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She was going to hate it. It was too much, or too frivolous, or too serious, and he never should have bought it. That was all that Set'al could think about as he paced outside of the weyr Narisa shared with the goldrider from Benden, the gold brooch he'd bought at the recent gather held tight in his hand. He'd come here to give it to her, but now that he'd arrived, he was having trouble gathering to courage to actually go through with it. He wasn't usually the anxious type, but this was an exception...or rather, the last several months had been something of an exception, at least where a certain someone was concerned.

He was undeniably - though he'd tried for a long time - in love with his best friend, who also just happened to be in the running to become Trine's next Weyrwoman. Not that that was important! Not really. Not to him. Well, maybe a little, in that there were any number of bronze- and brownriders who would no doubt be more than happy to court her - and had probably tried to at some point or another. Proper, ambitious riders, wingleaders and wingseconds and whatnot. Point being, she could have pretty much anyone she wanted, and it was silly to even think he had a chance. What did he have to offer besides bad jokes?

Oh, and a brooch. A stupid brooch. He looked down at it and sighed, then stuffed it in his pocket and turned to walk away. This had been a bad idea all around.

Mine! You can't just leave! You have to give it to her.

No, I don't.

If that's how you're going to be, I'll just ask Cepheith and Hers to visit. You can't avoid it then.

Don't you even, Pip. I need more time.

Yes, because you haven't had nearly enough.

"Huh? I - oh." Set'al looked equal parts startled and guilty when he came face-to-face Narisa' roommate. "I was just- just leaving. It wasn't anything important." Although...Kindra was a girl. And a goldrider. And, more importantly, good friends with Narisa. Maybe she could give him some advice?

"Actually, maybe you could help me? If you're not busy, of course."

"Really? Thank you, Kindra." Now that he'd had a moment, and the prospect of some much-needed assistance, Set'al looked - and sounded - considerably less agitated than he had when first caught pacing. He moved to follow, glancing about a little as to be doubly sure that Narisa was, in fact, not home. "Nothing's the matter, really, I just...need some advice, is all."

"I got her this," he explained, pulling the brooch from his pocket to show to the Junior Weyrwoman. "But now I'm not sure she'll like it."

It was a good thing Set'al didn't know what she'd been thinking! He would have gotten all ruffled up all over again. Fortunately, however, this was not the case, and he was safely oblivious. "Oh, yeah, Narisa, of course," he confirmed, mentally kicking himself for failing to specify before. And then she was giggling. Why was she giggling? He really hoped it wasn't directly at him. "You think so? Are you sure? I'm worried she'll think it's too...too..."

He shrugged helplessly. Any number of words could finish that sentence, and most of them were applicable.