Wicked Witch Of The North
Wheel of Time Roleplay--A Cruel And Bitter Mercy--IC Thread
This is a RPG set in the Wheel of Time setting. Interest Checks and OOC threads can be found below. This game is still looking for players, the IC is just started early to give those who have already made characters a chance to interact before the main game starts, the party will not be leaving Tar Valon until everyone is good and ready so do not worry. Also should you read this some time from now when the game have moved out of Tar Valon just drop me a line in the OOC thread and I will surly find a way to write your character into the story so there is always room to join this game.
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Tar Valon lay there as a beautiful, white pearl in the middle of a mighty river, at a distance the island city looked serene but when you got close the streets and shops where already bustling with activity despite the fact that they where only bathed in the first, weak rays of the winter sun. The activity of the city that surrounded it was mimicked by the residents of the tall stone tower in the center of the magnificent island, though many of the clerks, servants, guards and even their Aes Sedai mistresses still slept, many where awake and the sound of chatter and feet hurrying here and there could be heard everywhere. This cold winter morning was particularly busy, a large party was set to leave from Tar Valon sometime this morning, a group of Aes Sedai, guards and other support who would be going after that most dangerous of prey, a man who could channel.
Rumors had reached the White Tower not two days ago through one of their agents about an incident in Andor, a young man had been seen doing things which could only be explained by the use of the One Power, now the Tower only found two or three male channelers each year, and there was dozens of such rumors, but due to the fact that one of the Tower's own agents had been an eye witness this case warranted the response of a full Circle rather than just sending one or two women to see if there was any truth to the tale. The Hall of the Tower had hand picked thirteen Sisters to send after the alleged channeler and all of them had been notified about their assignment last night, the mission they would be going on would be dangerous, but vital, if this man from the river village Carysford in Andor proved to truly be able to channel thousands or more would die when he eventually went insane unless he was stopped, had this boy been a girl his ability would have been a great blessing, but in a man it was a menace and though the White Tower had nothing but a cruel and bitter mercy to offer this man, at least he would not get a chance to harm anyone, not if the expedition leaving from Tar Valon this morning was successful at it's task.
In the large room where Aes Sedai, their important guests and often Warders took their meals Kirva Demaari sat eating her breakfast alone. Kirva was a petty woman who looked more like a reasonably well to do merchant's daughter than an Aes Sedai with her simple, but good quality clothes and wild, dark hair. Usually Kirva was a pleasant sight always with a smile on her full lips but this morning there was a worried frown on her pretty features. Kirva was one of those chosen to be on the hunting party sent to track down this man in Andor, and this worried the young Green, it was not so much the associated danger which brought a sour frown to her lips, no the Saldean soldier's daughter had never hesitated to do her duty in the face of danger, no it was more that she had a problem with this particular assignment, and that problem was called Beradain Ellashar, her Warder.
Beradain had been in the same situation once that this young man in Andor the Tower had set it's sights on was now, and Kirva was not so sure he would take well to be reminded of that. Most of last night the young Green had used to try to get out of the assignment, she had gone so far as to get an audience with the Senior Sitter of her Ajah, not an easy task, but she had been told in no uncertain terms that the Hall's choice was final, Kirva was strong in Spirit and she had prior experience with capturing a male channeler she was well suited to the assignment and any concern for the well being of her Warder could not be allowed to outweigh the needs of the Tower, Kirva was trapped, there was nothing she could do but obey. The young Green sigh as she sipped her morning tea, more and more of her Sisters where entering the dining room and finding a set by one table or another, but it was still early and only a handful of other Aes Sedai where in the room and outside the sky had just slightly begun to lighten. Kirva now had a difficult dilemma, she could leave Beradain at Tar Valon, that would protect him from the emotional impact of having to help hunt down another man who could channel, however it would also make him feel useless, and just like any Warder he would get antsy if away from his mistress for to long, and besides Kirva did not want to leave the man alone for what could be a several months long journey, it would take three or four weeks just to get to the town the assumed channeler had been seen in, and then who knew how long they would have to chase after him, left on his own with nothing to do for so long might lead to Beradain's death, taking him with her however and expose him to such a potent reminder of what he had been, that could do the same, there where really no good solution to her dilemma. Kirva sigh as she nibbled on her bread and cheese, it was a simple breakfast but she really could not stomach anything more right now, something she was sure to regret once she had been in the saddle for a few hours later in the day.
