Eyes without true form (Attn.: Corin and who else is in it)

May 6, 2006

Afternoon was already drawing late as Faile was walking the busy streets of Tar Valon. She knew all too well that she actually would have had to return to the White Tower long since, but after fetching all those exotic herbs the Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah who had given her todayÂ´s chore had taken such a long time, Faile found nothing bad in tarrying in the city a little longer. In fact she had leapt at the chance to be given a chore taking her outside the White Tower. Although she liked living there very much and enjoyed the company of the other novices and Accepted, she still had missed to be outside again. Well, as it was they werenÂ´t prisoners of the White Tower, far from it actually, but anyway Faile had been feeling too secluded and in a way sealed away from the world as she spent every single day inside the White Tower. Having gone out on one of the highest balconies of the Tower to look down on the Anchient city of Tar Valon, the city of Aes Sedai sparkling in splendor and brightness as itÂ´s name indicated, Faile had longed to be able to go here on her own inside and now with the bright afternoon sun illuminating the city, making it even more splendid and marvellous as she had seen from the distance of the White Tower, Faile really felt happy about having taken the chance to come here to fullfill the chore she had been given.

The streets around her seemed to buzz with life and business, so unlike everything Faile had ever seen in her native Fal Dara in Shienar that now and then she just stopped to take in the full splendor of the moment. There was so much to see, so many shops, inns and building to look at, that she didnÂ´t even realize that she was about to loose her way completely and when she did it was already too late. Faile knew that basically she only had to go towards the White Tower which was visible throughout the entire city as was dragonmount outside Tar Valon, but still those two points of orientation didnÂ´t help her very much. Cursing her lack of a sense for orientation for the upteenth time, Faile wondered if she just should stop by some peasant walking by and ask for directions to the White Tower. But then again she remembered what Saya Sedai had told her about some people being more than suspicious of Aes Sedai and who knew, maybe there were some of those even in Tar Valon, the city of Aes Sedai, one could never be sure about who to trust, Faile knew and thus decided that she would have to look for her way on her own, there was nothing else to do. If only the streets didnÂ´t look so alike and she recalled where she had come from and if she had already passed that inn or not. In short time Faile really felt like walking in circles and looking at the basket of herbs she was carrying, she only hoped those wouldnÂ´t dry too fast otherwise the yellow Sisters certainly woulndÂ´t be pleased after all and she really didnÂ´t need a visit to the mistress of novices and her strap again so far.

Sighing deeply and looking out deciding if sheÂ´d better turn left or right, Faile looked up to the White Tower, whose towers were still visible above the clusters of buildings and the masses of people in Tar Valon, but when she had walked past another seamstressÂ´shop which totally looked like one she had come past only five minutes ago, Faile let out a groan of exasperation and silently thought that the White Tower was mocking her, itÂ´s form now looming in quite another direction than it had before. Resigne to the possibility, the inevitability as it seemed, that she would be more than only late in the White Tower, Faile gritted her teeth and gathering her skirts, she walked on, falling in a hurried trot, after all she could hurry if it was of any use or not. Anyway she made a mental note never again to scold Rosetta for always getting lost. After all the two of them were quite a match when it came to lack of orientation and the question who could get lost in the White Tower the fasted. No, she certainly was as good and liable to loosing her way as her friend had and as she recalled with an absent smile on her face how they had met for the first time with Rosetta crashing into her and making all her things fly and scatter on the ground. Now that absent-mindedness very nearly made her fall herself as she abruptly ran into something solid, not having looked where she was going as she was absorbed in her own thoughts. Coming to an abrupt halt so suddenly, Faile only now noticed that she had run into a man. A man wearing the robes of a Tower Guard that were so familiar to her. Sighing in relief about finally having found someone who could tell her the way back, Faile suddenly blushed hard as she realized that she nearly had overrun the man and with an apologetic smile, she bobbed a make-shift curtsy. â€œI apologize for running into you like thatâ€, she said, still blushing and trying to regain her composure. â€œBut can you tell me how I get back to the White Tower? I somehow seem to have lost my way and...â€ Noticing that she was getting carried away with what she was about to say, Faile cut off and blushing again in embarrassment about her own foolishness and about the appearance she must certainly make, she stepped back uncertainly and waited for the man to reply, hoping he would help her.

OOC: I guess this will do for a reason ;)

tismeb4u · May 24, 2006

Stepping out of the dark alley Corin made his way through the throng that clogged the street in a wriggling mass of people. His mood was still fowl as he jostled through the crowd and turned down a side street. For the 5th day in a row he had met with a few of those who watched and listened for him; resisted the urge to approach others that may have been swayed from her. The risk was too great for that right now. Perhaps later if the time was right, but for now he would settle for what he had acquired on his own. Only that was not working for him. Really, how hard could it be to find a little something he could use on one of the Novice or Accepted that frequented the town. He mumbled a curse to himself and glared at a young man that looked back from stacking tinware on a display.

