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Yani instinctively jerked back her arm when the Gaidin Captain grabbed it, but the woman's grip was much too firm for that. She heard the words coming out of the woman's mouth, but their meaning washed over her in the way her mind was set. So her room had been cleared out had it? Had they just thrown away her things too, for good measure? She felt she should care, but her mind had gone numb long ago.
She nearly stumbled the first step as Kailitha dragged her along towards the Warder Halls, but she quickly regained her stride. The older woman was taller than her, but she still managed to match her long stride without too much effort. A part of her mind wanted to call out, snap at the woman, demand to know why she was being hauled off. But that part was too small, too hidden, it was simply ignored.
Another part of her mind, big enough to be noticed this time, recognised and enjoyed recognising the barracks, blessed the Light that it was still the same. She had spent years in the building, frequenting all three floors. It was her home, and she knew it like the back of her hand.
Yet the place where the Captain was hauling her off to, was a place she barely knew. The Loft was as famous as it was supposed to be secret, and the rumors that spun around the activities undertaken up there were plentiful. Most of them were true too. Trainees knew how to brag when no superiors were around.
It seemed the rumors were still true in this mad day, and she almost felt pity for the pair chased off. They were Ji, same as her, yet she did not recognise either of their faces. There weren't that many Ji that she shouldn't at least have recognised them, remembered seeing them around the Yards or in the mess hall. But they were completely strangers to her. Maybe it had been the bad lighting, or the quick glance she got of them?
At last the Captain stopped. They were in one of the rooms on the loft, one filled with boxes, most covered with some sheets. The older woman pulled off one of those sheets, causing dust to fly all around them, and indicated to the boxes it had covered.
Boxes containing her things, the woman said. Looking at Kailitha for a moment, Yani shifted her blue eyes to the boxes and knelt down in front of the nearest, the smallest. Her hands worked quickly at the flaps, and in no time the box stood open, its content clear.
As she had guessed from the size - if not really believed any of her stuff was here - the box contained her personal small items, like the brush and mirror she had brought with her from home, as well as a comb and second brush she had bought in Hama Valon. There were several hair bands and pins, wrapped up in a small bag along with a blue silk ribbon. She couldn't remember seeing that for some time, years maybe, not since she was a drin and shared rooms with Thoia. Thinking of her former roommate and best friend caused a frown to form, the first sign of emotion showing since the Captain had dragged her along, as she wondered why she hadn't seen that red head in the Yards. A small part of her mind, the part that might believe the Captain's words, feared the possibility that her friend wasn't around. A small part that was quickly quashed by the rest of her mind, firmly set in trying to remain sane.
She shuffled through the rest of the content of the small box, taking a couple of things out to get to the ones at the bottom, before putting them back into the box. A couple of things spend a little longer in her hands than the rest before returning to the box. One of those was the mask she had made for the masquerade the Blue Ajah had hosted a couple of years ago, a simple mask with lozenges in black, white and gold. She had made it, with help from Thoia she remembered, but she couldn't remember wearing it for the masquerade, nor attending the masquerade at all. Shrugging internally, she put it back and folded the flaps, closing the box again.
The other two boxes had lids of sorts, and she lifted off the first. This contained her clothes, she saw at once. A set of medium grey, shirt and pants lined with black and gold, formed the formal uniform. Several other sets of the same colors, but without the decorations were the regular Ji'dar uniforms, similar to the one she wore. There were also the usual smallclothes, but what caught her eyes was the pair of boots half-hidden by the clothes. She lifted the clothes aside and pulled out the boots, sitting back as she stared at them in her hands. She shifted them over, placed one on the dusty floor as she examined the other, finding the tear in the leather on the side.
"Didn't I throw these away...?" she said softly to herself before shifting one of her feet out, looking at the similar pair she wore. That boot did not have the same tear. I know I changed these boots over a year ago, when that tear got worse. But... How could that boot be in the boxes? She had gotten rid of those, the wear on them had been too much to repair. The tear in it now, as it was in her hand, she remembered getting from a branch catching her foot. But they had been worn out more then that when she and the Aes Sedai had been attacked by the bandits two years ago. The memory of that was hazy, but she remembered having to get a new pair of boots not long after she got back to the Tower.
The boot in her hand shouldn't exist anymore, not in the state it was.