Intro to Saidin (Attn Kura and new Dreadlords) [Repost]

[Liitha]

Jodeen stepped through the gates for what seemed to be a thousandth time. He crossed the courtyard to where the green fields outlying around the Fortress lay. No one was there, yet, obviously. He arranged several things around where his class would be, and huddled himself and waited for the students to come.

 

In a period of ten minutes every student had arrived. It was his first class that he would teach, and not his last. He remembered when Ayrik had taught him it, and began trying to replay the events inside his head. Maybe a student here would break out of control like he did, sitting here as a pupil a few years ago. He hoped not, though.

 

They gathered round, twelve young boys ranging from what seemed to be fifteen years of age to early twenties. Jodeen was twenty-three now. He had arrived at the Fortress when he was eighteen, and spent four years as an acolyte. No smiles, no greetings. "I am Jodeen, and I will be your instructor for your lesson of Saidin. In the coming weeks, you will learn to seize and release Saidin when you'd like." The faces stared blankly up at him, all seemingly in awe. "If you have a block, we will work around it. If you cannot seize Saidin, you will not be cast away. You will die. If you are not careful, if you do not use caution, you will die." It wasn't that he hated the students, it was the fact that here, in the Fortress of the Blight, if you were not strong you would die. He had learned that, and luckily Ayrik had saved him five years ago.

 

No one spoke, and Jodeen began his lesson. He seized Saidin himself, and went with the lesson. "Clear your thoughts. Think of nothing for a moment. Now, imagine a flame growing inside the blackened hole within your mind. Once that is all you can see, push your floating thoughts and feelings into it. Hatred, anger, love, whatever they are; they go into the flame." He allowed the students to picture the flame, and began again. "A warning. If you allow Saidin to control you, you will die. If you allow your emotions to leak from the void, you will die. Good. The last part, and the hardest, is the actual seizing. Once everything is fed into the flame, you'll see what seems to be a light just out of eye sight. Attempt to grasp it. Do not try to get all of it, or Saidin will take control of you." Jodeen looked around at his students, and prepared a thread of spirit to shield anyone that attempted what he did so long ago, to try to hard to grasp Saidin; and have it control you.

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The young man eyed every single one of his 'classmates' and decided almost unconsciously which ones would be useful or not, so not all of his parents lessons had died. What could he say, he was Cairhien, it was in his blood. He had to remind himself not to judge these people's strength by looking at them, no, they were all here because they had a true strength. Still, he felt superior. He took his place, and listened to his teacher drone on about all the wonderful things that were going to kill his classmates, and closed his eyes. Indifference, he had died long ago. The most important part of him died on those gallows. Only ashes left..

 

He fought the memories, and then he heard of this Flame and the Void, could he fight off the memories with that? Hope filled him, as he summoned a strong white flame. White flame was the strongest, he thought he'd need a strong flame. He fed that flame, his anger, indifference, his judgments, and after a few agonizing minutes, even that new hope left him, and began to float in the emptiness of the void. He'd read about this, he remembered the words Ko'Di, the oneness. Who would have thought a swordsman's technique was key?

 

He began to reach towards the light, and failed. Frustration mounted, but was quickly consumed by his white flame. Again, same result, the closest students might hear his teeth grinding. He calmed, feeding everything into the void, and finally he managed to grasp it. He let only a trickle in, and immediatly he wanted to throw up, but at the same time he wanted more. He slowly allowed more of it to fill him, still in control.

 

Then his concentration faltered in the ecstasy, and the image of Alice flashed across his mind, and the void shattered. He gasped, feeling Saidin rush in after him. His eyes shot to the teacher, be a quick weaver.. He prayed in his mind..

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Jodeen scanned the room and sensed in each of the boys of how much power they were holding. One of the boys, who looked to be about sixteen. Shienar, if he was not mistaken. Had some kind of block on himself. He couldn't sense Saidin, for the few hours that they had been doing this. Though they would think it to be minutes; time passed quickly while learning and in the void. "Go and find Rasputin or Michael inside the fortress." He told the boy. Not knowing what would happen, he up and left and strolled across the fields. Jodeen winced for a moment, for he knew what would happen to him once inside the stone gates.

