Sherrhiana walked quickly through the halls to give an impression of being in haste for something important. A week since she been raised, and truth be told she couldnt say she noticed the difference much. And all this morning she had been stuck infront of books, she had brougth waited till lunch before delivering them so she wouldnt meet that vicked bat, or so she hoped, and it had come true, she had taken lunch in the messhall. Smiling she was glad she had caugth the reference to a lunchmeeting between the bat and another sister, with no tasks on hand she had every intention to get out of the tower for what seemed to be the first day of spring.

 

She played with an edge on the shawl, she wasnt sure if she loved or hated it, all she had worked for and she couldnt get herself to put it down in frigth of beeing sent off like an intiate to do something. Yet it marked her out as a young sister, it didnt help that she wasnt particulary strong in the power. No beeing raised had been far from what she imagined. As she came outside she instantly headed towards lesser used gardens, and then wandered aimlessly, only focusing on the sounds around her, birds chipering, and especialy for any sign of persons.

 

Metall against metall caugth her off guard though, and she looked up and around, then realising she wasnt far from the yard. It was chilly but one advantage of having been raised was learning the secret of the serene mask of Aes Sedai, which also happened to shield you from things like temperature. Looking around making sure there was no one from the tower in the imidate sorounding she removed her shawl, then let herself fall into the state of mind she used hours and days to practise till she had it down. She folded the shawl up and tucked it under her arm, then used the one power to open a hole in the hedge and wrigled through, heading through another couple small gardens she finaly found herself face to face with the yard.

 

Staying to the side she looked around, then followed the edge untill she was well out of sigth of any and all enterances to the gardens, she found a shadowy spot under a tree and put her tucked up shawl behind her back as a pillow after drying out the ground. She looked at a small flower so tender having broken through and grown up already, she didnt think it would survive, there would be cold nights still before the spring was properly in progress, and while the sun warmed it was still chilly in the shadows.

 

Sherrhiana took out a small wooden puzle, she liked these things, and had found a vendor in the city some years back that sold fairly descent ones. She let herself get absorbed in solving the little puzle and felt herself relaxing.

Sandre walked the yard with a large water skin thrown over his shoulder. He was not sure why today he was cut a small break. Time to study what he wanted or help where he wanted or not help at all. It was desire to see the sun that brought him to the yards. He had his work out for the day and so watched the other trainees spar. He brought water to them when they called for it or when it was obvious they needed it. It did no good for a student to pass out. He was also courteous to the tower guards as they passed by on their rounds, tower guards needed water too. It wasnt just being nice though. Sandre rarely did anything that did not serve him in three different ways. He watched the trainees and how they worked their forms looking for weaknesses and new tricks he could learn, he passed out water as an excuse to study them, and truth be told, he had not made any friends beyond his own room mates.

 

He turned to see a woman lounging under a tree. He had never seen her before and she did not appear to be an Aes Sedai. She was working a small puzzle. Sandre himself had a small collection including one he prized above all, a Shienar puzzle that determined if you were to be trained as an officer or not. Considering the heat he decided to approach, shade didnt sound too bad either. He realized that helping this peasant or tower servant or whatever she was with water served none of his reasons for being out here but it may have also been his inability to relax that had made it difficult to make friends. It would also explain why he felt that the other trainees measured themselves against him.

 

Approaching the stranger his eyes took in her form. She was handsome though not what would be considered pretty in most places. She may not have known it but her build was solid and she would have been considered a fine catch in the borderlands. Sandre had been good in his stealth class but he noticed that the woman's sense of smell was fine tuned. The pine based soap he used because of its ability to stave off sickness and infection gave him away first. As he got closer and stood over her the sun got in his eyes so he could barely see. He held out the water skin anyways and shielded his eyes with his arm.

 

"Water milady? It wont do to pass out in the heat. Its cool. I drew it from the river not but a few minutes past."

 

He waited calmly unable to see anything.

 

OOC I wasnt sure if she was wearing her mask or not. Also the description he observed was from your bio. Not sure if that has changed at all. :)

 

 

The wind brougth a new scent, it wasnt untill shadow crossed over her face though she realised it wasnt for real pinescent. Her head snaped up and she turned around with the power soaring in her veins, as she realised it was but a trainee infront of her she let go some of the source, then collected herself and put on the mask hiding her emotions. Considering the question still puzled over the whole situation, she then tilted her head in acceptance, "I'll take some water, but you shouldnt sneak up on people, bad things may happen"

 

She felt like ripping his head off for scaring her, but it wouldnt be very Aes Sedai like, and the last thing she needed was the bat or some of the other older sisters to rip into her for mallrepresenting the ajah. She carefully put the puzle down as if it was glass, then streached a hand up to rescive the skin.

