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21.Dec.17, 11:17 PM
G’nen had learned at a young age that his mother was not the easiest person to get along with. He loved her, of course, but that didn’t mean he was unable to see that she had a quirk or twelve that made her a bit trying to spend a lot of time with. He’d spent four years in Exile with only her and Yanth, he’d know it better than anyone.
And, knowing Wenon, G’nen figured her ‘apprentice’ of sorts could do with some encouragement. His mother didn’t give words of praise often, and based on how she talked about Rhaedalyn and G’nen’s own experiences with the Weyrwoman, she deserved to know Wenon appreciated and approved of her. Even if he had to say the words for her.
In order to do this, G’nen had collected some information on what Rhaedalyn might like. He’d heard a bit of exasperation from Wenon on how often she liked to pick flowers, with or without R’nya. Truly, G’nen was happy the pair could enjoy simple things like that together, especially considering how much work they had to do running a Weyr. He thought it might be nice to find a gift that could accompany or encourage that activity, and eventually he decided on a vase.
He decided to make the vase himself, always being one to prefer gifts with a personal touch. G’nen carefully selected a small block of wood that had been discarded by someone else and carved it into a small vase. While G’nen could carve, he wasn’t a master at fine detail work, but he thought the little flowers and firelizards decorating the sides of the vase would be recognizable enough. He finished it by sealing the inside with a wax so that it could safely hold water.
The morning after he’d deemed the wax properly set and finished, he headed off to the Weyrwoman’s office after checking that his mother was occupied elsewhere. G’nen carefully adjusted his hold on the gift before reaching out with one hand to knock on the door.
“Rhaedalyn?” He called out, gently pushing open the partially ajar door. “Do you have a moment to spare?”
And, knowing Wenon, G’nen figured her ‘apprentice’ of sorts could do with some encouragement. His mother didn’t give words of praise often, and based on how she talked about Rhaedalyn and G’nen’s own experiences with the Weyrwoman, she deserved to know Wenon appreciated and approved of her. Even if he had to say the words for her.
In order to do this, G’nen had collected some information on what Rhaedalyn might like. He’d heard a bit of exasperation from Wenon on how often she liked to pick flowers, with or without R’nya. Truly, G’nen was happy the pair could enjoy simple things like that together, especially considering how much work they had to do running a Weyr. He thought it might be nice to find a gift that could accompany or encourage that activity, and eventually he decided on a vase.
He decided to make the vase himself, always being one to prefer gifts with a personal touch. G’nen carefully selected a small block of wood that had been discarded by someone else and carved it into a small vase. While G’nen could carve, he wasn’t a master at fine detail work, but he thought the little flowers and firelizards decorating the sides of the vase would be recognizable enough. He finished it by sealing the inside with a wax so that it could safely hold water.
The morning after he’d deemed the wax properly set and finished, he headed off to the Weyrwoman’s office after checking that his mother was occupied elsewhere. G’nen carefully adjusted his hold on the gift before reaching out with one hand to knock on the door.
“Rhaedalyn?” He called out, gently pushing open the partially ajar door. “Do you have a moment to spare?”