 

A Cairhien boy was also having troubles with the power, but he had felt Saidin flow through him several times. "Take a minute to reconcile your thoughts. Turn and talk to someone, socialize." He knew many of them would not want to talk to anyone, for they were here for one reason: power. It's why Jodeen had came here, he needed to learn.

 

After minutes of relaxation and loitering throughout the lot, Jodeen called there attention back to him. "Reseat yourselves and begin what you were doing before. Before you leave today, you will of seized Saidin fully atleast once. Or you may end up like the Shienarian." Jodeen smirked to himself, and in horror to himself realized what he had become. It's who I am now, he forced the though in. The Great Lord would know if he doubted himself.

 

He scanned the crowd of students again, now numbered at eleven, closed their eyes and repeated the slow process of gaining the void. The Cairhien seemed to be having more and more problems with it. He could feel Saidin oozing in and out of the boy, and decided that he would help him. Removing himself from where he was standing, he walked to where the young boy was sitting. Seperated from the rest, he seemed content with himself.

 

"Who you are today is not who you used to be," he re-embraced Saidin incase the boy would attempt to lash out at him and manage to throw a bolt of fire at him. "Forget who you were once, for now you are a Soldier of the Great Lord of the Dark. Everyone you knew before, does not exist. Now feed your thoughts into the void."

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He relaxed for a moment, Saidin settling, and out of his system. Even though he had already lost to Saidin once, he wanted more. Much more! As his teacher spoke, he looked up at the Shienarian, but his eyes quickly went back to his teacher. Now, what would make one of his chosen profession wince. He made a mental note to avoid any classes with Rasputin or Michael. Then again, was there a single soul here that could be trusted?

 

The teacher strolled over to him, and he nodded his head. The thought of attacking crossed his mind, but he knew better. Maybe when he could at least grasp the source when he wanted, but for now, he listened. 'When is almost always as important as what,' he recalled his father scolding that lesson into him at a very young age.

 

He turned to see an Andorian, the bold and simple Andorian's. "Hello." The other boy repeated the greeting, and proceeded to tell young Archon his life story. Archon could have laughed, he never imagined it would be quite this easy. Archon nodded his head, and only replied, "Interesting," before turning back to that infuriating process of grasping Saidin.

 

He calmed, feeding everything into the flame, his breathing became more rhythmic, and again tried to grasp Saidin. He reached several times, and managed to grasp it a few times, but it slipped away.

 

His teacher spoke again, commanding them to reseat, and he took the furthest seat, he knew if he was close to them, his mind would vie for advantage, and he needed nothing in his mind to grasp Saidin. He took a deep breath, and this time the first thing he fed was the memory of Alice, and his other emotions followed soon after, a bit quicker without her image to stir his emotions. Still, it took a few minutes.

 

The teacher again came over, and had he not been in the void, he may have smiled. Special attention from day one, if this kept up he knew he'd make it. He almost began to like this teacher, cold yet still wanting his students to pass. "Yes, a soldier of the Great Lord of the Dark. I like that much better than what I used to be."

 

He closed his eyes, and he reached for the source. He tried three times, and on the fourth, he managed to grasp it. He let it trickle into him, riding the currents of that molten chill, and embracing the taint. Yes, it was perhaps the worst thing he had ever experienced, but with it came the best he could imagine. That, and he was a soldier of the Great Lord, the taint was his hand. Yes, he was being touched by the Great Lord himself.

 

He looked around, the colors of the room all seemed more vivid, more real. He could hear a boy panting in the front row, and he could hear the breaths of every man in the room. He finally understood what it was like to be alive, with the power in him, with him wrestling for control, he felt better than his father would if the lightfool sat on the Sun Throne itself. His eyes looked up at the teacher, reading every facial expression, and spoke. "Now what, teacher." His voice was cold, emotionless. Yes, he could get used to this..

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Several of the students had some trouble with it in the beginning, and the one Cairhien

boy had a difficult block upon himself. By the end of the week after leaving this class

they will be able to seize and release on command. If they didn’t.. well they’d have a date

with Rasputin or Michael. Jodeen had had a few incidents with Michael; his entrance to

the fortress... but he had never actually met Rasputin. Only rumours circled the fortress

about one of the strongest Dreadlord Council members save maybe M’bela herself.

 

He had been observing some of them, sensing how much they could fill themselves.

