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21.Sep.13, 03:42 PM
"Weyrwoman Tsuen?" Kahleena timidly opened the door, glancing back anxiously at the other girls that were with her. She didn't think any of them were particularly eager to step into the den of someone they all agreed was both crazy and in a previously bad mood, but neither were any of them prepared to see things get colourful again. Dinner had been prepared for the weyrwoman, ways to apologise and reassure shared between them, and bubblypies were abounding - made with berries, not the redfruit Tsuen was allergic to! It wouldn't do at all to poison the woman when they were trying to reassure her that none of them were against her, plotting her downfall, or screwing her man behind her back.
"My lady, we brought dinner." Stepping into the dull house, after Nirinath had rumbled permission when no sound came from Tsuen, Kahleena opened the door wide and held her tray carefully in the other hand. Her own was piled with slices of meat, and roasted vegetables. Drinks, desserts, and other odds and ends were spread across platters her fellow goldriders were ferrying. It would be delicious, she was sure. The kitchen staff were tallented, and they had all worked veyr hard to help with what creations they could. Kahleena angled for the table in the centre of the dining area, and set her tray down. Tsuen wasn't there, and she raised her eyebrows slightly at Jada; she knew the Weyrwoman best. Placing her own tray on the table, Jada vanished into a room that was likely Tsuen's bedroom. The murmur of voices indicated Tsuen was in there; the lack of slapping or screaming was promsing.
When the two elder goldriders came out of the bedroom, Jada following behind Tsuen, Kahleena dropped into a polite curtsy. It was a formality that was barely used, but the girl felt was particularly important at that moment. Tsuen needed to feel she was in control of them, and Kahleena had been raised in the upper ends of nobility at any rate; whether she was crazy of not, Tsuen was still their Lady, and they were still her lesser folk. They owed her the resepct, especially if they didn't want to watch her go batshit again. She came up smiling slightly, brushing her hands over her skirts as she indicated the table laid out with food trays. "We made you dinner, my lady." She fought the urge to curtsy again; too many and Tsuen would cry falsity even if it were done with the best intentions on Kahleena's part.
"My lady, we brought dinner." Stepping into the dull house, after Nirinath had rumbled permission when no sound came from Tsuen, Kahleena opened the door wide and held her tray carefully in the other hand. Her own was piled with slices of meat, and roasted vegetables. Drinks, desserts, and other odds and ends were spread across platters her fellow goldriders were ferrying. It would be delicious, she was sure. The kitchen staff were tallented, and they had all worked veyr hard to help with what creations they could. Kahleena angled for the table in the centre of the dining area, and set her tray down. Tsuen wasn't there, and she raised her eyebrows slightly at Jada; she knew the Weyrwoman best. Placing her own tray on the table, Jada vanished into a room that was likely Tsuen's bedroom. The murmur of voices indicated Tsuen was in there; the lack of slapping or screaming was promsing.
When the two elder goldriders came out of the bedroom, Jada following behind Tsuen, Kahleena dropped into a polite curtsy. It was a formality that was barely used, but the girl felt was particularly important at that moment. Tsuen needed to feel she was in control of them, and Kahleena had been raised in the upper ends of nobility at any rate; whether she was crazy of not, Tsuen was still their Lady, and they were still her lesser folk. They owed her the resepct, especially if they didn't want to watch her go batshit again. She came up smiling slightly, brushing her hands over her skirts as she indicated the table laid out with food trays. "We made you dinner, my lady." She fought the urge to curtsy again; too many and Tsuen would cry falsity even if it were done with the best intentions on Kahleena's part.
