18.Jan.18, 10:48 AM
At the confirmation that he had indeed made the vase and even helped build some of the huts in Katila, Rhaedalyn was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Of course R’nya gave her little gifts and spoiled her but it was a rare treat when someone else got her something that they had handcrafted themselves. It took a lot of willpower not to throw her arms around G’nen and hug him tightly. She instead focused on his words and nodded her understanding at the directions given to check on any leaking, before realizing almost too late a fun little tidbit about the man.
“Oh! Well, if you ever have an urge to make a toy, I’m sure Alyren or Varlea would love one,” she saw no issues with receiving such items if G’nen was ever inclined to make and offer her one and Rhaedalyn didn’t see R’nya having any problem with it either.
When G’nen promised his mother did in fact like her, Rhaedalyn smiled shyly and adverted her gaze. She didn’t know how to respond to such a declaration and thoughts of little handcrafted toys were quickly forgotten. Was he saying that just to be nice? She didn’t think so, especially given the offer to help her translate Wenon’s words and actions into something a bit easier to understand. “Thank you,” she settled on two easy words that held genuine gratitude in them. “I really do appreciate hearing that. It’s… well, it’s a bit hard on me some days and I’m not sure I’ll ever live up to her expectations and certainly not her legacy as Weyrwoman.” Failure was something she was used to given no one seemed to want to marry her before she was Stolen and she struggled with some sewing patterns and cooking definitely wasn’t her strong suit either, but failing as a leader hurt a lot more than she thought it would.
Rhaedalyn shook herself from the melancholy mood and smiled again at G’nen, “but truly, thank you. The vase and your words have brightened my day.”
“Oh! Well, if you ever have an urge to make a toy, I’m sure Alyren or Varlea would love one,” she saw no issues with receiving such items if G’nen was ever inclined to make and offer her one and Rhaedalyn didn’t see R’nya having any problem with it either.
When G’nen promised his mother did in fact like her, Rhaedalyn smiled shyly and adverted her gaze. She didn’t know how to respond to such a declaration and thoughts of little handcrafted toys were quickly forgotten. Was he saying that just to be nice? She didn’t think so, especially given the offer to help her translate Wenon’s words and actions into something a bit easier to understand. “Thank you,” she settled on two easy words that held genuine gratitude in them. “I really do appreciate hearing that. It’s… well, it’s a bit hard on me some days and I’m not sure I’ll ever live up to her expectations and certainly not her legacy as Weyrwoman.” Failure was something she was used to given no one seemed to want to marry her before she was Stolen and she struggled with some sewing patterns and cooking definitely wasn’t her strong suit either, but failing as a leader hurt a lot more than she thought it would.
Rhaedalyn shook herself from the melancholy mood and smiled again at G’nen, “but truly, thank you. The vase and your words have brightened my day.”