Most of them were fairly weak, though the Cairhien possessed some talent atleast. Not

hopeless, yet. After helping the Cairhien, Jodeen turned back to his class. He didn’t want

his students to die, but he didn’t feel like having a lecture come from one of the higher

Dreadlords. A lecture wasn’t entirely a lecture, in the language that was spoke here. He

wanted them to pass, but he didn’t want to be screamed at and gentled for being to kind

upon them.

 

“Who you once were you are not now,” he addressed the class as he did with the

Cairhienian. “One day, if the Great Lord grants, you will become a Dreadlord within his

ranks. There you will be protected from the taint, but whatever madness,” he let the

words draw out and fish in there air, “will remain with you.”

 

“That is the end of todays lesson. Next week, you will come back as experts of grasping

Saidin. If you cannot grasp it by then, then do not come back. Or you will not be staying

here.” He nodded, and as the students started to raise to leave he nearly forgot. “Within

the week you will also think of three major cautions that you can avoid while handling the

power. You are dismissed.” He grimaced and nodded back towards the fortress.

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Arcon stood, and pushed the power away from him, and releasing the void. He sighed, as he looked around the room, so.. lifeless. He assumed the void again before memories could creep in. He fought the urge to embrace Saidin, but it sounded so sweet..

 

He found his room without to much of an issue, avoiding the other students along the way. He refused to develop friendships with them, what was the point of watching his friends die?

 

He closed the door behind him, looking at his apartments, and then at his silk. Even dirty silks seemed out of place here. He shrugged it off as just another unimportant detail, what did it matter what solders wore? Mirth skirted the edge of the void, yes, a solder, and it was time to practice with his weapon.

 

He reached for Saidin, and managed to grasp it on the first try. He clenched and unclenched his hands, feeling the worn silk of his gloves all the more acutely, that was more like it. He drew more of Saidin in, riding those currents of molten ice, ignoring the taint, wondering just what it would be like to embrace the source without it.

 

He drew deeper on the source, letting both sickness and pleasure fill him completely, then even the pleasure turned to pain. He knew he must be close to being burned out at this stage, and he nodded. He would be stronger one day, a day he couldn't wait for. He didn't release any of the source though, he wanted more! He cooled himself, he did not want to loose the void at this point.

 

Sweat started to bead on his brow, and again all he could do was nod, and reluctantly pushed the source away. So, the source put strain on the body as well as the mind. He took a few deep breathes, and laid down, staring at his ceiling. He forced himself into the closest thing to sleep he could manage, still, his night was ravished with that scene, over and over again. Only Ashes.. He woke up every few hours, panting, assuming the void for calm. Oh how sweet Saidin sounded..

 

He left his rooms only when his body forced him to, eating large meals quickly, the channeling seemed to make him hungrier than normal. While he was out, he only let a few words pass between himself and his 'classmates', and noticed that some days, a student just didn't show up for meals. He thought it was to be expected in this place.

 

Most of his time was occupied by his experiments, he didn't fumble when grasping the source nearly so often, and he was learning in other ways as well. He learned just how long it took him for channeling to make him tired, and when Saidin brought him to his knees when he tried to embrace it tired, he learned to only channel when he was fully conscious.

 

The hardest lesson though, was to let go. It took so much will power to force the source away, and not just cradle it, relishing in the sweet life, and vile taint that flowed through his body, and for the last few days, that is what he practiced, embracing and releasing the source, until he was confident that he could do it on command if needed. The last thing he wanted was to agitate these Michael and Rasputin characters..

 

The week passed, and he filed in, again taking the far seat. He bowed his head respectfully to Josdeen, and awaited his turn to report what to look out for. "Channeling makes you tired, and that leads to not channeling when your tired. The source is a rather powerful thing.. Though the most important is to let go, the source is so alluring, and I think that was the harder to deal with then the taint.."

 

Some of the others nodded, and then all looked up to Josdeen, expectantly. He prayed to the Great Lord that they'd learn to weave. Arcon could hold the power.. now he wanted to use it..

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The week was over and Jodeen watched as each of the students entered the green grass field to learn more of the One Power. One dead last week, and three gone this morning was pretty good odds for himself. He remembered how when he was being taught by Ayrik, as he was a Adept of the Fortress as well, had lost two students the week Jodeen entered. The weird thing for Jodeen was, was that he didn’t seem to care. To grow up so far from a innkeeper boy to someone who didn’t flinch if they lost an arm or even died. It was all part of the Great Lords plan.