Edey Lysonne was on her way to the dining hall, her skirts swishing softly with each step. She had never understood how some Sisters managed to glide across the floor, as if there were no feet beneath their skirts. When she went somewhere, she walked; she didn't glide. A pair of Accepted came down the hall arm in arm, whispering and giggling to one another. They nearly didn't notice Edey, offering last-second curtsies. She gave them a cold, measuring look, as if judging whether she should have them penalized. Their faces went pale, and they quickly scurried down the hall. Their giggling didn't resume.
When she reached the dining hall she still hadn't grown an appetite. But one couldn't start the day with an empty stomach, her mother had taught her, and went to get herself a plate. She noted Kirva's presence on the way, nodding a curt greeting. Why the woman had been chosen as one of the thirteen, she couldn't fathom. True, the Green had previously assisted in the capturing of a male channeler, and that he had been a lifelong friend of hers, if words were to be believed. For that, she respected the woman. But bonding the same man as a Warder the next day? Edey grimaced at the thought of it as she filled her plate with coarse bread, cheese and olives. Looking around the room, she saw no other Reds present, so she went and seated herself across from Kirva. If the Green was to be part of her team, it would be best to know the woman. "A good day for riding", she stated, with her tone far from optimistic. She ate a a few bites before asking, "have you thoroughly reviewed the report?"
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Ah the joys of White Tower politics, well rather the official pecking order for in effect a woman at the lowest ranks of the hierarchy could maneuver so as to hold unofficial power over her betters, but by the Tower's traditions, which could be as binding as law, a woman's place in the Tower's hierarchy was determined by her strength in the Power first and her age second, now age Kirva could understand, but strength in the One Power? The ability to channel was a wondrous thing and it brought many blessing to those lucky enough to possess it, it did however not bring with it intelligence or wisdom. There was a young Blue by the name Abinell Abilmyr in the Tower who had been blessed by the Creator with two things, an ample bosom and and even ampler channeling ability, however by the time he got to her brain the Creator had obviously felt he had been generous enough with Abinell Abilmyr and the woman was as dim as a wet candle, by contrast there was a charming older Gray by the name of Emara Lars who where both kind and smart and she was the kind of woman who could get things done, but she barely had enough ability to make it to the shawl so the dimwitted Abinell would command the smart and able Emara if the situation ever should arise and that made no sense to Kirva, she could understand having a quick and easy mean to identify a superior on the battlefield but there had to be bounds of reason.
Kirva gave Edey a measured nod of her head, the reason why she was reminded of the Aes Sedai pecking order was that she had an example of it right here, the stern looking Red who sat down by her table and greeted her was above the young Green in rank because she was stronger than her in the One Power, off course unlike Abinell Edey was known for being quite competent so this time the young Green did not have a reason to complain. Kirva kept her voice polite and respectful as she spoke, just a hint more so than the different in strength between them warranted, just to make sure she appeared to be well mannered, it was never good to step on anyone's toes unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Good morning Sister."
Kirva said before she glanced towards the high, arched windows that let the beginning light into the shadowed dining hall, the windows where beautifully carved, a testament to the Ogier stone masons who had worked on them.
"Yes, the snow from last night seam to have stopped, it will be a bit chill but nothing like a Saldean winter, I do think you are right that it will be a good day for riding."
The young Green added, yes the riding would be fine, it was where they where going and the purpose for the journey that where hard to swallow, it was necessary off course, but feeling the despair that always where present in her Warder it was hard to be a part of causing that to happen to another man.
Kirva sipped her tea before she nodded to Edey's other question.