It was really beginning to get to him that he could not watch over her the way he felt she needed watching. Why canâ€™t the bloody woman see the right side of reason, a thought he had several times a day it seemed of late. Inside he was torn between a promise given and a need felt. Some how if he was not to be near her he had to find a way to ensure he knew exactly what Siryan bloody Sedai was up to and that harm was not in any way, shape, or form, going to touch her. A fat lot of good his watchers were to him for this. Those who were not outright afraid of the woman were of only limited help as they could only watch her on occasions that she actually came in to Tar Valon city itself. Even then there was only so much the few he knew could observe without completely giving themselves away. After all she had a far greater network to draw on, even if he had skewed the odds to his favor with the knowledge he had gained from those years with her.

The problem that puzzled him now was how to acquire the necessary observation inside the tower. The guard he would trust with his life and those of his family in a heart beat, so much confidence he had in them. But he did not trust anyone with her life no matter how well guarded the Tower was. Things still happened in its walls that left him weary for her life and safety. This was a very slippery slope that he would have to walk with great care; knowledge of what he was doing would be a very unfortunate incident for him; never mind what she would do if she figured it out. Still if he could just find a way to corner and manipulate a Novice he might just have the fly he needed to help ease his mind. With a jarring stop he found himself face to face with a girl clad in white. Apparently she too had been lost in thought or preoccupation with something so that neither had seen the other until they collided.

The bloom of deep crimson in her cheeks and the awkward curtsy she offered before speaking spoke of a girl relieved and yet unsure of her self; a pleasing vision to the darker thought in his mind. â€œI apologize for running into you like that. But can you tell me how I get back to the White Tower? I somehow seem to have lost my way and...â€ A smile pulled at his face and he forced warmth into something that was born of sinister intentions. How the game and her teachings had changed him from the boy he had been. Before him stood a flustered and embarrassed child of the Tower; one he was sworn to protect. Orion would have his throat at the thoughts that passed through his mind while he listened to her. An opponent off balance was halfway to defeat, he just had to find the other half. He pushed the disappointed expression of his friend back into the dark corners of his mind.

Folding his hands in front of him he looked at the silent figure with the look of a father who had caught his child with their fingers in the cookie jar again. â€œWhat is your name young lady?â€ His voice was light and calm; something to help easy her mind and lower her suspicions and defenses until he had her positioned were he wanted her. His eyes focused on her own in a measuring gaze; studying for the opening he needed; he would create.

June 15, 2006

â€œWhat is your name young lady?â€, the manÂ´s voice sounded strangely warm and genuinely curious and FaileÂ´s hopes rose as she clearly recognized his red cloak for that of a Tower Guard. Now she seemed to have finally found someone to tell her how to get back to the White Tower and at least try to be punctual for her classes, though she seriously doubted that she would succeed in that.

Although part of her wanted to just blurt out everything about her being lost and trying to find her way back to the White Tower to still be punctual to class - Faile winced inwardly when she remembered Saya SedaiÂ´s cold stare on her when she had been late yesterday, she wouldnÂ´t even want to begin to fathom how she would look like, much less what she would do to her today if she would be even later - she still forced herself to gather her wits and eye the Tower Guard silently for an instant. His eyes looked at her calmly and his face stayed smooth, not giving away anything as he smiled at her warmly. But still there was something about him that made her step warily. For a second Faile reprimanded herself for being a foolish girl fidgeting about things that didnÂ´t exist. Maybe she really had read too many stories and even if living at the White Tower still felt unreal and like part of one of those books she used to enjoy so much, she still had to keep her grip on reality.

And reality was Saya SedaiÂ´s indignant stare at her that she would get without doubt as soon as she scurried into her class, feet shuffling and blushing deeply. The Red Sisters had never been ones to be affected by blushes or muttered apologies and Faile knew she was due to at least one further visit to the Mistress of NovicesÂ´ study if she kept on like that. Light, she really wanted to be punctual, wanted to learn, but the Wheel seemed to have other things for her or at least trying its best to keep her off her duties. But in the end, no one would ask what had kept her that long. No, Faerzyne SedaiÂ´s switch didnÂ´t ask questions.

