Anger management issues

[Sherper]

The sound of poping erupted beside her ear as Ellisha began her fifteenth weave. The girl was going to have to do better than that, a part of her thought as the rest concentrated on forming the complex - yet completely useless weave of the One Power. Threads of air, weave of fire. She settled the different elements in just the right order, neither rushing, nor being slow about their formation. She let out a loud squeal as something pinched her bottom - hard, releasing the half formed weave, along with Saidar as she jumped a few feet into the air. A wave of icy chills rushed over her as the weave collapsed in on itself and drenched her in its unpleasant after-effects.

 

She spun on the balls of her feet and shot the only other women in the room a rapturous glare - all the while rubbing furtively at the spot where she had been pinched by the weave of air. 'You were waiting to do that, weren't you?' she growled, feeling the anger bubble inside her. She didn't try embracing Saidar again, for she knew her rage would prevent her from doing such a thing. Aril smiled innocently - too innocently - her mouth was curved too sweetly to have been genuine. 'Now, whatever gave you that impression?'

 

Ellisha's eyes darkened and she felt her lip draw to a paper thin line. The girl must have known the pinch on the bottom would completely break Ellisha's concentration, and had chosen the exact moment she was half complete with a weave that left a horrible side effect, to strike on Ellisha's backside. The brown haired Accepted turned back around, determined not to give the girl the satisfaction of seeing another of her tantrums. She had thrown four today already, and it hadn't even been two hours.

 

A part of her knew Aril was doing it for her sake. The idea of practise was to learn how to handle all manner of distractions when faced with the actual testing. The Hundred Weaves was the last thing an initate of the White Tower had to go through before reaching the shawl of an Aes Sedai. It was the ultimate test of everything they had learned over the twenty odd years they've been in the Tower. They were to form one hundred weaves in precisely the right order, and whilst under complete control of their inner and outer emotions; showing complete serenity facing whatever was to come before them. Still... the pinching of the bottom was a low blow, and Ellisha suspected her friend secretly enjoyed torturing Ellisha in this manner.

 

Her anger she knew, was also interlaced with frustration, and in part, Jealousy at her friend's skill. Aril was having a much better time at dealing with the distractions Ellisha was throwing at her, and had reached her weave eighty-seven before her concentration had broken, and her weaves fallen apart. Ellisha herself had barely managed her twenty-seventh before losing her calm and letting her temper overcome all other emotions. She grounded her teeth, stuffing the anger down inside her before embracing the true source, and began yet again - to weave her first weave. This time, determined to see it through at least half way.

 

​​~Ellisha Falwein

Accepted of the White Tower

 

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[Sherper]

It was only after two hours, and several smashed pieces of furniture later, that Ellisha decided to call it quits. The day had been a constant string of humiliation, shame, and general failures. She released Saidar - letting the source flow away from her, and felt Aril do the same. "We'll need to get you more practise." The shorter woman said, as she tidied her small pile of notes from the table. "I don't think you're quite ready for the testing yet."

"I know." Ellisha felt herself growl in response. She clentched her teeth, and stared at the wall directly in front of her.

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It wasn't like she couldn't do the weaves. She had practised each and every single one individually, and rarely made a mistake. It was only when Aril began practising with her in earnest that she find her self control slip away from her. "We'll do it again. Just not today." Aril nodded. "Not today sounds fine for me, I think I'm just going to go over to my room and sleep. I'm exhausted."

 

Ellisha turned around and saw that there were bags under Aril's eyes. The woman must have pushed herself helping Ellisha concnetrate on her weaves, and she didn't even notice. "Thanks," she found herself say simply, and gave her friend a wan smile. It was enough. Aril knew what Ellisha had meant, no matter the simplicity. The two of them had been friends long enough to communicate feelings without explicit attentions to detail. Aril returned with a small smile of her own, though it only highlighted how tired she really looked. The day had taken much out of both of them, and as the adrenaline slowly filtered out of her system, Ellisha could begin to feel the extenet of her own exhaustions.

 

"I think bed rest sounds fantastic at the moment." she continued, feeling a yawn creep up on her. "Fantastic indeed." Aril agreed. "I'll be back tomorrow to continue this, so don't get too comfortable."

"looking forward to it." Ellisha lied, though she heard Aril chuckle and thought she saw the woman shake her head as the door closed behind her. Ellisha didn't bother chasing for an answer to her problems, or getting changed. As soon as the door to the room closed, she was already fast asleep on her bed.

 

~Ellisha Falwein

Accepted of the White Tower.

