27.Dec.20, 02:23 PM
"Keeping me out of trouble?" Gangleri couldn't help but laugh. "Ah but you are far too young to handle the sort of trouble I could get into." He paused a moment, remembering that he was talking to a girl. "Not that you have anything to worry about that, you shouldn't have to trouble yourself with such things. If anything I can make sure no ruffians accost you or some other such nonsense."
Memories of his own recent bit of rule breaking with another far too young woman sprang to mind and he frowned at himself. At least he wasn't planning on doing anything here, then again he hadn't been last time either. Ganglery glanced down at the young woman, other memories haunting him for a brief second. Javira's face, her lips, the looks of ecstasy and bliss he always worked to bring her. He shook his head sharply and tried to refocus.
"Special? Young lady, at my age all of your friends are special and meant to be treasured. But she is just a good friend of mine, and she has a son of her own who is a candidate. I'll be going with her to offer some moral support when he Stands and I thought getting some nice things might be appropriate." He reconsidered her again, this time focusing on comparing her to Quilriana and nodded. "Rather close actually, at least in height. And I'm not charming, just concerned for a young lady's welfare. What brought you to Telgar anyway? I didn't think there was a hatching up at the Weyr here."
He ushered Mylo into the shop and out of the cold, hanging up his own coat by the door and offering to take hers as well. "And you may not need anything but you would probably be more comfortable if you had something more, so let's at least take a look at what's available. You might change your mind."
Memories of his own recent bit of rule breaking with another far too young woman sprang to mind and he frowned at himself. At least he wasn't planning on doing anything here, then again he hadn't been last time either. Ganglery glanced down at the young woman, other memories haunting him for a brief second. Javira's face, her lips, the looks of ecstasy and bliss he always worked to bring her. He shook his head sharply and tried to refocus.
"Special? Young lady, at my age all of your friends are special and meant to be treasured. But she is just a good friend of mine, and she has a son of her own who is a candidate. I'll be going with her to offer some moral support when he Stands and I thought getting some nice things might be appropriate." He reconsidered her again, this time focusing on comparing her to Quilriana and nodded. "Rather close actually, at least in height. And I'm not charming, just concerned for a young lady's welfare. What brought you to Telgar anyway? I didn't think there was a hatching up at the Weyr here."
He ushered Mylo into the shop and out of the cold, hanging up his own coat by the door and offering to take hers as well. "And you may not need anything but you would probably be more comfortable if you had something more, so let's at least take a look at what's available. You might change your mind."