Only now Faile realized that she was still standing in the middle of the street looking at the man whose name she didnÂ´t know but seemed to be her only chance to find her way back to the White Tower in a hopefully acceptable time and suddenly became aware of the fact that he was still expecting an answer from her. Blushing deeply she quickly cast down her eyes, hoping he hadnÂ´t noticed her stare, Light she had nearly gaped at him! "Um...my name is Faile alÂ´Rahien", she said eventually, her tongue feeling like being knotted suddenly as she wished desperately for her cheeks not turning that red and giving away her embarrassment. "You...you donÂ´t happen to be able to show me the way back to the White Tower, do you? I seem to have gone lost...again..." Light, she was blushing like never before and didnÂ´t know if she wanted to run away from him or just wait for his reply. Faile suddenly felt more a complete fool than ever before.

tismeb4u · June 16, 2006

The small feminine frame before him stood motionless; eyes wide in what he could only believe were surprise at there meeting. Her mouth hung slightly open as if perhaps words were attempting to make passage but no sound emitted. For long moments neither moved as Corin continued to study the prey before him. She was obviously lost in thought about something close to her. Whether that something was good or bad was unknown to him. But with the training he had received over the years in quiet council, he had come to learn a good deal of reading expressions; if not so good as his teacher it was still adequate. This being the case he was willing to lay a silver against a copper that her memories were not of pleasure or happiness.

His heart tried to plead a case to his mind over the girl. How much the boy he had been had changed in this place. The boy who would have done anything in his powers to see the lost found and the wrong righted. Now instead of softness to her plight and an ingrained sense to help her he saw a scared child weak and open for persuasion and tying. How much would his mother disown him if she seen him now; knew the thoughts that roamed his mind. A cat idly playing with a mouse. Or his roommate and the sense of honor he held so deep to his heart. All these were mere wisps of smoke compared to the overwhelming need to see Sirayn safe and protected. A curse beginning to form in his mind evaporated as color leapt to the girls face; eyes darting to the ground.

â€umâ€¦my name is Faile alâ€™Rahienâ€ The words coming out broken as if dragged by great force to fall from a tongue unwilling to move. Stuttering softness and downcast eyes, another good sign supporting his original thought. This one had secrets and fear; two very highly sought opening in which to pry his own needs from. The war inside him continued as the girl shuffled her feet before him; heart and history wanting him to depart from the dark path he continued down. To give the girl aid without strings; be whom he would have; might have been before this place. How is it Sirayn does this with such simple separation and ease, the though interrupted as Faile spoke once more. â€œâ€¦ againâ€¦â€ the word could not have carried more weight; more opportunity. If lost before then warning at least she had been through; from her appearance more then warnings for sure.

A corner of his mouth quirked slightly in itâ€™s smile; attempted to draw out itâ€™s warm edge and show the sinister thoughts behind the calm eyes that held her submissive form. There was a great opportunity here if he reached and seized it. Perhaps this would be the one he could use; could help ease his mind if only the smallest measure. Green eyes roved over her; seeking any further advantage that might be gained. â€œFaile alâ€™Rahien,â€ his voice wrapped the dark intensions in warm and inviting tones; masking the true threat that existed. â€œFrom the dress I would say a Novice of the Tower unless you are taken to similar fashion?â€ He pause momentarily awaiting her affirmation but was greeted with only silence her eyes still downcast. â€œYes, I thought not. So a Novice outside the Tower walls,â€ his eyes glanced around them once more. â€œBeing lost I would guess you are not being escorted by a Sister either. Hmmmm, Iâ€™m sure Misstress Faerzyne Sedai will be most upset to find you out alone.â€

His hands fell back to his sides, a slight sigh escaping him for effect. â€œI suppose it is not your fault entirely, from the basket I would assume you have been sent to town for those herbs.â€ His hand brushed over them, â€œThough the one who sent you will not be please at the rate they are beginning to wilt.â€

June 17, 2006

As she was standing right in front of the Tower Guard who still hadnÂ´t named himself to her, Faile felt utterly watched and exposed in front of his eyes silently observing her. Even if she hadnÂ´t been that embarassed about nearly having run him down and now standing in front of him like a foolish child, feeling once again like the girl she was, helpless and lost in the great city of Tar Valon as she often felt lost in life. Well, maybe not quite lost, but detached from the course of the world, living her secluded life in the White Tower that seemed that far apart from anything else that she used to call reality and everyday-life in Fal Dara. No, this was just different and her lack of orientation wasnÂ´t only due to the vastness of Tar Valon, this she knew, there was something more beyond it, something she couldnÂ´t quite fathom, but something that disturbed and disconcerted her inner balance. As though her being accepted in the White Tower had shattered something inside, as her dreams seemed to have become true, reality had seemingly retreated to some distant place.