 

The borderland boy that he had personally helped came back. He was a slightly glad to see him. The boy had a bit of potential, he could sense a deeper possibility for Saidin then most of the other students here.

 

As the students explained the dangers and cautions that must be taken for wielding the One Power, Jodeen only nodded to nearly everyone. When everyone was done, he began his lecturing ways. “So far from what you have said, you’ve told me that it’s dangerous because it is addictive, seductive. It should be released if too much is drawn. Tell me, how many of you have actually wield that much of the Power?” Empty faced stared back at him, and not one nodded; in fact most shook there head or remained still.

 

“The One Power will draw into you, and once you have submitted yourself to the molten fire that you have all learned to enjoy,” he grimaced, remembering the time he nearly killed himself. “Once you draw to much, you will not be able to stop it. It will come crushing down on you like a avalanche.”

 

The next few hours went on of how the Power was discovered, theories of where it comes from. Theories from that it’s directly linked out of the Great Lord, which was preposterous because the True Power came from Him. Theories of the Creator and how he created it, but the matter of fact is that no one really knew.

 

“You’ve all held Saidin atleast once, and I believe all of you can grasp it now. If you cannot, please leave my class and seek out one of the dreadlords. They will take good care of you.” The sick pleasure curdled in his stomach, but he was too far gone to have a conscious now.

 

“Everyone grasp Saidin, and watch what I do.” He felt the room light up with the One Power, and nodded towards the class. He began summoning and making the threads of the five elements appear before him. “In the one power, there is five elements. Fire, air, water, earth, and spirit. Most males, as I said before, are strong in Fire and Earth. Whilst women are strong in Air and Water, and Spirit is generally equal between us.”

 

He began pulling a fire weave, and let it float in front of him before the class. “By the end of the week you’ll be able to tell which flow is which. You will be able to taste it, smell it, see it. This is a fire weave.” He spent the next hour pulling all the different strands of Elements out.

 

Finally, as dusk began to roll in, he set about to finishing the class. “In order to channel and cast a spell, you generally must tie weaves together to create something physical.” He quietly pulled another strand of fire out, and a larger strand of earth. He slowly showed how he merged the two together, and spun them slightly. A small ball of fire appeared before him, and lit the dimly lit fields. Within a moment, the fire ball was gone.

 

“Take what I taught you today and bring it to your rooms. Tonight, or this week, if the Great Lord allows, you should be able to figure out which elements are your strong ones. Merge your first weave here, and then you will be able to go.”

 

(OOC. It’s Jodeen, not Josdeen. Just write your first experience with weaving and merging the weaves. Then write how you did at night. We’re almost done.)

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((Sorry for the typo. ^^; ))

 

Arcon listened to every word the man said, filing everything but the last bit away, he doubt he needed to know the origin of the power, as long as he could use it, still it would be foolish to toss out the information as useless however, he doubted it'd be taught if it was.

 

He heard the command to fill himself with Saidin, and did so on his first try. That increasingly familiar molten chill rippled through him, he was alive again. He watched as his teacher pulled each thread out. His enhanced eyesight was trained upon those strands. Fire and Earth weaved together to form a small ball of fire, and he smiled, feeling like his training was finally beginning.

 

He pulled out a strand of fire, and tried to use a strand of earth, but it didn't seem to come as easy as the strand of fire, so he plucked out a strand of air instead, and clumsily melded them together. A fireball of his own leaped into life a head of him, one that seemed almost familiar.

 

After he let go of the weave, he was excused, third to leave. He released before he left. Arcon walked quickly back to his rooms, looking over the others ahead of them. He hated not being in first, he very nearly lashed out, but instead opened up his door, and grasped the source again.

 

He pulled out fire again, a bit less, and again a single strand of air. He wove them together a bit differently, expecting a small fireball, but instead all he got was a ball of light. Similar, yet, a bit off. He let the light fall apart. He tried again to pull earth out, but his grip on it was so much shakier than with fire and air. He thought that this must be a weak element. So, he was a bit off the norm. It wasn't an unusual feeling circling the void.

