1-27-10 - A Major Promoted - Zoe Lang, Rahier.

Salamandastron: Leaders' Office

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This room is obviously and strictly all business. The walls are bare, except for the occasional military decoration of crossed swords or what have you, as well as the occasional, dim candle. In the room, there is an ornately carved, oak desk, behind which rests a comfortable arm chair. In front of the desk two slightly less comfortable and straight-backed chairs sit, most likely to keep the occupants on their toes. The desk is often covered by stacks of papers, sometimes haphazard, and sometimes neatly placed, depending upon the officer using the room at any given time.

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                 Visible Exits:

[Out] to Hallway

This evening finds Zoe spelled from her duties in Halyard! Though she's been spending much of her time there, she has responsibilities, you know. Paperwork! Promotions to hand out to deserving members. You know. Things. She's seated behind the desk with her spectacles sitting on the bridge of her nose. Though they only serve the purpose of focusing one eye, these days! She's working over a rather length report. There's no end of reports with everything going on in Halyard. Sigh.

Rahier has come back to the mountain to do equally important things... eat and rest and rest and eat. But someone sent for him! And that someone is apparently Zoe. The door clicks as he turns the handle and pokes his head inside. "Usually y'call me up here t'paddle m'bottom," he says. "But I can't f'th' life o' me think o' somethin' I did wrong. Uh, recently." So he slides on in, and grins. "How's it, Colonel?"

"Oh, I'm sure there's somethin'," Zoe muses dryly. She sits back from her work, folding her paw in her lap as she considers him. Squint. "Have a sit, eh? How goes everything in Halyard? The rescue effort? I undahstand you've been doin' a lot with that."

Rahier takes the offer of a sit and pulls out the chair facing across the desk at Zoe, to sink down into it. He does so with a grateful sigh. "Thanks." Ah, his feet... hard to keep them dry, even, makes for trenchfoot if you're not careful. "Well," he muses, himself. "It's a lot t'keep track of. Movin' people outta bad areas while helpin' th'wounded. Distributin' supplies. I've been tryin' t'keep everythin' organized as best I can.. maybe think o' it as organized chaos."

Zoe_Lang chuckles. Rather apt, indeed. "It'd seem so. It'd also seem that you've been takin' on a bit of responsibility outside o' yer infirmary, these days." She flashes him an amused grin, and then. Ahem. Clears her throat. "Anyway, I thought you ought t'know that it's been noted. It's been more'n noted. How long've you been a majah now, Rahier?" Her brow furrows as she looks at him, as if she's attempting to figure the sum herself. The seasons seem to blur together, though. Tsk.

Rahier scratches at his ear. "Well sometimes I do choose t'leave f'somethin' other than food, though I have on occasion taken m'meals in th' infirmary." The question makes him pause, cupping his chin with that very paw that had scratched his ear. "Uhm, a while. Ten seasons o' so?" It's been many moons.

A good long time, indeed. Zoe nods lightly. "That sounds about righ'," she agrees. She slips open a drawer and pulls out a small wooden box and sets it on the desk between them with a nod. "This's for you." Pause. "Well. The box you c'n have if you want it, but mostly the contents."

Rahier is still scratching at his head now, trying to remember back when exactly he got promoted. He remembers lieutenant, ha, those were the days, but is interrupted by Zoe taking out the box. "Th'value of a good box is not t'be underestimated," the major says, but leans forward, his ears canted in curiosity. With both paws, he picks it up and tilts open the lid.

Inside, are all the necessary markings of a Colonel. Badges, medals, what have you. They are nicely arranged, the medals glinting in the lantern light. She tilts her head as she watches him, a small smile tugging up her lips.

Things he associates with Zoey! And, ah, Earblade. Sundew! Good times. Rah's mouth drops open a bit and he makes something of a surprised squeak before reaching into the box to pick out a piece, the shiny medal, holding it up. His eyes go from it to Zoe and he... beams. "Thank y', Zoe." Eee.

Ahh, Earblade. Sundew. The good ole crew, which Rahier's been around long enough to be a part of! Even if he was a whippersnapper. Her smile grows and she inclines her head in acknowledgement. "You deserve it, Rah." She pauses, and her grin splits a bit wider. "'Scuse me. I mean /Colonel/."

He totally was. Just a little guy back then, y'know. Like ten seasons even! "Thas' me, eh? Colonel Rah?" He can't help but laugh as he tries it out, and then closes the lid on the box. For a moment. Before he opens it again, to peek down inside it. "Thanks, thanks again," he says, his voice a happy murmur.

Zoe_Lang allows her expression to soften a bit, because hey, it's Rahier. He is kind of like a son or a little brother or something. She's proud! "... Yeah, yeah. All righ', well. I'm sure you've got a lot t'do, now, least of all at least one night o' drunken celebration if I know you at all, so I'll give you leave t'go. We'll sort out all the rest in the next few days, s'far as duties 'n' the like are concerned."

"Dunno whatcha talkin' 'bout," he says, still wearing that spotlight of a grin. Ahh! "Yes, o' course." Rah rises from his chair, pushing it back with his unfolding knees as he does, and hugs the box close into his chest. "Thanks Zoe. I'll look forward t' it." For now, he has to go skitter off, eh? And he does that, grinning while he exits.