ic. Perine was outraged as she stormed from the city through the gates that lead to the Tower. She had specificly instructed the woman at the seamstress the type of dresses she wanted, and how she wanted her old gowns fixed. The lousy woman had wasted good materials, expensive velvet and silk and some rolls of cotton also in her obnoxious behaviour. Perine looked at the dresses wrapped in her hands. Lace? Why would the woman place lace on her gowns?

 

Perine gritted her teeth and attempted a greeting to the guards who were quick to jump out of her way. The Red knew her blue eyes were icy and if smoke would be able to rise from her ears it would. She was glad in her worn red cotton dress. All her curresnt dresses were in the same shape. She had dearly neglected rendering them as her own spare time was scarce. The morning had started out so happily. She had received no ill reports from the outside world and had been more than anxious to receive the dresses she had ordered. How one woman could ruin her day so completely. The Red Sisters high heels clipped hard on the stone floor as she made her way to her own quarters.

 

The novices and Accepted that came to her tracks made sure to be out of her way before Perine could even register seeing them. Unfortunately three novices walking right past the entrance to the Red Quarters were not as fast. Perine's eyes flashed at them. "You three!" she called coldly and the girls spun around.

 

Perine shoved the pile of dresses in the hands of one of them, a girl with long brown hair. "Fix these." she said but as the Novices made no rush to comply. Perine frowned. "I have everything you might need in my quarters." she said pointing at one of the doors. "I do not want to see any lace or other tacky materials in those gowns." she said barely keeping her voice from a shout. The Red glided past the girls to her own quarters and opened a chest next to the bed. "They best be ready when I return in the evening." She added as the girls entered the rooms and Perine rushed past them out to the corridor. The clipping of her heels on the cold stone floor could be heard as she walked in almost a run. She needed some fresh air and a chance to calm herself. This was higly unlike the normal calm behaviour of the Highest of the Red Ajah.

 

~Perine~

 

ooc. Here is the chore. :) Perine's room is decorated with many red objects, tapestries, carvings ect. Most everything is either red, black or gray. She has stacks of papers piled on the desks in the room which are reports of male channeler behaviour. The dresses look hideous, You can describe them as you wish and fic them the way you want. Most are red, though there are some gray, green and brown dresses also.

Leaving the library, Sandry walked through hallway of the Tower heading for her room for some much needed study-time before dinner. If the trip to Tar Valon had taught her anything it was that knowledge was power, knowledge applied in the proper fashion at least. Sandry intended to learn anything and everything that would possibly help her understand this place and these witc… women who could channel; shaking her head angrily she reminded herself that she was now one of those women. Glaring down at the pages of writing she had meticulously copied only hours before she hurried her steps barely noticing those she passed--a dangerous habit for a novice but she didn’t care at the moment.

 

Rounding a corner she ran smack into two other girls dressed in white; papers went flying, and she found herself nearly following them to the floor. Biting her tongue to keep from swearing she quickly gathered the fallen papers with a murmured apology knowing it was her fault for not watching where she was going. “Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.†Glancing around, she realized she was nearly to the novice quarters and was just about to continue on her way, when a commanding voice said, “You three!†Before Sandry even had time to finish her curtsy she found a bundle of cloth shoved into her hands; she cringed as she felt some papers crumple in her fist as she tried to hang onto them while not dropping any of the dresses. “fix these.â€

 

Sandry stared from the dresses to the Aes Sedai, Sandry wasn’t sure which one she was except that she was a member of the Red Ajah. She gapped for a moment with a dumbfounded look on her face trying to juggle the bundle in her arms; she had never been much of a seamstress, until the Aes Sedai’s frown deepened. "I have everything you might need in my quarters." Sandry had to hurry to keep up with the Aes Sedai, not even noticing if the other girls were coming too. She nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard the Aes Sedai’s voice grow louder, almost to a shout. "I do not want to see any lace or other tacky materials in those gowns."

 

As the Aes Sedai opened a chest, Sandry stood at the door way and took the moment to glance around. She immediately noticed the papers on the desk, curiosity filled her, but she smoothed her features as the Aes Sedai turned and nearly ran her over as she walked through the door. "They best be ready when I return in the evening." Sandry jumped as the door slammed behind her and then glanced at the two other women in the room with her. “Well I am not much of a seamstress, but I guess I can remove some stitches. What about you?â€

 

Laying the dresses on the bed, she began to separate them out without really paying attention to what she was doing, she kept stealing glances at the desk and the papers staked up. She wondered if the other two would say anything if she glanced through them, the Aes Sedai must know more about what was going on in the world than she did, light, everyone must know more than she did with the little she did know. Well she might as well test the waters, “What do you think those are concerning?†she asked nonchalantly nodding towards the papers on the desk. Then trying to appear as if she was just making polite conversation she turned her eyes to the dresses she had spread out and stifled a laugh, they were hideous, with enough lace and frills to make a queen cringe.