 

With that small strand of earth, he wove in a bit of water. Both of them seemed almost foreign, and he failed to notice anything happening. He tried fire and water, and got a puff of steam. "Oh yes, that will be useful," inside the void the intended sarcasm was hard to discern. The last to try out, was spirit. Seeming how he had the best luck with fire, he wove them together, this time aiming for a small glass of water in his room. He didn't really notice anything different, until he went to drink the glass. His head shook as the icy water poured into his mouth.

 

He smiled, spirit was just as easy to use as fire and air. The entire process took hours, and he found himself perfectly exhausted. Releasing Saidin, he crawled into bed, his mind to filled with the glory of serving the dark to bother on memories of his former beloved. He slept almost soundly, only waking once or twice during the night. So for the first time in a long time, he felt fully rested, ready for the day. He laughed at that thought, "How could you be ready for this place?"

 

Shaking his head, he clambered over to his wardrobe and donned a neat set of clothing, and as he opened the door, he was rocked by an explosion a room or two down. He heard the rushing of footsteps, but Arcon went the other way. He wasn't here to make friends, he was here to learn the power, he was here to serve as a solder of the Great Lord of the Dark. The ones who beat him in weaving yesterday passed him, and an evil grin crossed his features, or perhaps he would have need of an assassin?

 

He went to the mess hall to grab a bite, he was ravenous. He set closer to the others as they filed in, getting a better grasp of who they were, and what their difficulties were. "Me, oh, Fire, air, and spirit as far as I can tell." A few looked at him in surprise, "What about earth?" He shrugged, "Fire, spirit, and air are the easiest for me." They nodded, and he did notice that fire and earth were by far the most common to have skill in, and nodded to himself. Perhaps he could use his difference as an advantage? They'd expect fire and earth, but how much would they be on guard from his trinity? He laughed to himself, finishing up he went back to his rooms.

 

He embraced, and wove different combinations of the elements, lighting small fires, and the like. He was adamant about what his skills were, and went to class to report to Jodeen (( Wink )) his abilities. Of course, he wasn't the first there. He nearly screamed, but instead assumed the void for calmness, resisting Saidin's call. "Sir, it seems clear that I have skills in fire, air, and spirit, and next to none in the others. What is next, sir?"

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Jodeen seemed to be discussing something with one of the students of the class, though that was immaterial to Ayrik.  He had a job to do.  Stepping into the yard, he launched Wraith, his raven into the air before crossing the lawn to the gathered class.  "Jodeen, you're wanted in Michael's office immediately."  Ayrik was not a man to be refused, and a summons from a Dreadlord to an Adept was not to be ignored, either.  With a hasty salute, the Adept scurried off, leaving Ayrik with the students.  "My name is Ayrik Drayven, Dreadlord, and I'll be covering for Adept Jodeen for today's lesson.  From what I understand, you've finished studying the practice weaves, correct?"  A few nods and murmurs.  They seemed to be uneasy.  "Don't worry; I don't make a habit of killing Acolytes."

 

Gesturing to the grass, Ayrik bid the students to sit, slowly allowing himself to settle into the grass as well.  "To begin with, you'll all demonstrate for me the weaving that you were assigned last week, starting with you."  He didn't even look, just pointed to one of the students, only watching as he felt the student fumblingly seize saidin and begin channeling.  Same for the next student.  And the next.  And so on.

 

With the last student releasing saidin, Ayrik said, "Good enough.  Now, we're going to move onto some actual weaves.  When you weave these, they will create real effects in the world around you, as you'll see."  Seizing saidin with practiced ease, Ayrik took a candle out of his pocket and set it on the ground in front of him, weaving a simple thread of Fire to light it.  Then, using another simple weave of Air, he extinguished it.  "Now, I want you to try those weaves.  Remember that it may not work the first time you try, and your weaves might collapse into something else.  That's completely normal; when I did this exercise, I singed the hair off my arms."  After each student had managed to succeed, Ayrik moved onto the next weave.

 

Using Water and Earth, Ayrik created a small pile of mud on the ground in front of him, then bid the students to do the same, giving instructions as they were needed.  Finally, he said to the students, "There's a bed of flowers over there.  I want each of you to go pick one."  As the students crossed the yard to the flowerbed, Ayrik plucked a rose from one of the nearby bushes, bringing to himself with Air.  "Now," he continued as the students settled on the ground again, "this weave is a bit more complex, requiring all the five Elements, but it should be manageable."  With that, he wove a keeping around the flower, predominantly Spirit, but with the other four elements present as well."

