Start wearing...white...for me, now!

[Castle]

Kuroshiro made his way along the dirt track road for hours. The day was warm, however there was no sun to be seen. The humidity in th air that was making the sweat roll down either side of Kuros' spine should have been cut by the drizzle that was coming down. The rain was not heavy, but if you had been out in it for the length of time Kuros had been you would eventually be wet through. The sweat merged with the rain on his back which made the whole sensation even worse.

 

Placing a hand on the small of his back he unconciously rubbed at the spot where a where a large drop had just rolled down to. Shaking his head in spite of himself he stopped in the road looking at where his journey would end. He could not really think at what had made him head towards this place but he knew that it was right. Even in his head it was difficult to explain, but where he was standing now, looking up at the the gleaming walls that surrounded the Fortress of the Light. There were few on the road, early morning however did not stop Kuros from reaching his goal. Steeping forward he smiled, he knew that this place would be more of a home to him than where he had come from. He spat on the floor at the thought of his Dark Friend of a father.

 

Coming up to the main gate that leads into a large courtyard Kuros saw a guard standing to attention. He had a hard look on his face and his eyes seemed ever questioning. When those eyes fell on Kuros it made him flinch and want to look down to his feet. It took a moment to realise that is exactly what Kuroshiro did. His face flooded with colour and when he looked back up at the Guard the guards gaze was back on the road. He seemed to be seeing everything, but looking at nothing at the same time. Turning to look down the road himself, there was little to see. Kuros turned and cleared his throat, "Erm...please sir...erm..." Kuroshiro was struggling for words to say especialy when the guards gaze turned back onto him. His heart was pounding in his chest. "I wish to f-f-fight for the light sir." Kuros stammered. "How can I? Where can I go to fight?" The guards face turned from hard stone to show a smirk.

"Boy if you wish to join the light search for the Clerk inside." His harshness was evident, but that was all he said, after that he turned back into stone as if he was part of the gate and began to ignore Kuros again. Turning toward the court yard Kuroshiro started nervously asking about to find where the clerk was.

 

[Nynaeve]

Zoe peered out of the main enterance, pouting. She didn't have many chances to leave the fortress with all the classes and trainings. The first years were the hardest. Discipline had to be attained and there were tests on every turn. Many could not stand the pressure and ended up leaving. Not Zoe, though. She used her stubborness to fill in the cracks in her spirit. It's the best she could do.

 

That day, however, Zoe was hit with a lucky stick. Or so she thought at the time. She was given a chore by one of the female captains to do some personal shopping for her in the market. A perfect excuse to leave the Fortress' premissis. The chore would have been done by no time and she could spend the rest of the day walking about and letting herself have a breather.

 

Of course Zoe never counted on it raining. Her pout quickly grew into a sulk as she realized she wasn't going anywhere. She considered the rain for a moment and then shook her head. She wouldn't be able to enjoy herself. Also the mere risk of being sick frigtened her. Training was hard as it was while healthy. She dreaded the thought of going through one day of training while sick.

 

Getting up, she took a long disappointed breath and turned on her heels to leave, when someone suddenly brushed her arm as he passed her by. Looking at her left sleeve, her mouth dropped open when she found it wet and covered with dirt. Rounding on the man, she flapped her finger in front of his face in indignation. "I sure do hope this isn't some sort abnoxious way to mark me as part of your tribe. How was it called? The human waste society?". Frowining, she looked at her sleeve again, trying to determine the damage.

 

 

 

Zoe

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