29.Dec.17, 10:20 PM
“Good morning, Weyrwoman.” G’nen returned her greeting, smiling cheerfully as he entered the office. “I hope you are well?” He asked politely as he took the offered chair. While waiting for Rhaedalyn’s response he took a glance about the room. It only reminded him a little of the Weyrwoman’s office at Igen that used to be his mother’s realm. The layout of the rooms was similar, but the furniture was made of a different wood - the one used at Igen was darker than the one used here - and it felt a bit more ‘open’ than Igen. He was also thirty-seven instead of twelve turns old, and facing a smiling woman younger than him, not his mother. A very different situation overall.
“I am here because I have a gift for you.” G’nen said, returning his attention to Rhaedalyn. He carefully placed the vase on the desk. “It’s a vase. For flowers, or some such. My mother mentioned you like to have flowers in here, or go collecting them.” Rhaedalyn didn’t need to know that the comment had been accompanied by a quiet sigh about how frivolous the activity could be. G’nen didn’t see any harm in it, after all. Wenon was just a bit stuffy(He could say that, she was his mother).
“It’s water safe and everything,” he continued, turning the vase so she could see how the water resistant wax coating refracted the light a bit. “I wanted to give you something for - well, for a few reasons.” G’nen laughed gently, still smiling. “For one, I think you deserve nice things sometimes in recognition of all the hard work you do. And for another, even though my mother thinks you are doing well as Weyrwoman and are a credit to the Weyr and your dragon, she’s hardly likely to tell you herself. Don’t tell her I said that last bit, though. She’d give me a lecture about confidential information. ” He said, grinning.
“I am here because I have a gift for you.” G’nen said, returning his attention to Rhaedalyn. He carefully placed the vase on the desk. “It’s a vase. For flowers, or some such. My mother mentioned you like to have flowers in here, or go collecting them.” Rhaedalyn didn’t need to know that the comment had been accompanied by a quiet sigh about how frivolous the activity could be. G’nen didn’t see any harm in it, after all. Wenon was just a bit stuffy(He could say that, she was his mother).
“It’s water safe and everything,” he continued, turning the vase so she could see how the water resistant wax coating refracted the light a bit. “I wanted to give you something for - well, for a few reasons.” G’nen laughed gently, still smiling. “For one, I think you deserve nice things sometimes in recognition of all the hard work you do. And for another, even though my mother thinks you are doing well as Weyrwoman and are a credit to the Weyr and your dragon, she’s hardly likely to tell you herself. Don’t tell her I said that last bit, though. She’d give me a lecture about confidential information. ” He said, grinning.