06.Oct.18, 11:28 PM
F’drel’s relief when Jalazmar dismissed him had his breathing immediately ease, and he was absolutely fine with escorting Jalazmar to the dining cavern if it meant this nerve-wracking meeting was over. Maybe they’d have replaced the klah pot by now and he could finally get some. It only took until nearly noon.
“Of course, my lord,” he said with a nod, quickly standing up and replacing his cup on the small tray with the juice pitcher. Out of habit, he put Jalazmar’s empty cup on the tray too, and decided he might as well take it too the kitchens if he was going to the dining cavern anyway. It didn’t hurt to avoid leaving dirty dishes in the Weyrleader’s office. He gave Jalazmar a look that let the lord know he would be taking this tray and there was no point in saying anything about it. The tray was small enough he could carry it with one hand, especially if he rested the edge of the tray against his body, and F’drel opened the door with the other hand, holding it open for Jalazmar to exit.
Once the lord had left the room, F’drel closed the door and started making his way down the hallway, always very aware of where the other man was walking. It wasn’t long until they reached the dining cavern — it really wasn’t very far from the Weyrleader’s office. F’drel figured that was likely by design. Stepping in the room, F’drel nodded at Jalazmar.
“Here we are. Have a good afternoon, my lord, and I hope you and your wife have a pleasant ride home,” he said formally, before quickly stepping away towards the door to the kitchens so he could deposit the juice tray. He was pleased to notice there was indeed a new klah pot out, so at least he would get something out of this detour.
“Of course, my lord,” he said with a nod, quickly standing up and replacing his cup on the small tray with the juice pitcher. Out of habit, he put Jalazmar’s empty cup on the tray too, and decided he might as well take it too the kitchens if he was going to the dining cavern anyway. It didn’t hurt to avoid leaving dirty dishes in the Weyrleader’s office. He gave Jalazmar a look that let the lord know he would be taking this tray and there was no point in saying anything about it. The tray was small enough he could carry it with one hand, especially if he rested the edge of the tray against his body, and F’drel opened the door with the other hand, holding it open for Jalazmar to exit.
Once the lord had left the room, F’drel closed the door and started making his way down the hallway, always very aware of where the other man was walking. It wasn’t long until they reached the dining cavern — it really wasn’t very far from the Weyrleader’s office. F’drel figured that was likely by design. Stepping in the room, F’drel nodded at Jalazmar.
“Here we are. Have a good afternoon, my lord, and I hope you and your wife have a pleasant ride home,” he said formally, before quickly stepping away towards the door to the kitchens so he could deposit the juice tray. He was pleased to notice there was indeed a new klah pot out, so at least he would get something out of this detour.