~Rossa~

 

The day just kept getting better and better. Rossa knew that as a Novice she was the lowest of the low in the White Tower and that her position as the high seat of her House now that her family were dead meant nothing here, yet it rankled still that she was forced to spend endless hours scrubbing pots on her hands and knees when she was not studying how to lift a pencil off the desk, or hearing how she shouldn’t hold too much Saidar in case she burnt herself out. Traces of grease stained her white dress and her hands were a ruin from where they had been immersed in soapy water cleaning pots in the kitchens. Apart from being unsightly, they were painful from where they had been scraped along the scrubbing block. It hurt! She would never have been expected to do anything like this in her homeland of Altara, nor did Rossa have time to dwell on such distressing memories as her family were all dead now, gone to the cruel flames, and the Aes Sedai filled her waking moments with a succession of meaningless chores and lessons to break the tedium to stop her from thinking about it. At least the fire with which it usually attacked her heart and mind were starting to recede somewhat…

 

Now this. Novices had little enough time, and now she was expected to carry out needlework for this Aes Sedai? Collared in the corridor along with two other girls, Rossa had subsided under the stern woman’s gaze. From her costume and bearing she was of the Red Ajah; she could not determine rank, which annoyed Rossa, as she liked to know where she stood with regards to her superiors. Stop worrying about it! She is higher than you, lowly novice; so just do as you are told! Maybe her quarters would tell her more about the woman that had pressed the sewing chore onto them. It had not been that long a time since Rossa had learnt how to sew and embroider, her mother had insisted they learn it even though they may not have a use for it so they had something to occupy hands and their minds could think unhindered. In an aside to her politically precocious daughter later, when her sisters were all preoccupied with talk of dresses as a result of such activities, her mother had also told her that Rossa needed to learn in order to better manipulate her rivals to have as many strings to her bow as possible. Not that her hand was greatly adept with a needle and thread. She was only passable at embroidery, but her hemming was good enough to please the eye of her mother, and that was good enough for her. Seamstresses usually did that sort of thing, not the nobility.

 

Rossa cast her eye around the room after the imperious Aes Sedai had hurriedly left, leaving her and the other novices with the pile of dresses to amend. Crimson shades everywhere definitely indicated this woman was Red Ajah, even if the dresses could have belonged to anyone. Piles of papers littered desk and floor alike, an indication to Rossa’s eyes that the Aes Sedai was important. A quick glance had revealed that one of the piles at least was to do with men and strange occurrences throughout the land. Channelling? The idea fit, confirming that the woman was Red Ajah. She looked to her companion and saw how she had started unpicking the seams of one particularly garish dress and took one up from the pile - a red gown, with lace at bosom and cuffs that looked hideous. She could quite see why the woman disliked it so. Setting to the lace panel, Rossa considered her follow novice and began to speak.

 

“The one I saw mentioned men doing strange things…†Rossa honestly thought there might be something other to it than the obvious, knowing how Aes Sedai sometimes twisted things to seem differently. She tried to keep her tone light though, not knowing how the other girl would react. Sometimes people panicked over things they did not know about, and there were always stories bruited about concerning male channellers. Stitches fell away as a deft needle unpicked. Maybe a small amount of lace would actually suit the woman, but the distaste with which she had looked at the garment dictated that Rossa would remove every scrap. It would leave a gap though. She pondered. “Maybe there is something around here that will tell us more. I’m Rossa, by the way. Rossa Venye.†Every time she said her name, Rossa found it easier to talk. She did not open up to anyone, keeping as close-mouthed about her past as she possibly could, but slowly, oh so slowly, she was beginning to allow her family’s memory to rest. Never fully though – she would have her revenge for what happened to them – but enough for her to not be impeded by tears at every point.

IC: Zeveria was lost…..and not a little. She was supposed to be going to the library. It was a little embarrassing. Every novice should know where library was but she had only been here one day. With a sigh of frustration she stopped and looked at the little map her mentor had given her. All of a sudden there a jolt and she was forced to take a step forward. Looking behind her she saw a girl with an assortment of papers that had gone flying. Hurriedly helping her pick up the papers she handed them to the girl. Smiling, she was about to speak but then a commanding voice made her forget everything else.