Right now Faile felt like being dragged back to reality though as the man in front of her looked her up and down, somehow seeming to analyse her up to down and over again making her having to gather all her wits and composure not to start stirring uneasily shuffling her feet in embarrassment. Light if it hadnÂ´t been enough that she was blushing like that, giving away her emotions! â€œFrom the dress I would say a Novice of the Tower unless you are taken to similar fashion?â€, he stated flatly, after speaking her name like considering what to make of it. Light, Faile really wasnÂ´t able to match his gaze and just kept her eyes firmly on the stone pavement of the street, glad that she couldnÂ´t see her own reflection in the dull surface since seeing how stupid she must look like right now standing there like a girlish chit, Faile really couldnÂ´t imaging a more embarassing situation.

â€œYes, I thought not. So a Novice outside the Tower walls,â€ his eyes glanced around them once more. â€œBeing lost I would guess you are not being escorted by a Sister either. Hmmmm, Iâ€™m sure Misstress Faerzyne Sedai will be most upset to find you out alone.â€Those words, placidly spoken, a mere statement yet hinting much more than that, not only giving away her dilemma, but also uncovering her weak spot in this. He had her in his hand now, she knew and had to swallow despite her mouth suddenly going all dry as she realized that this was what he seemed to be wanting, whoever he was. Faile suddenly recognized the look of his eyes on her. It was the same like a cat watching a mouse crossing its path without caution. The eyes of a cat ready to leap and seize its prey, not letting go once it had smelled easy meat.

â€œI suppose it is not your fault entirely, from the basket I would assume you have been sent to town for those herbs.â€ His hand brushed over them, â€œThough the one who sent you will not be pleased at the rate they are beginning to wilt.â€Faile swallowed again at his casual movement and tone. She knew, felt, that there was something wrong in the manner he treated her, on the one hand like a father caring for his lost child, on the other hand like a predator sensing easy prey. No, Faile really didnÂ´t know what to make of him and eventually as she realized the full extend of her own foolishness in remaining standing here like a brazen statue, Faile suddenly felt something else demanding entrance into her awareness: anger. Fury was creeping into her. Fury at herself, at the situation she had brought herself again because of her own stupidity and last but not least fury at the man standing in front of her, eyeing her like that without having even giiven his own name. No, she might have embarassed and humiliated herself by the way and state he had discovered her here, but she wouldnÂ´t continue acting the milksop eagerly and open eyed walking into whatever net he had spun for her.

"The Yellow Ajah wonÂ´t be pleased on this delay at all", Faile said, her tone suddenly low and icy as she felt her teeth clench in supressed anger of which she didnÂ´t know if the better part was directed at the man opposite her or herself. "May I propose you telling me the way so I can avoid further delay then, Master - ? What is your name while weÂ´re at it?" No, Faile really wouldnÂ´t continue fidgeting like this, at this point her hot Shienaran temper was attempting to take the best of her even though she might regret it later, would most certainly as that was. But for now she didnÂ´t care.

tismeb4u · June 19, 2006

Her eyes flashed with an unspoken anger; posture taking on a more pronounced and upright state. Good â€¦. Good there is a spirit in this one I can work with. He suppressed a smug smile that yearned to make a home on his face. Watched as she set her self on the forefront, heat and edges dancing in her voice. First the weakness then the strong back, she would not go down easy. But she also had no skills at Daes Daeâ€™mar it appeared. Which in the end would help make this little task all the easier. When it came to bringing people under thumb without the sword he was still a fledgling in comparison to the master he trained under. She would have had this one eating out of hand by now he was sure. But he was patient and with her being the one in need it made the length all the more to his advantage.

He chuckled lightly at the matter of fact tone in her voice demanding his name. â€œCorin Danveer of the Tower Guard miss alâ€™Rahien,â€ he mocked her with a flourishing bow. A little push here and a little poke there. Even the cagiest bears will only put up with so much before they surrender or attack. Either way they become easier prey while off balance. Come little one â€¦.. come. The dark thought brought a strange exhilaration; a sensation he did not expect and tucked away for meditation at a later time. For now his wits and metal alert was needed on the task at hand. â€œAs for the Yellow; unless you have been tasked by a very lenient sister. I would say haste now would make little difference in the quality they found your collection in.â€

He watched as anger gave way to fury that smoldered hot in dark eyes. Each step brought her closer to a state he could work with. He was too far in now to stop; would collect this one for his purpose or see that she never served here again. Thoughts of what words he would put to paper in a forged hand should the need arise to see her removed as a threat. Sirayn had to be watched and with her confounded mule headed idea of keeping him banished to the yard this was the only way it could happen. A great cost for an even greater prize; his career as a guard in service to the tower was worth the risk to see her life continue. How had she tied him up so deeply in her net? Still to this day he could not answer that question; could not complete that puzzle. But regardless of how she had done it; his life and heart was herâ€™s whether she believed it or not. Regardless of whether she wanted him, accepted him or refused him; he would see her life extended.

