fit check for my napalm era
Verity greeted Senator Sarn's staff with the easy charm that came with familiarity. Since her early days in the Senate, she had developed a fondness for Eharl Sarn, the Ithorian Senator for Enarc, when he had introduced himself by bringing a moonfley vine to her office. It was a lovely gesture, and somehow, inexplicably, miraculously, that vine was not just still alive in her office, but thriving, climbing along the wooden sticks that Verity had provided it for that purpose, winding its way up and around them that would have been unnerving -- almost eldritch -- to see at speed, but which observed slowly, day by day, was -- endearing.
Her friendship with Eharl had only grown when he was elected Vice Chair of STACREST. As a rule, Verity made it a point not to call on the Vice Chair -- STACREST was, after all, one of her dearest ambitions and she did not like to miss meetings -- but she was comforted to know that if it ever did happen, with Senator Sarn at the helm, the committee's work would continue.
Verity had been loathe to put STACREST on the request for this meeting, because in truth it was about something else. She had brought something small, procedural, to discuss so as not to make liars of herself and Senator Sarn, but still. If this thing blew up -- and it may yet -- she did not want the committee's work tarnished by it. Still, the work was too important to simply let it ride, as she had established in her earlier meeting with Senator Yittreas. The Senator greeted Sarn's receptionist with a smile and made quiet conversation for a few moments before she was admitted to Sarn's inner office. Verity allowed the door to close behind it and crossed over toward his desk.
"Good morning, Eharl," she said, her smile genuine for the older fellow. "How are you doing? It's been nice to have a bit warmer weather this week, hm?"