 

“You three! Fix these.â€

 

This woman looked outraged. Looking at the dresses that she shoved in the other novices’ arms she could see why. The lace and frills where hideous. The lack of movement on the novices’ part must have frustrated her. The frown that twisted this Sedai’s face was impressive.

 

"I have everything you might need in my quarters. I do not want to see any lace or other tacky materials in those gowns." turning on her heel the woman led them to her quarters. As they walked in Zeveria was overwhelmed with all the red.

 

‘She must be red ajah’ Zeveria thought to herself. ‘I wish I knew more about them.’

 

After handing them all some needle and thread, she woman stormed out of the room. Taking a moment to look around, she saw paintings and decorations of all sorts. She did notice the desk that was littered with papers and folders.

 

‘Hummm, I wonder what is in those folders?

 

Shaking her head to rid herself of the temptation, she saw that one of the other girls had already sorted out the dresses. Going over she picked up a dress and started on the stitches. She was quite good at sewing so this was easy or her. Being naturally shy Zeveria stayed quiet while she worked but kept her ears open.

 

“What do you think those are concerning?†the one girl said trying not to act to interested.

 

“The one I saw mentioned men doing strange things maybe there is something around here that will tell us more. I’m Rossa, by the way. Rossa Venye.†Replied the other.

 

Not sure if she should say anything, she looked up at them and says they were dieing with curiosity. The temptation was too much….

 

“Shall we look??†Zeveria said in a timid voice.

 

OOC: ok I hope this works for you guys. Perine PMed me a told me that she was not going to be around but that we could NPC her character to get this chore done. Zeveria is about 5 ’10 and has long red hair that normally she likes to keep loose. She is shy girl but loves to have fun.[/i]

Sandry had finished sorting the dresses; grabbing one with plenty of lace and frill she gracefully lowered herself to sit on the floor, chancing another glance at the papers as she did. She glanced up as Rossa spoke “The one I saw mentioned men doing strange things…†Sandry's eyes narrowed slightly at this, but she revealed nothing else of her feelings on the subject as she tried to focus on what her fingers were doing. “Maybe there is something around here that will tell us more. I’m Rossa, by the way. Rossa Venye.†As the other girl echoed an interest in looking around Sandry glanced at both girls out of the corner of her eye, then smiled slightly, perhaps this would be more interesting than she thought.

 

The dress Sandry worked on had beautiful embrodery done in a green the same shade of the dress along the sleeves and bodice; the lace had just been to much, perhaps she could get away with leaving the embrodery if she removed the lace. Holding the dress up to examine she gave them both a mischevious look. "I'm up for it if you two are. We could take turns reading things of interest while the other two work on the dresses."

 

Switching her attention to the dress for a moment she held it up for them to see. Now that the lace was gone the green embrodery on the same green color dress made it seem simple but flattering. She thought that without the embrodery the dress would appear to be incomplete. "What do you girls think? Should I leave the embrodery to soften the toads mood? Oh, I'm Sandry, Sandrilene fa Toren, but most people call me Sandry."

Quietly listening to see what these two girls would say. She eyed them curiously. Then the one girl introduced herself as Sandry. Pretty name thought Zeveria. Realizing that she had not introduced herself, Zeveria said,

 

“I’m sorry I did not introduce myself, my name is Zeveria.â€

 

Looking at the dress she was working on, a pretty silk grey one, she sighed “I’m done with this one, would you like me to read first??â€

 

Waiting for them to nod there assent, Zeveria put the silk dress in the pile of finished ones. As she walked over to the desk, her heart started to beat fast, as it always did when she was being a little mischievous. When she got to the desk she could see the piles were organized in to groups. Each pile was for a specific country and town. picking one up from her home land of Amadacia, she read…

 

“Reports of a 20 year old man in the town of coulsonvile causing spontaneous fires. Eyes and Ears, will gather more info.â€

 

Picking up another one, she read…

 

“Annemarie Sedai has seen young man of 20 years old start a fire out of nothing. Will be gathering more info, and apprehending if found to be channeling.â€

 

Zeveria’s eyes went wide, this was real. Men channeling??? She was a little freighted at the thought, but she knew that the Sisters would take care of it. Arching an eyebrow at the others, Zeveria said...

 

“Who’s next?â€