Weyrleader's Conversation [Faerie]

[Grayson]

Wyrmeth had started it just after breakfast, relaying a message to and through Tasikheth. Tasikheth, would you be so kind as to invite your rider to lunch at the Weyrleader's office? There is no expectation of formal dress. The lack of that expectation did rather imply an expectation of arrival - but that, from the aristocratic bronze, was probably no surprise.

When Molly arrived the room had been set up with a tray of tea for two, with a layered display of the sort of dainty sandwiches and little cakes that a Holder's wife would consider the perfect repast for two Blooded ladies, only rather more of them as befitted the riders of fighting dragons. And beside - rather than behind - the desk, C'lina in riding leathers, with the Weyrleader's knots on her shoulder.

"Welcome, Molly, and congratulations on your new position!" The younger bronzerider sounded genuinely pleased to be greeting Molly. "How are you finding it so far, how are you settling in?"