Approved WT Bio- Hendra Biddle- CC'd by SG!

[Jaydena]

Name: Hendra Biddle

 

Handle: Sam?

 

Email: belalshallshatterthewitchtower@gmail.com

 

Age: 14

 

Rank: Novice!

 

Nationality: Andoran

 

Origin: somewhere over the rainbow!

 

Appearance: short, slim, I suppose she has hair. Brown.

 

 

 

Personality: no nonsense until it comes to attention from boys! Forthright and blunt and all that.

 

 

 

 

 

There were three facts of life any Midwife's daughter learned, as Hendra Biddle could avow. The first was the convenience of having cloths and bowls stashed liberally around the house for quick and easy access. Pregnant women were not very reasonable, and when they decided it was time to go, you bet they meant it, and you did not want to be standing in their way, or even close by.

 

 

 

The second was that all men were babies when you boiled right down to it, and should be treated accordingly in the presence of a professional midwife. Pillows were advised as they were prone to collapse or little childish fits of hysteria and let's be honest, while delivering one new babe, the midwife did not need to tend another and if you could you should really keep the men out of the room.

 

 

 

The third was never—under any circumstance—hold the grubby hand of a boy, or you'll end up just like the fat lady on the table, or so her mother said, and little Hendra Biddle believed her. All three of these lessons she took to heart (especially the latter) and her upbringing was the essence of commonality, mixed with a generous helping of "wives tales" and folklore remedies.

 

 

 

As the years went on she grew a little longer and a little wiser, but not much to either. And as her hips began to swell and her girlish figure changed into the that of a woman she learned new things, for ample; that holding the grubby hand of a boy would not make you just like the fat woman on the table and so little Hendra Biddle found a grubby boy with a grubby hand and ventured forth to hold it.

 

 

 

Naturally the grubby boy with the grubby hand was the son of another midwife, and as such tales teach us, this sort of thing never ends well. The pair believed themselves to be in love and thus professed to the mothers who would cleave them. In the face of an earnest and forthright declaration as this, Hendra Biddle's mother did the only thing she could. She packed up her daughter's belongings and sent her to the White Tower because, "maybe the Aes Sedai can knock that fool notion about fool boys out of your foolish head!"

 

[ashara]

Oh, definitely CC'd by SG. :D

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

Oh god.. a Braxton in the Tower... :D

[Guest Estel]

Oh Lordy

[Taei]

*bumped back in order*