The momentary sideline his mind had taken worked to achieve the result he wanted. A cold anger surged just below the surface and he held it down keeping it from touching face or voice until the time was right. â€œYou look a sad state I must say, not very much the representative of the Tower you seek to reach. But never the less you are one of itâ€™s children. Letâ€™s get you cleaned up and perhaps some fresh herbs. I would hate to have to be witness to your strapping when the Yellow report your utter failure at such a simple task.â€ The words he had kept light and non-threatening in tone and manner though he added a very slight emphasis to the word child in each use. It added to the definite meaning under those words that he was sure she would pick out. With a warm relaxed grin he waited on her reaction; knew she would react. Come little one let us dance â€¦. Let us dance.

June 20, 2006

â€œCorin Danveer of the Tower Guard miss alâ€™Rahien,â€he apparently had placed the mockery very intentional in his tone, trying to disconcert her even more than he had already as Faile noted dimly wanting to snap something back at him, telling him that she was no miss, but a Novice of the White Tower, but then again that short flash of anger faded into the feeling of being watched closer than she ever would want to be watched by a strange man she had just met in the streets of a city she had apparently got lost in. No, Faile really would have easily preferred to endure a thousand other things, a lecture about herbology by some dull Yellow included over that Corin Danveers judging eyes on her.

But on thinking about the Yellow Ajah, Faile cast a random look to the basket she still held in her hand, the herbs which had been fresh and strong when she had bought it already slacking in consistence and making her feel like they wouldnÂ´t be of much use anymore once she had reached the White Tower. If she would ever get across that disconcerting Tower Guard who was still watching her intently, that was.

â€œAs for the Yellow; unless you have been tasked by a very lenient sister. I would say haste now would make little difference in the quality they found your collection in.â€, at this statement of his, all Faile could do to gape openly at him, was cast her gaze down, looking at her shoes that also had looked in a much better state when she had left for Tar Valon a few hours ago. But Light! He had really just spoken out what she had thoght a moment before! Restraining from the urge to shake her head in disbelief she told herself that this was pure conincidence. It had to be. Anything else was just absurd. Too absurd to concern herself with for now. Now she had to care about matters at hand. And closest at hand seemed to be a Yellow SisterÂ´s lecture and the Mistress of NovicesÂ´switch if she was truthful to herself.

â€œYou look a sad state I must say, not very much the representative of the Tower you seek to reach. But never the less you are one of itâ€™s children. Letâ€™s get you cleaned up and perhaps some fresh herbs. I would hate to have to be witness to your strapping when the Yellow report your utter failure at such a simple task.â€ Faile sighed silently hoping Corin wouldnÂ´t notice. Even though she was infuriated about the way he treatd her, not only emphasizing the word "child" in every of his sentences to the point of pure mockery, but even treating and watching her like she shouldnÂ´t have left her motherÂ´s apron strings yet.

Her gaze holding his once again, Faile just refused to let herself be bullied around by him like that. After all, who knew what he really was up to? Everyone knew you shouldnÂ´t just anyone who came by you, much less in her situation and after the way he treated her. Something in his way of holding himself, in his behaviour toward her told Faile she should be as cautious as one could be about him. Not everything that glistens is gold, a quote her mother had told her back in Shienar, usually referring to her rambling about becoming an Aes Sedai came to her mind. Too true, she thought now, resolving to stay on her guard.

Still Faile was realistic enough to know that he was right and although reluctantly, she took a deep breath and decided to follow Corin, careful though to at least try and remember where she was going now. She wouldnÂ´t want to get lost with him again, she really wouldnÂ´t want to find out what would happen then. She would be careful no matter what he said and she wanted him to know it. She only hoped he would stick to his promise and guide her back to the White Tower. That and not having to see him again so far was the only thing she wanted for now.

tismeb4u · June 29, 2006

The guarded look of resignation as she fell in beside him raced a thrill of exhilaration deep within. There was hope she may yet come around but he was going to be cautious none the less. So far there was nothing she could pick out of his words that could be held against him and indicate what he might be planning. The time would come when he would have to reveal that little tidbit but it was not time yet. With her silently at his side he moved off down the street intended on two stops before he lead her back to the Tower.

