Learning Ranks

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.)

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Currently browsing thread: Afternoon's Reading (attn: Soshira) Kesiera Mordel May 2, 2010 02:21:07
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May 2, 2010 04:12:53 		I rarely have time spent away from Esrae, and yet, here it is. I've spent so much time with her that on the day they decide to take her for a private lesson, I know not what to do, and so I go for a walk. I've been through these halls before, but without Esrae near me everything feels so off. The halls seem bigger, more obtuse. I feel small... and alone. I should have just waited for her in my room... she would always be there to comfort me when she got back. She'll come back... won't she? I try not to think about it... perhaps some time to myself will be a good thing... but I never know what to do with myself.

By a stroke of luck, I see a room that I seldom visit, and yet it's one that truly speaks to me. The library. All the books lined up so perfectly, arranged by category, all this information just waiting to be uncovered. I am still not as good at reading as I feel I should be... but I had read before I was Damane, so I would read again. Besides, the lessons that Zaephra had given me were more than helpful. I did enjoy writing when I had the chance, and I am also glad not to rely on it for communication, as I once had with Esrae. Light... everything seemed to come back to her.

I push thoughts of Esrae from my mind. This would be a moment that I share with myself. I enter the library and I look around. Searching the signs, I slowly read each one until I figure out where I can find what it is that I want. I pull down an old, seemingly ancient text. It is heavy, and almost as long as my forearm. It is a bit of a chore to pull it all the way to where I can sit down, and I lay the book down on the table with a dull thud, small clouds of dust flying up from the pages. I wonder to myself how long this book had been sitting unattended on the shelves, how long it had been since another soul had read it. Had I still remembered the name Mother had given me? Was I still a child? Such a book would have a history all of its own.

I push my hair out of my eyes and behind my ears, having longer hair was difficult to get used to, but it's finally long enough to cover the scars that mistress had made when she shaved it off. My hair is nearly long enough that it can reach my mouth... but not quite. It is as pretty as I had hoped it would be though, and I did enjoy playing with it, especially in the middle of particularly boring lessons.

I stop worrying about my hair, and I turn my attention to the book. This book, was about ter'angreal. A detailed chronicling of their uses and applications, at least those that have thus-far been discovered. I begin to pore over the pages, not quite noticing that I am sitting too close to the older woman beside me, I am too entranced in my book to really notice or care. The words are small and many... and I cannot read as fast as I would like. Mistress had never let met touch a book, so I had almost forgotten that I could read.

The reading takes intense concentration, and time. I am faster at reading than I had been merely a year ago, but I know that I still have a way to go before I am anywhere near where I want to be. The book maintains my interest for some time until I finally notice some motion out of the corner of my eye, and I find myself face to face with the Mistress of Novices herself!

I immediately stand and drop into a respectful curtsy. I do not want to offend the new Mistress of Novices, although I don't even notice that she is wearing the same color as me, not at first. Though now I think it is a little strange.

"I am sorry, Elysia Sedai!" I say earnestly. "I didn't see you sitting there!"

I do not think that I have done anything wrong, but Aes Sedai can sometimes be strangely unforgiving. I just hope that she doesn't grow too angry with me... but I can't help but feel that there's something different about her today.  

Alysyn "Soshira" Baern
The Girl That Forgot Her Name
But found Something Better  

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