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Amayani watched as the servant took the horses towards the stables for a moment, before following in nearly the same direction. She could probably have taken care of the horses herself, seeing as the stables lay next to the Warder Yards, but something was not right and she needed to find out what. It was only a feeling so far, but a feeling that the Aes Sedai had only heightened by rushing off as the woman had. Not that an Aes Sedai ever rushed, but this was the closest she’d seen.
Everything looked the same, she realized as she walked onto the training grounds, everything except the people. So far she couldn’t say she’d seen a single face she recognized among the fellow trainees. Not a drin’ she could remember teaching, or a ji’ she’d trained with. Granted, many were still such a distance away that she couldn’t see them well, but at the same time.. She had only been gone two days, she should at least recognize someone.
She needed to find Jip Gaidin, and that fast. He had assigned her to this task, hopefully he knew something she didn’t. But where could he be? He seldom spent time in the Office, none of the officers did, and she didn’t blame them for it. Best way to find him would be to find someone who knew where he was, she thought and sought out the nearest drin’.
“Drin’far’ji, do you know where Jip Gaidin is?”¯ she asked bluntly, though his reaction wasn’t one she expected. Sure, he bowed quick to her, as suited to rank, but his look was pure confusion. Like he hadn’t heard that name before.
“No... who?”¯ he asked back, uncertain, quickly adding “Ji’dar”¯.
“The Master of Training,” she replied, suppressing a sigh. Even the freshest drin’far’ji would know of the Master of Training, even if he hadn’t caught his name yet.
“Uhm... we don’t... don’t have a Master of Training?” he replied, his voice oozing of confusion. What? she thought, her eyebrows rising before she could stop it. This trainee couldn’t be that fresh? Or dumb?
“What do you mean..” she started, and gave up. “Fine, do you know where the Gaidin Captain is then? Or any of the officers?” Maybe Lysira Gaidar or Caden Gaidin could help her out. Though she wouldn’t be able to understand Lysira unless she was in company of someone who could translate the sign language the woman used. And the Master of Arms scared her, frankly.
“Oh, yes, I know where she is.” The boy’s face lit up. “Come, I heard she’s teaching a lesson in polearms now. Over in the Training Yards. I wish I could learn the polearm, but my mentor says I should learn the sword first. Are you any good in the sword?” The boy started rambling, but Yani had stopped paying attention to him. Lysira Gaidar teaching polearms? As far as she knew, the small Gaidar was quite skilled in both the sword and especially the bow, but never a polearm.
“Where?” she said, cutting the boy’s ramble off. He stared at her, mouth open, for a moment before coming to his senses.
“Th..this way,” he said, and started leading her towards the Training Yard, and one of the groups training there. She couldn’t see the Gaidin Captain though. Instead, she saw a quite taller woman, with long black hair, just finishing up a beginner’s lesson in the staff. The Gaidar certainly was no beginner, and it took Yani only a moment to recognize the Gaidar. Though that didn’t add up at all. Kailitha Gaidar had left a couple of years ago. It had to be her though.
“Kailitha Gaidar?” she said questioningly, and almost sighed in relief, and frown in confusion, when the Gaidar looked at her. “When did you...” she started, but stopped just as fast. What business did she, only a Ji’dar, if hopefully close to being raised, have asking a Gaidar why or when they did anything? She continued with barely a pause.
“Amayani Ji’dar reporting back from duty, ma’am,” she said with a quick bow. The time and place for questions would come soon enough, after the proper routine. But where were everyone?