"I have reviewed the rapport yes. One of the Tower's agents, a woman by the name of Saleen Gareem was out taking her morning walk when she saw two tugs try to rob a young woman and her child. As our agent watched a third man stepped forward and tried to stop the robbery and but when that attempt went sour and both of the tugs begun to beat on him, before anyone could be summoned to help this third man tossed one of the robbers of him as if he where a rag doll and blew up a cart filled with fish behind the other and then he escaped in the chaos that followed, and if rapports are to be believed this happened in the town of Carysford not that far from Andor. The rapport also carries a description the the man our agent suspect is a channeler...so yes I have gone through the information, it is not really that much to go on."
Kirva nibbled on a piece of cheese as she considered.
"If the Tower's agent was right about what she saw then it is rather clear someone channeled during that misbegotten robbery, but it may not have been the man who stepped in and tried to save the woman and her child, for all we know she could be a wilder and not even know it."
Kirva sigh, she was grasping at straws and she knew it, but she just desperately did not want to be a part of capturing a male channeler and she even less wanted to put Beradain though having to be a part of that. The young Green probably let a bit to much of her worry show on her face but right now she did not care, she had not told Beradain about the assignment yet and she feared for how he would react.
Edey nodded as the Green spoke, satisfied by her meekness. This one wouldn't be a problem, she thought, but she had judged wrongly before. She no longer gave her trust at a whim, as she had done as a girl, and it would be no different with Kirva Demaari. She continued eating while she listened, keeping her ageless face quite neutral. "Yes", she said as the other finished, "there is a possibility that it was not the man who channeled", her lips involuntarily twisting as she said the words. "The only way to find out for certain, is to pay Carysford a visit." She hesitated before saying, "it is good to know at least one other has her wits about her in this party of ours", voicing it more like a fact than a compliment. "And as I understand, you have some previous experience in this sort of thing. It must have been a horrible event. I heard the man even fought back with Saidin", she said, shaking her head. "Few of them dare trying to channel, nevermind attacking, in the sight of a Circle."
She resumed eating, letting the words linger in the air for a bit. "Oh, yes, I was meaning to ask. Your ... Warder. Beradain, is it?" She asked, as if she didn't know the name well, "do you plan on bringing him along?"
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The young Green gave the Red a slight inclination of her head to acknowledge her near compliment, that was all that was needed Kirva thinks, Edey did not seam like the woman would would appreciate flowering words and pleasantries being exchanged back and forth between them. Suddenly the discussing when where off course it had to, to Beradain, but even if she knew the questions about him would come the young Aes Sedai could not completely keep the sadness out of her voice as she spoke about him.
Kirva well remembered Beradain's weaves as he had desperately fought back and tried to defend himself against the Circle trying to take him down. It had been frightening off course but as none of the Aes Sedai had died seeing her friend's fear once he had been captured...and later, that was far worse.
"It is always frightening to be in a battle situation Sister, however you have to expect a man to defend himself. If I where in his place and someone wanted to shield me and bring me in to..."
The young Green turned pale and she did not finish what she was about to say, there was no need to say the words.
"Well yes you know, I imagine I would be fighting back with everything I got as well. The Light protected us and none of us was killed, there are other parts of that...hunt that stand out more horrible to my mind than Beradain defending himself, though off course having a man toss weaves around your ears is never something that make you feel safe and warm to say it like that."
Kirva gave a slight smile at that, no, a powerful male channeler was a terrifying thing, even she had to admit that, and even when that channeler was someone you had stolen apples with as a child.
"I would not presume to speak against you on what is your Ajah's main area of expertise Sister but I assume most of the men you take down do not have the skill to fight back, it is hard to learn to channel on your own and it is not any easier for the men, for really what worse could a Circle do to them in combat than what we will do once we get them under control and brought to the Tower? I do think most would fight back if they could, luckily you Ajah catch most of them early, before they can learn much about their abilities."
Kirva looked down, she made sure to keep any disagreement with the more powerful Sister polite and non confrontational, she did not need to get on the other Aes Sedai's bad side, especially if they would be traveling together.
Soon the conversation went back to Beradain and this time Kirva could really not keep her worry from showing on her features, Edey was asking the same question she had been asking herself since she had been told she would go on this expedition, what to do about her Warder.
"Yes his name is Beradain Sister Beradain Ellashar."
