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21.Dec.17, 10:40 AM
Biting his lip in a moment of hesitation, Quinvalis started to wonder if it was a bad idea after all to disturb the woman when he wasn’t on official business. Too late, though, since he had already announced his presence and couldn’t flee from losing his nerve. So he entered, being as silent as he could, though he was pretty sure no one else would be in the weyr. He didn’t know for sure; maybe Wenon had a lover that somehow escaped the gossip of the Weyr and he was interrupting something intimate. He felt the colour drain from his face with that thought and paused mid-step, once again considering fleeing with a quick ‘never mind’ tossed out.
Luckily, he didn’t, and he was soon facing the woman sitting at her desk, properly clothed, and Quinvalis exhaled the breath he had been holding during all the wild thoughts that had been running through his head. “Good evening,” he greeted with a small smile and was glad for his full hands so he didn’t fidget while trying to find the best way to explain why he was there. He probably should have thought of that before coming over.
“I, uh, went to visit my mom today and I, well…” the best way was the most direct and to just spit out what he wanted to say. Wenon especially seemed the type to hate beating around the bush and would probably appreciate a quick explanation. “Our tavern makes the best stew in all of Telgar and I thought maybe you’d like to try it,” he lifted the pot a bit, as if it wasn’t already obvious what was in it. A quick scan of the organized desk showed there was a clear spot and Quinvalis took another step closer so he could set it down gently. He had made sure nothing sloshed over the edge on the walk and it now sat harmlessly for Wenon to hopefully eat later.
“I was also in the market and,” how did he explain he was shopping for a gift and why? He didn’t want it to seem like a pity gift and upset the woman; he only wanted to show her some kindness. “I wanted to get you something. As a thank you for working so hard.” And so she’d know someone was thinking of her but he didn’t know how to say that and instead just held up the bag with the scarf in it and looked down in embarrassment, hoping she’d accept both gifts.
Luckily, he didn’t, and he was soon facing the woman sitting at her desk, properly clothed, and Quinvalis exhaled the breath he had been holding during all the wild thoughts that had been running through his head. “Good evening,” he greeted with a small smile and was glad for his full hands so he didn’t fidget while trying to find the best way to explain why he was there. He probably should have thought of that before coming over.
“I, uh, went to visit my mom today and I, well…” the best way was the most direct and to just spit out what he wanted to say. Wenon especially seemed the type to hate beating around the bush and would probably appreciate a quick explanation. “Our tavern makes the best stew in all of Telgar and I thought maybe you’d like to try it,” he lifted the pot a bit, as if it wasn’t already obvious what was in it. A quick scan of the organized desk showed there was a clear spot and Quinvalis took another step closer so he could set it down gently. He had made sure nothing sloshed over the edge on the walk and it now sat harmlessly for Wenon to hopefully eat later.
“I was also in the market and,” how did he explain he was shopping for a gift and why? He didn’t want it to seem like a pity gift and upset the woman; he only wanted to show her some kindness. “I wanted to get you something. As a thank you for working so hard.” And so she’d know someone was thinking of her but he didn’t know how to say that and instead just held up the bag with the scarf in it and looked down in embarrassment, hoping she’d accept both gifts.
