Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
01.Jan.18, 06:21 PM
Rhaedalyn had expected G’nen to come out with some sort of issue for her to look into that he didn’t want R’nya to know about or possibly just a woman’s opinion on something since she was known to be girly and live in her own little fantasy world that created unique perspectives. She had not, however, expected him to come bearing gifts. A soft ‘oh’ escaped as he set the vase –something she hadn’t really paid attention to when he came in-- on the desk and explained the purpose of it. She bit her lower lip to avoid the giggle the explanation of what a vase was for prompted.
It quickly died before it was given though, thankfully, as she didn’t want to be rude or insult the brownrider. “Your mother?” Rhaedalyn was having trouble grasping that Wenon knew the activities she enjoyed so much and wondered how much her mentor really did know about her. Was she always watching? Did she feel left out and want to pick flowers as well? Did she approve of such a hobby that R’nya also indulged her with? She must if she was pointing it out to her son which encouraged him to get her something to house freshly picked flowers in.
Rhaedalyn dutifully peeked at the vase to admire the wax coating G’nen spoke of though it wasn’t something she was overly familiar with and nodded her approval at what she saw. She was just starting to genuinely admire the carvings of flowers and firelizards, a smile in place, when the reason behind the gift came out. Rhaedalyn blushed at the kind words and didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t used to compliments and had never figured out how to graciously accept them when they did come her way. Even with R’nya she still fidgeted and had trouble believing him. But to have someone in her Weyr that she was helping to take care of thank her for her work wasn’t at all something she thought she’d have happen when she woke up that morning.
And then the strangest thing happened; G’nen kept talking and brought up Wenon again, this time stating her approval. “Thank you,” she finally managed to get a couple of words out though on a whisper as she looked down at her hands. Now she really didn’t know how to accept such praise! She was certain Wenon disliked her and thought her useless, a slow learner, and a horrible goldrider.
She quickly dashed away the tears of joy and relief that threatened to spill and looked back up at G’nen with a smile. “Your secret is safe with me, G’nen.” She wouldn’t dream of talking to Wenon about anything that was said. If the woman couldn’t say it directly, then Rhaedalyn wasn’t going to prod her about it. She didn’t want to anger the older woman and she felt if she brought it up then it would seem like she was looking for an ego boost and it had a chance to strain the relationship they had.
Another glance at the vase prompted Rhaedalyn to get to her feet and fetch the water jug that was repurposed into a vase the day before when R’nya had surprised her with a late lunch and a handful of flowers. She quickly moved water and flowers to the beautifully carved vase and set the pitcher aside to be cleaned later. “Thank you again, G’nen. It’s beautiful,” again she smiled and then a thought hit her, “did you make this yourself?” She didn’t know why she automatically assumed he had purchased it but thinking on the way he had carefully held it and set it on the desk and showed off the detail, it made more sense and the gift all the more special.
It quickly died before it was given though, thankfully, as she didn’t want to be rude or insult the brownrider. “Your mother?” Rhaedalyn was having trouble grasping that Wenon knew the activities she enjoyed so much and wondered how much her mentor really did know about her. Was she always watching? Did she feel left out and want to pick flowers as well? Did she approve of such a hobby that R’nya also indulged her with? She must if she was pointing it out to her son which encouraged him to get her something to house freshly picked flowers in.
Rhaedalyn dutifully peeked at the vase to admire the wax coating G’nen spoke of though it wasn’t something she was overly familiar with and nodded her approval at what she saw. She was just starting to genuinely admire the carvings of flowers and firelizards, a smile in place, when the reason behind the gift came out. Rhaedalyn blushed at the kind words and didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t used to compliments and had never figured out how to graciously accept them when they did come her way. Even with R’nya she still fidgeted and had trouble believing him. But to have someone in her Weyr that she was helping to take care of thank her for her work wasn’t at all something she thought she’d have happen when she woke up that morning.
And then the strangest thing happened; G’nen kept talking and brought up Wenon again, this time stating her approval. “Thank you,” she finally managed to get a couple of words out though on a whisper as she looked down at her hands. Now she really didn’t know how to accept such praise! She was certain Wenon disliked her and thought her useless, a slow learner, and a horrible goldrider.
She quickly dashed away the tears of joy and relief that threatened to spill and looked back up at G’nen with a smile. “Your secret is safe with me, G’nen.” She wouldn’t dream of talking to Wenon about anything that was said. If the woman couldn’t say it directly, then Rhaedalyn wasn’t going to prod her about it. She didn’t want to anger the older woman and she felt if she brought it up then it would seem like she was looking for an ego boost and it had a chance to strain the relationship they had.
Another glance at the vase prompted Rhaedalyn to get to her feet and fetch the water jug that was repurposed into a vase the day before when R’nya had surprised her with a late lunch and a handful of flowers. She quickly moved water and flowers to the beautifully carved vase and set the pitcher aside to be cleaned later. “Thank you again, G’nen. It’s beautiful,” again she smiled and then a thought hit her, “did you make this yourself?” She didn’t know why she automatically assumed he had purchased it but thinking on the way he had carefully held it and set it on the desk and showed off the detail, it made more sense and the gift all the more special.