Kirva sigh and fingered the rim of her fine Sea Folk porcelain teacup for a while.
"Truth to be told Sister I have debating what to do about Beradain for a while now. I do not want to leave him behind, he is my Warder, but at the same time, going on a expedition like this might be to much for him, you know what he is...or rather what he was, he is a good swordsman but he is emotionally quite...fragile I am afraid, which is to be expected given his condition."
Kirva could feel Beradan down in the Warder's training yard, she could feel his concentration, he was working on his sword forms probably, good...keeping busy was good for him on the other hand even as he concentrated there was that feeling of sadness in him, of despair so deep is threatened to swallow him whole. Suddenly Kirva did not feel very hungry anymore.
"Like I said Sister, I have not decided what to do about him, this situation is a bit of a problem for me you could say."
"I sometimes wonder what it feels like for a man to be gentled. Most take their own lives short after. Had it not been for you bonding him, he would have ended up the same most likely", Edey said, her voice devoid of sympathy. She wagered the Green had bedded him as well, the thought itself unsettling. Sisters bonding and bedding gentled men, what was the world coming to? "If you have doubts, I'd rather you not bring him. A thread less can be a worry less. I wouldn't want one of the Sisters in my party spending most her time comforting a male channeler, sorry, former male channeler, when our focus is to hunt for one", she said bluntly. "The bond must be such a burden on you. If he were to do something drastic while you were away, perhaps it would be best for the both of you". She might have overdone it with that last bit, she thought. She didn't want an emotionally unstable Sister in her party any more than she wanted a gentled man, but delicacy wasn't Edey's strong side. Besides, she would rather deal with one or the other than both. In between her words she had eaten the rest of her meal, and was studying the Green for physical reactions. It might be unseemly to think it, but Greens tended to hide their feelings more poorly than the other Ajahs, at least in her experience. Edey herself usually kept her emotions well in check, as they should be. They were Aes Sedai, not farmgirls.
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There were things channelers seldom discussed, and that they never discussed at the dinner table, loosing the ability to channel and what that would feel like was at the top of that list, if Kirva had not already lost her appetite she did now and in fact she looked like if she was getting rather nauseous, how could Edey sit there and eat and discuss this like if it where nothing?
"What male channelers feel when they are gentled?"
Kirva said with a bit of shock in her voice, then she drew a deep breath, Edey had probably internalized the idea that what happened to men and what happened to woman was two different things, Kirva decided that if the other Aes Sedai where trying to make her uncomfortable she could do the same in return and remind her that despite the words being different men and woman reacted the same to loosing the ability to channel.
"I suspect it feel the same as it feel for a woman to be...stilled."
Kirva said, her voice taking on a slight edge even if her guts twisted at just saying the word, all channelers carried the fear within them that they might one day loose their abilities, off being bonded Beradain made that fear much more difficult to bury for Kirva than for most, but none liked to consider the possibility.
"They feel pain Sister, gruesome, earth shattering agony. Beradain...Beradain...told me once after one of his nightmares what it was...like, he could feel that weave the Mother and her Circle made slice into him and then there was just pain. You can just look at them as it happens, I mean your Ajah catch one often enough, they all scream, some just faint from shock."
This was not a topic Kirva enjoyed discussing but she continued, her voice even and like steel now, she could show the cool, emotionless Aes Sedai serenity as well, she just choose not to most of the times and it did not come natural to her.
"We know we can feel things happening to our connection to the Source, if you where to shield me and not be very careful about it I would feel some discomfort, if you where to cut one of my weaves I would feel a shocking recoil as the threads rebounded into me and I am sure that you at some point have drawn to much, almost everyone have and there is a point where the sweetness go over into pain, it makes sense then that if someone was to cut into that clearly rather sensitive pat of our...what shall we say? Spiritual anatomy then that will cause a great deal of discomfort."
Kirva had to fight hard now not to vomit, it cost her a great deal to just sit an casually speak of these things, but if she could give Edey just a hint of the unease the older Aes Sedai had brought to her with her question then it would be worth it.
