Aedoein

Amerilia Sedai looked down at Vay as he sat on the cot. He had read about Healing, what had he notread about really? As she placed her hands on the side of his head, he tried to brace himself for whatever was to come, although in truth he had no idea what to brace himself for. Seconds passed, and then it hit him, like a river of ice flowing through him, laced with lightning. The gash in his leg felt much better and much worse at the same time. He threw his head back unconsciously, hoping it would be over soon. Then, as quickly as it had started, the river stopped. He didn't know when he had fallen backwards onto the cot, but her hands must have followed him. Vay lay gasping for a few more seconds, and the world began to come back to him.

"You can stand up, now. Your leg is fully Healed." he heard Andular say at the edge of his hearing. Standing, Vay was astonished at his leg. It was like nothing had ever happened to it. He thanked the Yellow profusely, yet she only smiled as though this had happened hundreds of times before.Well, he though, it probably had.

Leaving the room, Andular took Vay over to the barracks. Crossing the Yards, Vay saw men and women training, running through forms with one another. Entering the barracks, Vay felt a little bit more complete inside, for the first time in almost a month, he was home.

“Well met lad is there something I can help you with?â€

The man was simply intimidating. A full-blown Warder, and a fellow Borderlander to boot, the likes of which Vay had never seen before in his life. Oh, sure he had read about them, the bravery and valor in service to an Aes Sedai and the Tower, but to actually meet one...Vay's mind seemed lost in the imaginations of battle that were this man's reality.

The man tapping his foot had obviously picked up on Vay's absense of thought. “My name is Andular a Warder of the White Tower what can I do for you.â€

Embarassed by having slipped off into thought, Vay shifted nervously on his feet, sending a jolting pain through his leg. He winced, noticably, but the pain emboldened him to speak.

"My honor to meet you, Andular Gaidin." He used the title he had read of in the the Shol Arbelan libraries. Perhaps it was too formal, but it was his only real discourse as to how to address one such as this man. "I have a debt to pay to the Tower, and to my father. You see, my sister had the spark, as they say, and I was charged to protect her. I claim to be no blademaster, however, and I tried so hard..." Vay looked down to the ground, almost overcome internally by his utter failure. Clenching a fist, he tried to let go. After all, they were experienced bandits, how would he have stopped them? His logic failed him though, and an aching began in his heart. With difficulty, he pressed on.

"My sister..I couldn't save her. But I can help the Aes Sedai, I can help other women who can channel. There was a part of me that died watching my sister murdered due to my shortcomings, and I feel like maybe..if I can somehow..I don't know, sir. I really don't, but I feel like this is where I belong now. My family won't take me back, not after this. And I had heard, read rather, that once you become a part of the Tower, it becomes your family. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe the books I've read are imcomplete or outdated. I also realize that I'm hardly the candidate for this kind of life.." he added, gesturing to his leg. "But this is what I want, if you'll have me."

He made the most formal bow he could, and his leg burned. Standing as tall as he could, he looked the man in the eye and anxiously awaited his answer.

OOC: Hope this is good enough for a start, I don't really have a description of your character, but I've been searching the boards for one. Anyway, no need to PM me when you reply to the thread, I'm going to set DM to track it for me. Thanks for taking me on! :D

Feeling the slow sting from the only days-old cut on his leg, Vay walked through the gates of Tar Valon. The Tower itself, looming over the rest of the island city, seemed to promise him safe haven and a place to become something as grand and known as the Tower itself. Tar Valon was bustling with people about their day, and the occasional bump of a passerby against his leg shot agony to his face. A good handful of people must have thought he was angry with them by the scowls they saw on his face.

Vay headed towards the Tower, the pain in his leg only growing. Soon he reached what he assumed was the Warders' Yard. Having never actually visited Tar Valon before, the sight of many men practicing with lathes, progressing through forms, and some doing various exercise implied to Vay that he had found the right place. He hoped that they would still accept him into their ranks, with his injury. That would take months to truly heal, yet he had heard that some Aes Sedai could heal even the gravest of wounds in seconds.

Coming out of his daydream of battles and grandeur that his thinking of Aes Sedai had led him into, Vay noticed something he hadn't previously. As he had been standing and watching the men practicing on the Yards, one of them had begun to make his way over to him. Vay's timidness kicked in, and he thought of sprinting back into the city. Surpressing a laugh at the idea of him sprinting in his current state, Vay started to limp his way towards the man. Maybe it was the distance, or the blood loss, or perhaps just coincidence, but...did the man look from the Borderlands himself? Shaking off the notion, Vay continued his limp towards the Warder.

Why thank you :D