A return (OPEN TO ANYONE)

[Lyanna]

Somehow I always forget how majestic the Tower is, Myriade mused when she dismounted and handed Fire's reigns to a stable hand who retreated bowing. It towered above her, catching the last rays of sunshine, shining like mother-of-pearl. She'd had it in her view ever since Tar Valon had been barely visible on the horizon, as if it was a homing beacon drawing her ever closer to itself.

 

Myriade didn't even really take a look at the man who took care of Fire for her. It wasn't so much that she didn't care, but she had been used to grooms and stable hands all her life and they kind of blended in with the environment. In her father's mansion she'd been waited on hand and foot - and after her novice and accepted years - where she'd done the waiting herself - this hadn't changed. She had learned to appreciate things like these a little better but still she accepted the presence of servants without any hesitation.

 

She arranged her saddlebags to be brought up to her quarters and then slowly ascended the many stairs herself. By the time she arrived at the all too familiar door, her belongings had already been stowed away in cabinets and cupboards. Gingerly she touched the sheets that covered all her furniture, sending sparkling specks of dust flying in the slanting rays of the last sunlight. It had been a long time. Since Lucius died at Namandar Myriade had lost herself in so many trips outside of the Tower that she felt very out of touch. The faces that had greeted her down the halls were nine out of ten unfamiliar.

 

Of course there were numerous Sedais, and it was impossible to know them all, but she had always prided herself in her sense of commitment to the Tower and knowing your peers was part of that.

 

No more running, Myriade vowed to herself. It was time she stayed here for a while. It was as good a time as any to start building up her life in the Tower again, she thought, as she pulled the sheets off her settee. The fabric went flying and covered her in a cloud of dust which sent her into a coughing fit. Suddenly she saw the humor of it - here she was, a dignified Aes Sedai covered from head to foot in dust, muttering under her breath - she must look like a crazed crone! Her laughter reverberated trough the room and instantly Myriade's heart felt lighter. It would be difficult, but doable. She just needed to take time with herself, and acknowledge that the hole in her heart was there but wouldn't swallow her.

 

A knock on the door made her grab Saidar and swish all the rubble off her. Who on earth could be wanting her attention this soon?

[Sienna]

would you mind if I joined you?