The Halls of the Grey Tower students are energetic and bustling with
initiates. Novices, Soldiers and Drin'far'ji marvel at the new-found miracles of this place while Accepted, Dedicated and Ji'alantin teach classes and help others on their way to become Aes Sedai, Asha'man, Gaidin or Gaidar.
The Mistress of Novices, Master of Soldiers, and Master of Training would remind students of all ranks to mind their manners and be on their best behavior at all times. There are to be no childish pranks, no consumption of intoxicating substances, and absolutely no entanglements in inappropriate, distracting relationships of a romantic nature. (On an out-of-character note, we'd like to strongly encourage all these things, as getting caught at them is lots of fun.)
Definitely a noble, the ring was very apparent now. Like no one she had ever encountered before, and the more he spoke, the more she could sense the confidence, the more regal poise and presence, even in such an informal position as they were in. A poise she could never hope to imitate. But perhaps that was what made him interesting. The few nobles among the Novices that she had crossed paths with seemed to look down their noses at anyone who was not their equal in their eyes. For her part, Cerawyn did not have the time or energy to impress anyone most days, so she left them to their conceit and went about her classes and chores as she normally would. Still, he hadn't dismissed her, so it was possible he was simply different from the others of his station in life.
She could see the ring much better now, heavy silver form the look of it. Yes, his was a wealthy House. Cerawyn had not made enough trips to the cities to know the House, she hoped he'd forgive her for that. She looked from the ring to his face, handsome ot be sure, Adasine would have fallen all over himself to be this close, she was certain of it. He looked as tired as she was, the bedsheets surely just another annoyance to a long day. She shifted her legs a little, trying to keep them from falling asleep of their own accord, exhaustion was definitely getting the better of her, but she was determined to push it aside. It would be beyond rude to fall asleep on him now.
She smiled more broadly when he laughed, relieved that she had managed not to offend him as of yet. She had heard stories that nobles were as easy to offend as the Aes Sedai were. She truly hoped not. It seemed that one wrong word would send any of the Aes Sedai into a tirade that could last for hours. No, he didn't seem that way, or he hid it well. She couldn't be sure which it was, and didn't dare guess either way. It never seemed to serve her well to guess at how someone would react, despite her best efforts, people were still a mystery at times.
"Lucien Mantear. The pleasure is definitely mine." She couldn't help smiling when he introduced himself as the name seemed to fit him, strong and noble. “It is nice to meet you as well, Lucien.” No, definitely not like anyone she had met before. And to say it was a pleasure? Perhaps that was just the way it was said among nobles, a habit? Certain she had done nothing to warrant such a nice compliment, had she? She quickly pushed the silly thought from her mind, there was really no time for daydreaming now. She was determined to solve this problem. It felt good to have something completely within her control. She was getting far to used to simply doing as she was told and letting others tell her what was right for her.
She gazed up at him when he stood, her brown eyes meeting his blue. They really were quite remarkable, like a clear sky, perhaps even more blue than that, if that was possible. He moved very smoothly, from his training she guessed but also from a natural grace that he possessed. He would be deadly if he could combine that grace with skill with a sword, though she supposed with Saidin, who needed a sword really? When he offered her his hand, she took it and let him help her up. She held it for a moment before letting go. His hand felt warm to the touch, yet it was calloused in a few places, likely from holding a sword.
She nodded when he said he'd like to get the bedsheets first, and let him lead the way into his room. It looked much like her own, save his was for one person and hers for two. She liked having Brene as a roommate, though they only saw each other when they were both ready to fall over with fatigue. Still, the desk and washstand seemed in good repair and the bed was suitable for sleep, which was all she would have needed one for anyway. Novices were often too tired to think of anything but sleep, classes and chores.
Pulling back the top cover of the bed, she bit her lip, but a small smile escaped from her lips. Yes, they had definitely done well with this prank. She couldn't help wondering what his first reaction to seeing them might have been, for all that he seemed calm and composed now. She would have been in shock and not pleased in the slightest for her part. With a practiced hand, she started pulling the sheets off the bed. Folding them was a challenge at first, but they managed to get them folded neatly so that they could be returned to the storeroom where the others were kept and no one would be wiser for it. It wasn't as though he'd slept on them yet, so returning them was of little consequence.
“We'll take them to the storeroom. If you will wait outside and make sure no one comes in, I can slip in and get the proper sheets. No one will be the wiser so long as you keep watch.” She smiled and held the folded sheets close to her chest. No one would even think to question a Novice carrying bedsheets. Novices did countless chores, for countless reasons, and if a Novice was carrying bedsheets, chances are someone told them to, and questioning it was simply to incur the fury of whichever sister it was.