Bits and oddities skittered across the cobblestones; given life to move by the touch of a gentle breeze as Corin made his way along a side street with his silent white partner sweeping along at his side; eyes still down cast. A tangible thread of chivalry tried several time to come to her aid; remind him of the child she was. But hard cold determination shredded the honorable thought with ruthless precision. Turning down a dim and dirty alleyway he noted the hesitation of his companion, â€œstay if you want but Iâ€™m going back to the Tower with or without you. The choice is yours.â€ He continued on, his steps the only sound in the alleyway for several moments before the rushed sounds of swishing skirts behind him and then her rhythm matched his own as she continued to follow. The grin that split his face offered many insights into his thoughts but with her behind him there was little chance it would show his hand.

As they stepped back out on to another side street the grin dissipated like smoke from his face. Slowing slightly his glanced flicked to the girl clad in white once more at his side, so little one which way will we place this? Looking down the street ahead of him a genuine smile curved the edges of his mouth as a familiar Inn came into view. â€œWe will stop briefly here so you can cleanup and look more the part of a student of the Tower. Then perhaps we can collect a fresh sample of herbs for your basket. I do believe I know a lady with just the right item along the way back.â€ He offered a warm smile as he looked down at her once more, â€œitâ€™s the least a guard can do for a lost child of the tower. Wouldnâ€™t you agree?â€ His hand swept toward the Inn at his right awaiting her movement toward itâ€™s door and the companion inside he knew he could trust. Savannah would never assist him if she knew his true intent. But if he presented the lost child and played the part of trying to keep her from greater trouble she would be more then accommodating. Arriving at the door he held it opened and ushered the girl in quickly though she seemed a bit reluctant. â€œSavannah,â€ he smiled genuinely to the redhead he knew well. â€œCan you please escort this lost child of the Tower to where she might clean up a bit. Savannah will take good care of you.â€ Turning he left Faile in her care and went to the bar to talk to the owner; her white apron spotted.

After a brief but enjoyable conversation with the proprietor Faile and Savannah returned. â€œExcellent work Savannah, perhaps we can turn the floor again later tonight,â€ he winked quickly at her and laughed at the scowl he received. â€œcome little one letâ€™s see about those herbs now. We donâ€™t want the Yellow waiting to long now do we.â€ Stepping back out on the street he headed done yet another alley with the girl in tow. He could have easily had her back to the main gates along some of the more regular routes but that would not allow him to set the hook he needed this girl on. â€œSo Faile of the Tower, tell me what brought you to the great city of Tar Valon and the White Tower?â€

July 25, 2006

As much as she despised the mere notion to be led around by this men she had only met minutes ago, a man apparently used to have everyone fall for that smug smile and the twinkling eyes of his, Faile knew she had no other choice left open and thus complied to his lead, yet gritting her teeth and wishing for her voluminous white skirts to have pockets where she could clench her fists in wihout anyone seeing it. Without him seeing it. Drawing herself up, trying to walk as upright and as it befit a Novice of the White Tower, Faile was all too aware of the gray and brown stains on her formerly pure white dress, standing proof for her carelessness and the time she had spent in the dusty air of the city streets, trying to find a way out of the maze she had finally found herself in.

Yet even more annoying than her obviously having made a complete fool of herself before Corin, was him apparently using her very embarrassment and hopelessness just to his advantage to steer and maneuver her right where he needed her to be. Only where was that, Faile mused. Maybe it was just her own paranoid imagination, the imagination of someone lost and suddenly dependent on a total stranger seemed to make her be more than only on edge as Faile herself noitced how uncontrollably her temper was flaring in CorinÂ´s presence. Him treating her like a child, not even by calling her by that like everyone in the White Tower used to call a Novice, yet with an undertone in his voice that made Faile permanently bite back a curse at him for treating her like a witless little girl that shouldnÂ´t have been let away from her motherÂ´s apron strings yet.

Surpressing a sharp retort and even trying not to glare when he sent her to see to washing and rearranging herself, Faile followed the fieryhaired innkeeper, a woman who seemed to be very familiar with Corin, a fact that somehow didnÂ´t surpise her in the least.Trying not to be purposefully unfriendly to the innkeeper who showed her to a room with a pitcher of hot water, Faile shut the door behind her to see what she could do about the deranged appearance that greeted her in the mirror. Light, she was a mess indeed. No wonder that CorinÂ´s reaction had been like that then, not that this would excuse him. Still in a broody and rather edgy mood, Faile left the small room after cleaning herself of the dust of the streets, getting rid of some of the dirty stains on her skirt as well as combing and rearranging her hair. In fact, she felt better already now and if it only was knowing she wouldnÂ´t look like some runaway farmgirl from the fields on receiving her punishment for being late and failing to accomplish her task.

