26.Jan.12, 01:36 AM
Echlerov chuckled, and then grinned at her. "Aren't they though?" That was all that really needed to be said, and he shook her hand gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lymsleia. I'm Echlerov, a journeyman Vinter. Are you enjoying it here at the weyr so far?" He was making assumptions, mostly that she was new to the weyr, but since he was fairly sure he hadn't seen her before, it was a fair assumption.
"Would you like a glass of wine? Or perhaps fruit juice?"
These were the moments that he really enjoyed, being a proper host, and taking care of what someone else needed. It wasn't just because she was a woman, nor was he laying any sort of claim, despite what it might look like, but just because he enjoyed taking care of people. All people. Especially during a gather. If people weren't having fun, there was something wrong, and he had no objections to trying to cheer them up.
"Would you like a glass of wine? Or perhaps fruit juice?"
These were the moments that he really enjoyed, being a proper host, and taking care of what someone else needed. It wasn't just because she was a woman, nor was he laying any sort of claim, despite what it might look like, but just because he enjoyed taking care of people. All people. Especially during a gather. If people weren't having fun, there was something wrong, and he had no objections to trying to cheer them up.
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