Captain Jenlyns released a long exasperated sigh. He glanced at the parchment in front of him, his eyes squinted with annoyance. His finger tapped the back of the form as he held it, he knew full well what it was. He had seen it twice already in the last two weeks. First McBeef. Then Kiryuu. Now Deneith.
"You too?" He finally broke the long silence that had fallen between him and the female Sultansworn standing before him.
Roen Deneith nodded sharply, still standing stiff in attention. "Aye. Ser."
"Family problems as well?" Jenlyns's voice was just barely maintaining a semblance of patience.
The red-haired woman nodded. "Aye. Ser."
The Sultansworn Captain took a long breath in through his nose, regarding the woman with deliberate scrutiny. He could see the dark circles that had appeared under her eyes and the grim bend to her brows. She looked tired and haunted. What harsh words he may have had for her, about how she had left before during her training, and now, only weeks after being sworn in, she was asking for more leave, and that he still harbored some doubts regarding her dedication to this path...
He would save it for another day.
"Leave granted." He handed the application back to her. "But know this. You will not gain much merit at this rate. It would reflect poorly upon you and your previous mentors, if you continue to show such little regard for your duties. You have been sworn in based on their testament of your dedication and worth." Jenlyns deemed this as a kind but stern warning, but it only seemed to weigh the woman down further. She nodded wordlessly, her gaze lowered.
He sighed, "Turn in your application to the office, let them know you have my approval. And return as soon as you are able. Dismissed."
Jenlyns watched her leave, turning his attention back to the paperwork in front of him with a patient exhale. But then he paused, looking back up to where she had exited. Since when did she have a brother?
"You too?" He finally broke the long silence that had fallen between him and the female Sultansworn standing before him.
Roen Deneith nodded sharply, still standing stiff in attention. "Aye. Ser."
"Family problems as well?" Jenlyns's voice was just barely maintaining a semblance of patience.
The red-haired woman nodded. "Aye. Ser."
The Sultansworn Captain took a long breath in through his nose, regarding the woman with deliberate scrutiny. He could see the dark circles that had appeared under her eyes and the grim bend to her brows. She looked tired and haunted. What harsh words he may have had for her, about how she had left before during her training, and now, only weeks after being sworn in, she was asking for more leave, and that he still harbored some doubts regarding her dedication to this path...
He would save it for another day.
"Leave granted." He handed the application back to her. "But know this. You will not gain much merit at this rate. It would reflect poorly upon you and your previous mentors, if you continue to show such little regard for your duties. You have been sworn in based on their testament of your dedication and worth." Jenlyns deemed this as a kind but stern warning, but it only seemed to weigh the woman down further. She nodded wordlessly, her gaze lowered.
He sighed, "Turn in your application to the office, let them know you have my approval. And return as soon as you are able. Dismissed."
Jenlyns watched her leave, turning his attention back to the paperwork in front of him with a patient exhale. But then he paused, looking back up to where she had exited. Since when did she have a brother?
