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Giselle Altaerar
Profile: Giselle is of a standard height, that is to say taller than a Cairhienen, but shorter than the taller Boarderland folk. She has the normal blond hair coloring of the Taraboni women though since her travels started, has since dropped the fashion of braids and keeps it pulled back. She always looks ruffled, even if she tried to smooth her appearance. Her wide, dark brown eyes absorb everything but she really only has an interest if it has been around for a hundred years. You will most often find her with her nose in a book and will be startled out of her reverie if spoken to while reading. She may be blissfully ignorant of her surroundings, but she will never forget a face or a name or a bit of information told to her. Her memory is fantastic. Her eyes make her appear startled, but with her temper, if it arises she\'ll glare daggers, though rarely do much more. She thinks fighting is rather barbaric. Her rosebud mouth is always slightly parted, as though for a kiss, but men are not on the forefront of her mind...yet. But she is always up for a pleasent chat. Biography: Giselle Altaerar peered out from under her bonnetÕs brim with wide-eyed wonder as the wagon slowed in the more congested road near the Grey Tower. She craned her head back to get a full scope of the view for she hadnÕt looked since it first came into view awhile back, she was reading a very fascinating book about the habitual fighting of Illian and Tear, and simple scenery could not hold her attention unless it was swathed in history or lore. She tucked back her honey blond curls that the wind had loosened and gazed at the magnificent building, soaking in its every feature with her liquid brown eyes; all the while wondering where the library was. The Grey Tower was just another stop on her journey across the nations. She had left her town of Elmora behind and journeyed to Tanchico in hopes of finding a different job than the one her father could provide her on the farm. And from there she discovered her yearning for histories, which set her on her adventure. She was far from over, she only just begun. Dusting off her woolen dress she stepped down from the wagon bench and bid her ride farewell and set off for the massive doors. The entryway would have taken her breath away had she cared to look but she quickly caught the eye of a young girl in white. The girl quickly curtsied. ÒHow may I help you mÕlady?Ó Giselle smiled. The girl was clearly from Tarabon like herself; she still had the accent. ÒAh a familiar voice. We are far from home, yes? Could you direct me to the library. I have some reading to do.Ó If the Novice thought this a strange request, she showed no hint but smiled and beckoned for Giselle to follow. ÒYou are from Tarabon, yes? I can see it now. We donÕt get many from home here. But I guess this is my home now, no? Whereabouts are you from? IÕm from Tanchico myself. My mother was a weaver. IÕm sorry, I didnÕt get your name?Ó She talked in a very clipped sort of way, very fast. They were now climbing numerous steps and Giselle, oddly, found herself pleased to be talking with someone from her home. In her time away she had slowed her speech without realizing, though not by much, and it was a comfort slipping back into her own native way. They conversed for quite a while not coming across anyone whole time, though if they passed anyone on the steps, Giselle would not have been aware of it. She does not keep such things on the edge of her consciousness. Cresting the stairs her eyes rested upon the large engraved doorway and beyond she saw numerous books. Walking forward without a care to the two women who were now looking at them piercingly, Giselle walked through the doorway without pausing to the nearest bookshelf and grabbed an old volume, flipped it open and allowed herself to melt within its pages. It was only when the girl squeaked and pulled GiselleÕs hand and her with it down so that Giselle made an awkward curtsy of her own that Giselle realized she was not alone. ÒAnd what exactly do you think you are doing?Ó said a tinkling voice. The Novice looked up questioningly and opened her mouth to speak but Giselle was a step ahead. ÒI was escorted to the library to do some reading, Aes Sedai.Ó And not quite brandishing the book she said, Òwhich is what I was doing. That is allowed, no?Ó Giselle stood up straight and though the Aes Sedai had a magnificent presence, she was not even at eye level with GiselleÕs petite frame. She was no Novice herself so she needed not to be subservient and her voice carried only the barest amount of respect, and that only because she ran a library. Giselle felt herself warm as she set herself to battle wills with this woman.
The Aes Sedai coolly arched an eyebrow and the Novice gasped. Glancing
at the Novice then back at Giselle she narrowed her eyes. ÒYou are
not a Novice?Ó She didnÕt give time to reply. ÒYou, go back to your
chores, and you,Ó beckoning to Giselle, ÒYou will come with me.Ó
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