

"But... you're not having any trouble with what they're teaching." She nodded out towards their peers, practicing their dull circles and jumps for free ride.

"Not technically, no." He kneaded the ground, thoughtfully casting about for a place to sit. "Maybe I should have said 'I don't think I'm cut out for this anymore'."

Uncertain, Qensuna offered, "well, you're really good. Maybe you could try something else," she told him, echoing conversations she'd had with herself. "Maybe you could become a teacher instead." He startled her by laughing.

When the sonorous sound of his chuffs had quieted, he seemed to have lost the inclination to sit. "Yes, and become a revolving door for every human butt that doesn't know how to braid a lock of hair. There's a thought." Grinning with his mouth, still chuckling to himself, he cast her a nod and loped away as abruptly as he'd arrived.