"I do not think it is what they feel as it is happening that is the problem though, pain can be handled or at least endured and then it is over. Now the problem is that they loose their ability to channel."
Kirva looked into Edey's eyes for a moment, not as a challenge, the young Green fully accepted that the other was her superior, no the look she sent the older Aes Sedai was just to make an emphasis for her words.
"How long have you gone without channeling Sister, I have gone a week once, just to see how long I could stay away, but the end of those days I where all most crawling on the walls, imagine knowing you could never channel again, never feel the bliss of touching the One Power again, that is what is killing these men, that and..."
Kirva's mask of serenity dropped and she shivered, sympathy for her Warder and fear for his condition shone on her face.
"It is a terrible thing we do to these men Sister, I know I would rather die than face what have been done to them and I think most of the women able to channel living in this Tower would agree."
Kirva sigh and looked down, perhaps she had managed to make Edey uncomfortable, it suddenly did not feel important as the conversation went back to Beradain. Off course the Red was right, Kirva should not bring him along if he would fall apart on them during the way, even if a Warder would not be as important for the expedition as an Sister was they still had to be able to relay on every member of the group if things got dangerous, Edey was right to question whatever Beradain would be able to carry his own weight. The Tower captured two or three men who could channel a year and most of them where in terrible conditions after they where gentled, the one other than Beradain who was alive currently did not speak and did not leave his room unless forced and when he was he just wandered around aimless with dead eyes. Kirva shuddered again and drew a deep breath.
"Beradain is functional, I have had him with me to the Borderlands and he do his job as a Warder, I have not just bonded him out of sympathy, he is a fine swordsman and while there is always this deep sadness in him manage to do his duties, as you can see by me being here and him not I do not spend all my time comforting him."
Kirva said, she glanced at Edey when the other Aes Sedai said that the young Green's bond to Beradain had to be a burden on her, with a sigh the Borderwoman nodded, the three oaths would not let her deny that fact.
"It can be a burden Sister, I am not denying that keeping Beradain alive is difficult and shearing even a hint of what he is feeling is terrifying, but he is a good man and he is worth the effort."
Kirva folded her hands in her lap, there was rich emotion in her voice now, her Warder was a good man...and she had been a part of capturing him, at least now she could be a part of trying to make his life better. Kirva would not admit it to herself though but Edey's words that it would probably be better for both of them if Beradain was allowed to kill himself, painful as the statement was, it was probably true.
"Beradain will do his duty if I bring him along, he will not like it, and seeing another man channel, and then seeing that man be dragged to the Tower like he was, that might break him, but he will do his duty, he is a Borderman after all."
Kirva looked sadly in the direction of the Warder's training yard where she could feel Beradain was still training.
"If you wish Sister you can meet him yourself if you need proof that he will be able to pull his weight in the expedition, just please do not say anything to upset him, he will still do his duty but there is no need for him to suffer more than he already do."
She noted the Green's discomfort at the subject, as most Sisters would react. Stomach-turning though it might be, a thing didn't disappear if no one talked about it. Most women in the Tower would very much rather not discuss important subjects such as gentling. Edey understood them, but she had no patience for such things. Edey shuddered as Kirva mentioned stilling though. Now that was a different matter entirely. Saidin was touched by the Dark One and was hardly as sweet as its counterpart, Saidar, from what she had learned in her studies. Painful though it may be to be gentled, she thought again of the irrationality of men. They should feel relieved that they were saved from madness, and that was worth all the pain in the world by her account. As it was, they were doing these men a kindness, and so much resources went into bringing them back to the Tower, cutting them off from the Source, and then keeping them around as objects of study or in some cases, as pets. If she had been the one to make the laws, she'd rather have the men burned to crisps with Fire where they found them. That would be mercy enough.
She had never really thought about what it would be like to be cut off from the Source completely, at least not for herself. It was a heart-sinking concept, and irrelevant as of now. She'd begin thinking about it when there was cause to do so. She had never really gone a day without the One Power, as far as she could remember, but she wasn't about to tell the Green that, and simply listened as the Green spoke. Why would anyone go a whole week without it? It would be an easier task holding your breath for the same duration.
