10.Dec.17, 07:01 AM
Rhaedalyn froze when she heard her name in a familiar voice that she wished wasn’t familiar. It wasn’t that she hated Wenon – it was hard for Rhaedalyn to hate someone even if they truly deserved it – but the ex-riders made her nervous and she supposed she was a bit afraid of them as well. Some were prone to wild mood swings and those were what scared her the most. Wenon seemed to be one of the few that was more in control and could even pass as normal a majority of the time but Rhaedalyn still tensed every time they had to interact.
When Wenon said R’nya had asked her to come, Rhaedalyn’s mouth dropped open before quickly closing it in a little glare-turned-pout. How could he do that to her? He knew how she felt about the ex-riders and he even felt the same way at times and took to hiding when he could. She debated the merits of hiding under her desk but it’d look awful if Wenon actually found her under there and if she asked the older woman to come back later; she would. There was no getting out of meetings with her and Rhaedalyn sent Muffin off to scold R’nya for her with a few whispered words to the little blue firelizard. Rumour and Whisper stayed where they were, perched on a shelf that she kept empty for that very reason. They could be rascals at time and Rhaedalyn learned early on to keep their preferred places clean or they’d start knocking things about and rearranging for her.
“I’m here! Come in!” She called out, fumbling with the quill she had been holding to set it aside properly. It was best to just get it over with. She stood, brushing her skirt straight and waited until she saw the other woman, smiling in greeting as she waved to the chair on the other side of her desk for Wenon to take if she wanted. Without waiting to see if she would, Rhaedalyn returned to her chair.
“I’m sorry he brought you out here as I didn’t ask him to and I didn’t know I had need of you,” she felt the truth was deserved and that it might move things along quicker. Sure she still second-guessed herself almost daily and she was finding new things she was in charge of with each passing season and as needs arose, but she didn’t want to run to someone every time she stumbled. How would anyone take her seriously if she always had her hand held?
When Wenon said R’nya had asked her to come, Rhaedalyn’s mouth dropped open before quickly closing it in a little glare-turned-pout. How could he do that to her? He knew how she felt about the ex-riders and he even felt the same way at times and took to hiding when he could. She debated the merits of hiding under her desk but it’d look awful if Wenon actually found her under there and if she asked the older woman to come back later; she would. There was no getting out of meetings with her and Rhaedalyn sent Muffin off to scold R’nya for her with a few whispered words to the little blue firelizard. Rumour and Whisper stayed where they were, perched on a shelf that she kept empty for that very reason. They could be rascals at time and Rhaedalyn learned early on to keep their preferred places clean or they’d start knocking things about and rearranging for her.
“I’m here! Come in!” She called out, fumbling with the quill she had been holding to set it aside properly. It was best to just get it over with. She stood, brushing her skirt straight and waited until she saw the other woman, smiling in greeting as she waved to the chair on the other side of her desk for Wenon to take if she wanted. Without waiting to see if she would, Rhaedalyn returned to her chair.
“I’m sorry he brought you out here as I didn’t ask him to and I didn’t know I had need of you,” she felt the truth was deserved and that it might move things along quicker. Sure she still second-guessed herself almost daily and she was finding new things she was in charge of with each passing season and as needs arose, but she didn’t want to run to someone every time she stumbled. How would anyone take her seriously if she always had her hand held?