Envisioning herself already standing in Faerzyne SedaiÂ´s study being berated and facing another harsh night as she already knew what would await her, Faile left the roon and the inn together with Corin in a rather grumpy and brooding mood, actually regarding his question about where she came from and how she happened to get to the White Tower rather pleasantly distracting.

â€œIÂ´m born and grew up in Fal Dara, Shienar and I came to the WhiteTower after an Aes Sedai stayed with us for the night on a journey together with her Warder as they were looking for girls with the spark they said and they tested meâ€¦.andâ€¦well, my parents soon had to find out that what they had taken for foolish stories before was in fact more than realâ€¦â€,Faile trailed off, smiling rather absent-mindedly as she remembered herself buried in her books, spending whole days engrossed in stories and adventures of heroes in the Age of Legends, fascinated by the new worlds opening to her, envolding themselves in front of her, widening the horizon of her tight and preordained farmlife. â€œWellâ€¦thatÂ´s how I came here at least. The beginning of yet another story I guess.â€

tismeb4u · July 27, 2006

Corin listened with veiled interest to her every word. He had a plan that needed a spy and he was hoping to find the information he could use to turn this simple innocent child in that very role. How would she react when he finally positioned her into the trap? What would she think when she found out the price of her freedom and who it entailed? Indeed it was a very slippery slope he walked and caution was of the utmost importance. His hand absently brushed his left pocket where a forged letter lay nestled away as a backup. The overwhelming drive to see the stubborn old lady safe from harm had him walking roads he despised internally. Sirayn Sedai had him so wrapped around a cold uncaring finger that he was willing to do just about anything to see to her safety. Whether that was as despising as the out right corruption and blackmail of an innocent child or the simple matter of ignoring her wishes and warnings about staying away from her and having nothing to do with her. One way or another Sirayn, time will see me at your side as your blood shield and you will not be able to stop that. An oath he had repeated to himself several times since she had banished him from her sight at the cabin.

Faileâ€™s voice suddenly trailing off drew him back from his stewing; noted the smile that lifted her face. She had said something that had meaning to her, deep meaning. He sifted through the conversation that had rattled on beside him while his mind had wandered. Berated himself for not paying proper attention. There had been something about stories and testing, but what was it? He worked to put the pieces together as she continued her story. Yes of course thatâ€™s it â€¦.. She was happy to finally find meaning .. To be believed. Like a faceted jewel her turned the thoughts and words around in his mind while they stepped into yet another dark alley and followed to the left when it forked.

Garbage and debris lay scattered in piles along the wall; the air damp and heavy with an underlying stench. Slowing the pace slightly he plotted out an alternative to the letter in his pocket. There was a chance still that he might be able to accomplish this task without the need of it. His voice took on a soft fatherly sound , â€œthe vast knowledge and opportunities the Tower holds is a wonder. Freedom from what may have been a simple life instead of the adventure one might crave. So many possibilities; unwritten stories of the future awaiting an author or heroin. It draws many to itâ€™s splendid spires gleaming bold and white like light and truth. I am glad you were able to make the trip; to be entered in the book. So many do not, and then there are those that comeâ€¦â€ He let the pause hang there in the silence of the alley; their footsteps reverberating off the rock walls of the surrounding buildings as they continued still deeper. â€œSome are sent away unfortunately. Back to what they would have been before the White Tower ever visited them. Sent away because they where not strong enough, not obedient enough, not useable enough. I can not imagine what that would feel like; to be cast out and know the future you might have had before those heavy doors close coldly on you.â€ He glanced back at her now, ready to draw in her expressions and movements as he set the first mental snare. â€œCan you imagine how that must feel Faile?â€

August 2, 2006

FaileÂ´s attention suddenly was dragged back to present, somehow being pulled out of her dream-like stupor by his words, softly spoken like a silken caress, yet she was also feeling a sharp edge on the silk as though there was something hidden beneath that only waited to cut deep as his soothing words lured her. And yet Faile might be only a girl, a Child of the Tower as he called her, but this child wasnÂ´t as witless and naÃ¯ve as he might think. Watching him in return, his predatory gaze on her, taking in every of her moves, as though about to strike at the very opportunity she gave him. A small shudder ran down her spine as she realized what that faked almost fatherly interest really was. He was just waiting for her to trip, to trigger the trap he held wide open for her, baiting her to run into it with open eyes, not even realizing what was happening until it was too late. Light, what had she gotten herself into with this man? She should have run as soon as she saw him. Never accept candy from strangers. Yes, that was what little children were told by their mothers warning them against submitting to the baiting influence of people who might cross their way as they went out playing their innocent childish games, without suspicions and completely prone to their ignorance of the hardships of life.