Meeting her Warder? There was nothing she'd want to do less with her morning, but she supposed she had to know this Beradain as well. The Greens and their men were inseparable at times, and to know one you had to know her men. Little though she liked it, she wasn't about to be scared away by a gentled man. She had faced many enough before, but she could never shake off her distaste. She nodded sharply and stood. "No time to dawdle then, Sister. We don't have the whole morning to gawk at Warders."
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Kirva stood as the higher ranking Aes Sedai did, to do something else would be disrespectful and while the wild haired Borderwoman might look like a farm girl she was Aes Sedai and while she did not like all of the White Tower's customs she respected them. The young Green had not eaten much, she would have to make sure to remedy that before they left, as little as she felt like eating after her discussion with Edey about...certain subjects she needed food, for now though she would comply with the wishes of her superior and just walk beside the other woman as they headed down several stairs and then went towards the always noisy Warder training yard.
Outside the air was cold, a thin cover of snow colored the ground as white as the tall building it surrounded, servants huddled in their cloaks, their cheeks red in the cold morning air, Kirva however looked as if she was enjoying a warm spring afternoon, her skin was as pale as always and she neither shuddered or showed any other signs of being cold, the young Green gave a slight smile, it was a trick of course, left out to the elements an Aes Sedai would freeze to death just as easily as a normal person but the trick was just one more thing that made Aes Sedai seam mysterious and over time it had become second nature, Kirva blocked the cold without even thinking about it.
The Warders training yard was a series of penned in areas and obstacle courses where young men who wished to one day be chosen as Warders took lessens under the watchful eyes of their superiors and where those already bonded honed and maintained their skills. A few novices who probably had other places to be than to stand here and ogle the men all but ran when they saw Kirva and Edey, the young Green had to smile, it was not so long ago that she had been one of those girls though she had minded her chores a little better.
Beradain was sparring with another man, a board shouldered Arafellin named Umin Ketov. Beradain was a striking man, he was tall but slender and he looked almost frail, his hair was kept short but wild on his head and it was black as a raven's feathers, his skin, like the rest of his colorings came from his Malkieri mother and was pale and his eyes where somewhere between light blue and pale gray but the shape of them held the typical Saldean slant which made the man look almost catlike. Umin managed to get in a hit with one of his wooden practice swords and Kirva had to suppress a wince at the sound of it impacting with her Warder's ribs, serious injuries resulting from training was rare but sparring still got rather rough at times. Beradain did not seam to notice what would surly become a good sized bruise, instead he danced around Umin, the other man was bigger and stronger but Beradain was far more agile and soon he had kicked the other Warder's feet from under him and placed the point of his practice sword at the other man's throat, for a moment the two of the looked at one another then Umin laughed.
"You are a sly one you cat eyed bastard."
The Arafellin barked in a good natured manner before he let Beradain help him to his feet, Kirva's Warder inclined his head but he did not join in the other man's laughter. The two Warders bowed to one another and went to put their practice swords away and by this time Kirva and Edey had gotten all the way over to the place where they had been sparring.
"Well done Beradain."
Kirva said with a smile to her Warder as the dark haired man ducked under a fence and came over to her giving a nod to Umin as the other Warder excused himself and headed towards a group of other men who where discussing something near the entrance to one of the stables. Beradain did not answer his mistress praise, he only gave her a shadow of a smile which did not touch his sad, mournful eyes.
"This is Edey Lysonne...ehm, I will be leaving on an expedition with her, so she wanted to meet my Warder."
Kirva continued, she was careful now, she did not know how well Beradain would react to the nature of that expedition once he found out about it, all in all he was doing very well, most men in his condition could hardly be motivated to say two words, Beradain trained, and while he was always sad a few times he could even be seen smiling, but still, he was what he was and if he was reminded to much about what had happened to him he would shatter to pieces like a fine Sea Folk porcelain cup against a stone tile floor.
"I see, that it is wise to know the people one will be traveling with."
Beradain said after he had looked from Kirva to Edey, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, but whatever or not it was fear or anger that caused them to do so was hard to say. Beradain gave Edey a deep, elegant bow, but his eyes followed her every movement as if he expected her to harm him in some way, he probably well knew what Ajah she was from.
