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18.Dec.17, 10:28 PM
Though Wenon had a desk in the Weyrwoman's office, she tried not to spend too much time there. As much as she wanted to be privy to all the goings on of the Weyr, which being in the Weyrwoman's office certainly helped with, Wenon knew Rhaedalyn did not want her breathing down her neck all hours of the day. And truly, she did believe Rhaedalyn was a competent Weyrwoman and didn't need her constant presence. She'd never tell Rhaedalyn that though - had to keep the younger woman on her toes.
You could compliment her on occasion.
Shush, that's what R'nya's for. Wenon scolded her memory of Jormath, and instead re-focused on arranging her other desk. She'd had G'nen procure one and bring it to her weyr. While she didn't want to be hovering over Rhaedalyn all day, having a desk simply made Wenon feel better. Even if it was just an old desk with an uneven leg G'nen had done his best to fix (He'd picked up a decent proficiency with woodcarving on the Southern Continent, though he would never be making fancy furniture). She kept meticulous notes on the goings on of Fort Weyr (though she sometimes mistakenly wrote 'Igen'), and had several lists of 'things to make sure Rhaedalyn knows,' as well as all the written communications she'd received and decided to keep for future referencing. She was currently going through her message box, making sure they were stored in chronological order. Wenon was just smoothing out a note that had gotten a bit crumpled when she heard Quinvalis' voice.
"You may come in, Quinvalis." She called back, replacing the now flattened note to the box and turning her attention to the door to her weyr. He usually brought messages from Rhaedalyn, and R'nya as well, so Wenon was curious what he might have to say. The boy had said it wasn't urgent, but plenty of things weren't, so she had really no idea what this visit might be about.
You could compliment her on occasion.
Shush, that's what R'nya's for. Wenon scolded her memory of Jormath, and instead re-focused on arranging her other desk. She'd had G'nen procure one and bring it to her weyr. While she didn't want to be hovering over Rhaedalyn all day, having a desk simply made Wenon feel better. Even if it was just an old desk with an uneven leg G'nen had done his best to fix (He'd picked up a decent proficiency with woodcarving on the Southern Continent, though he would never be making fancy furniture). She kept meticulous notes on the goings on of Fort Weyr (though she sometimes mistakenly wrote 'Igen'), and had several lists of 'things to make sure Rhaedalyn knows,' as well as all the written communications she'd received and decided to keep for future referencing. She was currently going through her message box, making sure they were stored in chronological order. Wenon was just smoothing out a note that had gotten a bit crumpled when she heard Quinvalis' voice.
"You may come in, Quinvalis." She called back, replacing the now flattened note to the box and turning her attention to the door to her weyr. He usually brought messages from Rhaedalyn, and R'nya as well, so Wenon was curious what he might have to say. The boy had said it wasn't urgent, but plenty of things weren't, so she had really no idea what this visit might be about.