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[Sherper]

Alone in her study, the Accepted sat; reading over her notes for the eighteenth time that night. There had to be something missing, Ellisha thought as she poured over the neatly scribed words line by line, again and again. Something was missing, and if she ever wanted to pass her test, she had to find out what. Furtively rubbing the corners of her brow with one hand, she turned to the next page in her stack. “Why must it be so bloody difficult to concentrate?” She flicked to the next page. A draft blew through her room, underneath the slitted crack of her door and Ellisha felt an uncomfortable chill settle into the room.

 

She gave the fire hearth a sideways glance, noticing how the logs she had put on earlier were burning unusually low. She sighed. She would probably have to go retrieve some more if she didn’t want to catch a cold. Grumbling slightly under her breath, she pushed herself using the desk onto her feet and began gathering her things from the peg on the wall. Accepted didn’t have the luxury of ordering a Novice to fetch firewood, whenever their hearths got low, they usually had to do it themselves. The day looked to be gloomy, and Ellisha suspected it would soon begin to rain.  

 

Hurriedly throwing on a thick woollen cloak, she ducked out into the corridor and made her way through the Tower. She glanced about; making sure she fully utilized her long stride to make good speed through the building grounds. She quickly stepped out into the main courtyard and towards a clump of trees set to one side for firewood. Before she could take two steps towards the wood pile near the side however, a voice called out from behind her. “Ellisha!” it yelled, and the brown haired Accepted turned a puzzled head towards the direction of the caller.

 

“Aril?” she raised an eyebrow, noticing two other women, also wearing banded hems on their dresses standing beside her friend. “What are you doing here? And why is-”
She chocked back her words as the light of Saidar enveloped all three women at once. “ Light!” was all the time she had to say, before a small fireball hurtled its way towards her. Instincts took hold, and she rolled to her side, narrowly avoiding the flying projectile. Her instincts might have been good, and had good intentions, but nearly sixteen years in the Tower had made her forget a few things. She rolled, but tripped on the edge of her dress and more, tumbled sideways as she landed flat on her face.

 

“Get up!” Aril’s voice called to her as she clawed her way sideways. She was confused. Why were Aril and the others attacking her? She felt another pulse of the One Power, and a second later, a tidal wave of earth fell upon her as she toppled over, falling once more onto her feet. “Embrace the Power damn you!”

 

Ellisha tried, her instincts tried, but she couldn’t. She clambered up onto her feet, white dress stained by mud and sot, her hair a messy tangle of branches and leaves. She growled underneath her breath. “Aril! You flaming daughter of a pile of bat droppings! What the hell do you thin-” She got no further, almost casually Aril flicked a club of air and wacked her on the side. Ellisha winced, feeling the blow as if it were real. Maybe because it is real. Flaming woman… She felt anger bubble inside her. It was a bubble of frustration, of anger. She held it bubbled up inside and stared at the women across from her.  

 

“You’re letting too much of your emotion show, Ellisha.” Aril said calmly. The girl had gotten very good at imitating Aes Sedai over the past few years. “A full sister must have control over her emotions at all times.”  Ellisha didn’t care. She growled, and hissed even louder at the comment. Aril slowly shook her head and tisked softly. She amplified her glow on the source and began to weave another club of air. At that moment, light rain began to fall; water droplets plummeting to earth to dampen everything it touched. Ellisha felt cool liquid fall on her cheeks as she glanced up, and viewed the storm that was about to come. And then, suddenly… she felt it. Her emotions cooled along with the temperature of her skin. No longer did she feel cold, or hot. She felt… tranquillity.

 

The source flooded into her like a tidal storm, a sea of wrath and power just seeking to be used. To be Channelled. She felt the pattern of the rain drops as they fell, in ever increasing amounts over the outer courtyard. She pulled to them, called out to them, with her long hand of seafaring blue. She pulled. The waters resisted her at first, but eventually, as if realising the determination and strength behind her pull, the rain began to obey her command. She concentrated the water into a cone, absorbing the scattered rain droplets into one jet of pressurized stream, directly at the three women ahead of her.

 

The three scattered like flies under the wave of an enormous hand, pulled aside with the ease of kittens. When the water had finally resolved, and Ellisha released her weaves, she walked over to one of the three fallen woman and stood over the form. She tisked softly under her breath as Aril shook her head of water.

 

“Next time you wanted to do a practise session. Leave a note.”

 

To her surprise, the younger red haired woman pulled back her head and laughed. She kept laughing as if the entire situation, where they were, how they looked, was the biggest joke in the world. A second later, Ellisha found herself chuckling too. The two began laughing uproariously, feeling the sides of their stomaches hurt as the rain drops poured freely around them.

 

~Ellisha Falwein
Accepted of the White Tower.

Edited February 19, 2014 by Sherper