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The secretary inclined his head politely. He was a Tabbiri lad, not much past his majority, and the flicking of his tail indicated his perkiness. "Of course ma'am. One moment." He stood and went to the door of the office behind him, knocked, and then poked his head in. A moment passed, and then he stuck his head out.
"She'll see you now." He stood aside and pushed open the door.
Beyond was the office of the Governess. The floor was of polished hardwood, oiled and gleaming in the sunlight that came through the floor-length windows. Flowers had been set in garlands that adorned the walls and transplanted vines, lending a fragrant air of honeysuckle, jasmine, and heather to the room. A large desk of dark walnut stood in the center of the room, on a rug of green Arakmatan silk, and behind it sat the Ancient Aelyrian.
Aerienne looked up and waved. "Serale there! Care for some tea?" Her smile was bright and warm, and the trilling, echoing voice was light. She gestured to a silver tea service set against a corner of the room, complete with biscuits, butter, jam, and honey. There were plush chairs nearby too, for guests.
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