 

After the students had finished the weaving, Ayrik said, "You've all learned some very basic weaves now, though even the simplest weave can be useful.  That same Fire weave, with a bit more strength, can be used to light a campfire or set an opponent ablaze.  With more strength, that Air weave can throw an opponent off his or her feet.  A pile of mud can slow pursuit or delay an enemy while you prepare a counterstrike of your own.  Weaving that same Keeping around food will keep it from spoiling."  Slowly, Ayrik's gaze passed from student to student.  "These weaves will become second nature to you after a time; you'll never even realize it until you can no longer channel for some reason.  The most important lesson you can take from that is to never forget to rely on yourself.

 

"Now, this class is dismissed.  Take the flowers with you and watch them.  You'll see that they'll never wilt, never lose their petals.  Any dew on them will still be there a week, two weeks, two months, or ten years from now."

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Arcon's gaze locked on the new teacher. In truth, he was surprised that Jodeen wouldn't be here to teach him and his classmates, but not a hint shown on his face. He was raised better than that. He watched as Ayrik pointed out the students, each one demonstrating the weaves they'd learned. He watched closely, most had developed different skills than he, of course, that was to be expected. He was unique in this small class. He was gifted in three powers, and only one the norm.

 

As Ayrik's seemingly disinterested finger fell on him, he embraced the source. The extra practice he'd put in paid off, he seized Saidin on the first try. He wove his small weaves, fire for light, and let it dissipate. He wove a similar weave the next time, except adding air to set the small sphere ablaze, and proceeded to use spirit to drag out the heat, and place it in the ground beneath one of those bastards who had finished before him. A smirk was suppressed as he watched him squirm for a moment, before physics took the small heat away. Lost forever in the massive planet beneath them. With that satisfaction, he released the source. Doing his best to ignore the longing that comes with such an action...

 

His face remained passive, but in truth he was excited. Finally, some more weaves to learn! His eyes fixated on the strands that Ayrik wove, simple, but he could find applications for them. When it was time for him to light the candle, he pulled a single strand of fire, and wrapped it around the wick. Oh, a fire did light, but the entire candle melted from the heat. To much! He quickly pulled a strand of air from the blaze, and tried to avoid the mistake he'd made on the last weave. Instead, it was to weak, and the gust of air only suited to fan the blaze, catching on the student in front of him. Admittedly, this was satisfying, it was the other one who had beaten him. Though, one should avoid making enemies as well as friends, and quickly he used the more familiar weave of spirit to drag the heat deeper into the Earth. He responded to the glare with a shrug, it was an accident... this time.

 

He gritted his teeth with the next weave, earth and water? Sweat appeared on his brow as he tried to bend these two elements to his will. They were like bands of iron compared to the soft string of the other three. he wove into the ground, the effort rewarded with only a four square inch piece of earth turned to mud. Rage skirted the edge of the void, he would not fail like this again..

 

Then something a little more unexpected happened, he was told to pick a flower? He wondered briefly just how much of the taint had touched Ayrik before being raised, but still obeyed. Either he was insane or not, either way, not a good idea to disobey a full Dreadlord. He returned with his pink lily, and watched as Ayrik wove something he lated called a keeping. Interesting, and definitely useful. He wove a small piece of all five powers onto the flower, straining with the water and earth, but pushing through without showing his difficulties.

 

It wouldn't wilt, ever? He allowed a smile to cross his lips, he noticed that young Andorian watching him, he too smiling. He could only imagine the fool liked flowers, and thought he'd found a companion, but of course it was wrong. It was another thing to add to the growing symbolism of this place. He'd picked a flower from the a guardian in the Great Lord's fortress, and it would never die. He was picked by the Great Lord from the garden of mankind, and so the smile. He would outlive this flower, when he gained immortality by the Great Lord's side..

 

With these pleasant thoughts in mind, he was dismissed, releasing the source, he returned to his rooms. He gently placed the lily on the stand next to his bed, and stared at it with that clever smile, before he scolded his face into indifference, and went to grab a bite to eat. His real training would begin soon, he would need his strength.