Sandre passed the water skin slightly stunned. He was starting to wonder if it was a sign of man hood or something that when you meet a woman the first thing she does is snap your head off. He had spoke to one other woman since he got there, Thera, and she had snapped his head off too. She seemed in no rush to drink and he was in no rush to pick the heavy skin back up so he sat down next to her and looked at the puzzle between them.

 

"Nice one. I have a few like it.If you like these though you should try lock picking"

 

She had a scar of some sort on her face he noticed. He felt bad for her in a way. Her confidence was probably not great because of it. He smiled at her when they made eye contact. He then looked off into the cloudless sky.

 

"Locking picking is almost a puzzle itself. Except while you can see the puzzle in a puzzle box a lock forces you to abandon sight, hearing, taste, and smell. You have to feel it. All your concentration has be on your sense of touch. If you do not have a delicate touch you will break a pick in the lock. I have the lock I just bought for the chest in my room and my picks if you want to try. Its not a good amature lock but I can still show you how if you let me."

 

He turned his eyes back on her and waited for her answer.

 

 

She tilted her head so she could see him better, for some reason his small talking sort of engaged her, maybe because it was so true to her, if not for the power she migth not have heard him. Yet it was a well hid secret to some extent, that she had some lack of vision was unavoidable to be found out working with the yellow, if nothing else then due to the scar. How bad it was though was something she stubornly had mostly managed to keep to herself, and when it came down to it was something that it suited her to keep keeping to herself.

 

Locks was something that was not hard, she had learned how to undo them with the usage of saidar in her late novice days, but she did like puzles, and he seemed not to realise who she was, so her plan had worked. She therefor tilted her head in acceptanse, and tried a smile, something that felt very odd to her. "Of course", without the agelessness she just looked young, younger then her age, he probably thougth her a girl his age, not realising she was old enough to be his mother.

 

She caugth a wiff of a crocus, between the one power and her compensation for other sences beeing weak, she wasnt sure if it was close or further off. "Can you smell Crocus?" she liked them, small but strong as they broke through snow in early spring, she hadnt been able to look for any though in the last week with everything that had happened.

Sandre began to scan around for a "Crocus" which he guessed was a flower of some sort. There werent many, certainly not enough to give off a strong scent. He noted that was twice now that she used her sense of smell as her primary sense.

 

"You must have a better sense of smell than I. You noticed my soap and now a flower where the nearest one is ten feet away. I have trained that sort of thing out of me. There are too many other things to notice."

 

Looking around as if to make his point he said.

 

"I can tell you what those two sparring trainees next three moves will be. I can tell you one dips his left knee too far in Arc of the Moon and that slows him down."

 

He scanned the yard further to make sure that she didnt think that all he thought about was battle.

 

"I can tell you that that Aes Sedai over there has something up her sleeve. I thought it a knife at first but it turned out to be a romance novel. I can tell you by the way that guard walks and the sounds of his steps that that guard has a limp he hides and it pains him to do so, but smell that flower from here? You are my master in that respect."

 

He smiled. It had started to become easier to smile on occasion since he got here. However he didnt have the heart to tell her he could sense things from her too. Like that she was trying really hard to hide her emotions.

 

"Seems everyone here has a secret to hide. Nothing seems to stay a secret to a careful observer though. So why are you out here alone?"

The mention of Aes Sedai almost made her jump, she had let her guards down, and surely if the other paid attention then would seem a beakon as she held the power. Quickly she droped it, biting her tounge to not allow herself to blush, fool she was. Hopefully the book would indicate a brown, she felt like she was siting on needles not trying to turn to see who it was.

 

"Just enjoying the spring sun, and the fresh air" she had to watch herself for this one, bloody warders and their observation training. She didnt see how anyone could trust to have a person as near to one as a warder would be, it was completly illogical in her mind, she hardly trusted her own shadow to not hurt her, the only exception was her grandmother, she had been a fine woman.

 

"And you yourself, no classes?" her voice was devoid of emotions now, though not hostile, but she was starting to remember why she didnt like people, she never forgot for long. If only her grandmother was still alive, she would found a way to go there, to visit, even if she had to figth her way past the bat and the other old goats. Enwrapped in her own thougths for a moment she forgot herself and didnt notise the sadness passing into her eyes, on days like this she would have learned of plants and herbs from her grandmother, when she was a child anyhow.

 

ooc seems dm is slowing down, and that i somehow managed to find my inspiration ..oh well just means you will get this rp down sooner then forseen ;)

Sandre noticed her ducking her head at the mention of Aes Sedai. He couldnt blame her. They made him jump too. She was asking about classes with a clear voice though her eyes showed the pain of loss. The woman was starting to become a puzzle herself.