"I have seen you...around the Tower Edey Aes Sedai."
The Warder said respectfully, but his voice shook with emotion he was barely able to hold back.
"It is an honor to make your acquaintance, I am Beradain Ellashar."
Thee was hopelessness in Beradain's voice as if he would weep but he had no more tears left to give, he was polite though an well mannered, there was that at least.
Returning to the tower was like returning to a prison for Rosaline. She had despised every minute of her apprenticeship. To this day she refuses to wear any white clothing. The gossip, the hierarchy of leadership and power, the politicking… disgusted her. There were far more important matters going on about the world than who is wearing what, or who was seen walking the halls with whom. The thought caused her blood pressure to rise. She took a deep breath and opened herself to Saidar, the sweet flow of power soothed her. She held on to Saidar as she prepared for the day.
Rosaline dressed in her finest dress for her first appearance in the tower in over a decade. Many of the faces were new, but at the same time many of the faces were familiar, even if the names were forgotten. Today, she chose an elegant yellow satin to reflect her Ajah . The dress had a plunging neckline that revealed perhaps a little too much of her modest bosom, meant to distract attention from her less than average height, of which she was self conscious of. Her long black hair pulled back and braided intricately, with yellow ribbons woven throughout, fashioned to mimic the weaves used for healing. On her ears she wore her cuillendar stud earrings, which she never removed no matter the occasion.
With a sigh of reluctance, she released Saidar the absence of power leaving a void in her, as if a part of her soul had left her. She donned her best ‘Aes Sedai’ face, lifted the hem of her dress and glided out of her room. Gliding took more effort than she cared to admit, but appearances were everything in this place. One mis-step, one hair out of place and she could be shunned from even her own Ajah. It was no secret that she had no friends in the Tower. She had friends when she was a Novice and carried a few through the rank of Accepted. But once she was raised to Aes Sedai, her so called friends dwindled away as power and rank became more important to them than friendship. She was stronger than most in the Power and that granted her an amount of respect from others, but it was not respect that was earned and she dismissed it as if it were a mosquito buzzing about her ear. Tower politics, psssh!
Arriving at the offices of the Sitters of the Yellow Ajah, Rosaline waited patiently – as patiently as she could at least – for her appointment. Once she was called, she gracefully entered the room and was shocked to find one of those ‘old friends’ from when she wore the white of an Accepted. Quickly she masked the look of surprise as the Sitter smirked at her.
“Callene Sedai, may the Creator bless you.” Rosaline said to the old acquaintance. Callene’s strength in the power was miniscule if Rosaline recalled correctly. How did she rise to Sitter? Rosaline questioned thoughtfully. Seniority must have placed her in the office, she concluded.
“Thank you Rosaline Sedai,” Callene said. “How is Saldea fairing these days?” she asked, and as Rosaline opened her mouth to reply, Callene cut her off. “We would like to welcome you back to the tower formally, but I fear other matters are pressing.”
Rosaline snapped her mouth shut and stuffed her anger down at the woman’s gall. Rosaline was raised to the shawl before this woman was and was ten times stronger in the power. But custom demanded that the office be respected. Rosaline would play the Sitter’s game for as long as she had to, but not a second more. “I am at your service sitter Callene.” Rosaline replied through near gritted teeth.
“There have been rumors of a man who can channel.” Callene said, “The Amyrlin has requested the support of the Yellow Ajah.” Callene said with a twist of disdain.
So she doesn’t sit well with the Amyrlin, Rosaline discerned from the comment and attitude of Callene.
“You are to report to the Red Ajah and assist them with whatever they require of you in this matter.”Callene commanded.
“It shall be so, Callene Sedai.” Rosaline said, “I have other matters of business from Saldea.” she tried to raise another topic but was cut off again.
“That will be all, you are dismissed.” Callene said factually with a smirk of satisfaction smeared across her face.
Without another word, Rosaline gathered her skirts and marched from the room.
Last edited by Kaizen; 01-22-2013 at 02:50 PM.