 

"No no classes for me today. The things stopping me from becoming a guard can not be taught in a classroom or training field. They still try to find use for me though, and classes. I believe I saw them trying to sneak a basket weaver in as part of my next weeks curriculum."

 

It was a joke... at least he hoped it was.

 

"So how about you? Why does someone come to the tower grounds for sunshine instead of a park? I dont mean to pry but your eyes say pain of loss and when you voice is cool you lose that mask of control, when you have the mask your voice betrays you. Im sure the yellows here did what they could."

 

He didnt want to see if he struck a cord. He knew what it was like to hold back your emotions though. He had exploded multiple times doing so with his own anger and people very nearly had been hurt each time. Himself most of all. Long moments seemed to pass before either one spoke in the entire conversation. As though sparring. Moments of slow careful movement followed by an explosion of activity.

 

"Not my business, I just have an anger problem. I found when I held it in it often came out when I didnt want it to anyways. It just seemed to me that what you are keeping inside is eating you up as it did me."

 

OOC I hope that wasnt too sudden

She was too tired, she never lost control like this, she had goten through her training keeping it all to herself, but it had been none stop since her raising. Calming her mind she put on the mask of controll, that emotionless mask not of her own creation but of Aes Sedai, and she felt everything become more distant in a way.

 

"You are right, and maybe if you used half as much energy on focusing on the tasks at hand, as you do on your anger then, well you could get raised a guard. I am sure the greens could have good use of someone like you in time" Her voice was cool and controled now. "It do not seem you lack in brains for it at least like some here surely do, thinking its a game of fame or heroic, or whatever else it driving them, and the guard do have a use"

 

She recognised the need for an army at time, just not that of trusting someone like so many did when bonding a warder, and the greens bonding several of them. Well it was their sacrafise, and at least here they could pick the finest of all soldiers, which at least did make sence when you first were to do such a silly thing.

 

ooc nope, my turn to play ;) :P this should become interesting

"I will be no ones warder" He said with the last word almost spit out in contempt. Pupils became needles points. It only took a few seconds to regain his composure.

 

"Its the people of Tar Valon I care about. I wont be some lap dog."

 

Resting his arms on his knees he looked out at all the trainees. There was a sudden influx of them when Sandre came in. There were plenty of trainees now who all wanted to be Warders.

 

"Besides, there is plenty who wouldnt mind kissing an Aes Sedai boot. I am just not one of them."

 

It was true. There were so many eager trainees that they would do just about anything to be a warder. His anger was fine as long as there wasnt an Aes Sedai about or they werent mentioned. It was enough to kill his good mood. To even think he would be a warder.

"And you just prove the point to well dont you" she tilted her head and felt her shawl fall out from her back onto the ground beside her. "Dogs always have the potential to bite, they are great tools for guarding and hunting, but never to be trusted fully, less they bite the hand that feed them"

 

Her voice stayed in control, and her face emotionless, it was a simple statement as if fact presented like a logical argument to finalise a debate. Though in this case one that the trainee had not been privy too, not fair perhaps, but no one ever said the world was fair.

 

She finished the lock and tossed it to him, "though you wont do the people much good as a trainee, so I'd sugest you grow up and control your emotions, or run along and get yourself killed as a greater fool then your so called lapdogs for not being in control of your temper, and thus stop wasting good men and women's time." she handed back the waterbag. "Thank you". Grabing her shawl she put it around her shoulders, and in the process managed to look to her side and get a view with her good eye of the sister, a brown, nothing to worry about.

 

 

ooc take it where you want, dunno what would help your character more, walking off thinking about things, or taking up the discusion about the positives and negatives of warderhood ;)

Sandre was shocked to see the shawl go around the woman's shoulders. Twice now in a single week he had this same discussion, twice now they both said their part and left without so much as a name. (I will never trust a person who wont give their name ever again.) At first Sandre wondered if he had been set up by the Guard he dueled. Then realized it was way to convenient. He then wondered if the Aes Sedai set him up but they would have no way to know he would go to talk to her. There was only one way to think this through...

 

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Pulling out a weighted lathe Sandre trained like a man possessed. When he tired of the lathe he practiced mounted combat, when night fall rolled around stealth. When he finally finished as though trying to sweat out and train out the impurity... and the anger, he sat on the bridge over the river to the one of the cities. The Aes Sedai was right. Hatred and anger was getting him no where. However it was not enough for him. Four years of accumulated anger was not going to vanish in one conversation but it was a crack in his walls. It was time for him to see the Aes Sedai with open eyes and hear them with open ears. If he liked what he saw and heard then maybe he would learn to live with them. If he didnt.... he would leave Tar Valon.

 

End

 

OOC thanks again Liitha :)

ooc no problem...just poke me if there is something more, it was fun exploring the char, its only like the second ever rp i did with her lol...and well she has her own issues but thats part of the planed fun with the char