Looking at his level, cooly calculating pair of eyes on her in that very moment, Faile suddenly felt more like one of those naÃ¯ve, inexperienced little girls in their short childish dresses again than a Novice of the White Tower, bound to serve and obey the oaths she would once swear if she made it. If. Yes, that was what the Tower Guard was just saying. If. Two letters, plain and insignificant for anyone using them lightly, yet Faile recognized the deeper meaning for those two letters for herself, a meaning that was far being insignificance to her, about to influence the entire course of the rest of her life. The White Tower was her life, steering her whereever it wanted her to go as she was at the whim of its laws, but still those lawas could be exploited by people who bend them around their fingers to use them for their own purposes. People like Corin. Acting unscrupolously only serving their own aims or the aims of those who had set them on their particular target. Only which sort of them was Corin? He seemed alert and sly as a fox to her, once she had awoken from her dimmed daze, suddenly becoming all too aware of things happening around her. Becoming aware for the trap whose barred cage she already had halfway entered, too far already to just balk and escape. No, he wouldnÂ´t make it that easy for her. Only what did he want?

Biting her lip as though in dread of the mere thought he had induced on her with this explicit question about what she thought being cast out by the White Tower would feel, Faile struggled to keep her head clear and her eyes from flashing in a temper that would certainly betray her like that. Looking up from the tip of her shoes as though being ashamed at her own thoughts, Faile suddenly looked Corin right in his eyes, outwardly warm yet viperlike and cold beyond that surface. He wouldnÂ´t fool her that easily, even if he thought he had her long since. She wouldnâ€™t let him get away with it just like that. She could be tricky and analytic as well if she wanted, bending circumstances to her liking.

â€œI guess it would feel like being cast out by the people you love mostâ€, she said quietly, keeping her tone as calm as possible, not wanting to reveal anymore than she really had to. â€œAfter all weÂ´re like a family together, caring for each other.Offering shelter and protection. Novices, Accepted, Aes Sedai. Warders and Tower Guardsâ€, Faile laid an extra emphasize on the last two words. If Corin thought he could have his way with hre however he wanted it, she would just show him how mistaken he was. â€œAnyway, what makes you ask me such a question?â€, she asked finally, never leaving Corin with her eyes, observing him as he did with her. She would know about his next move the same moment he would notice what she was up to. Faile supressed a cold shiver whacking her body as she looked straight at Corin, the curiosity and innocence of a harmless child only a mask of what really lay behind that. If he wanted to be calculating and trick her into his trap, she would do her best to leave the illusion on him, while secretely plotting her was out of this already.

tismeb4u · August 11, 2006

Her actions initially offered hope to him; brought a sense that he may yet have her bundled neatly with a bow in service. But the eyes that lifted from their gaze of her shoes, even with the timid lip biting, dashed the feeling away as so many bits of broken glass from fine crystal hurled against the hearth. This one had a spirit and a level head on her shoulders; so far. But that would only make the victory all the sweeter in the end; if one existed. Inwardly he frowned at himself and his own doubt welling up. Sirayn seemed to do this on a daily basis; with the ease of breathing. What did it feel so damn hard to accomplish this simple little task. But that was just it. It had started as a simple little task and had ballooned into a conquest of sorts. There had been a time he could have slipped from this path with hardly an alarm; only that time was well past him. Now he was not entirely sure he sought completion for itâ€™s original goal or to prove to himself, to Sirayn, that he could do it; That he could beat this agitating little girl.

â€œI guess it would feel like being cast out by the people you love most.â€ Her words were soft; almost with an innocent curiousness to them. But she could not have cut him deeper and more direct then if she had held a blade of steel. A blood red rose opening in beauty and delivering nothing but loss and pain in itâ€™s fragrance. He knew all to well the pain that came from being cast out. The overwhelming loss at being separated from that love; knowing that while she still breathes you might never be near her again. A separation only made all the more permanent with death. This was the reason they were here now; his loss. Anger, blind rage, surged up from deep with in. Somehow this simple child had found the one thing to hurt him with the most and casually threw it in his face. Years of meditation and ingrained training were the only things that helped keep any of it from touching his face. Tension in his shoulders, the knotted muscles, were hidden from view under the cloak and fingers that had taken to clenching white with the strain were in front of him and safe from view. All signs he needed to work further on his control; any of which had she seen would have been a good as telling her where to strike him the hardest.

He almost wanted to laugh at the way she stressed Tower Guards in her line of protecting family; instead nodded in affirmation. This one is more slippery then a fresh eel, humorous thought helping to remove a wisp of the tension knotting his back. He turned back along the alleyway keeping a slow and comfortable pace with her at his side. â€œNo reason really, just pondering.â€ The innocent look she wore was almost perfect in everyway. Only it did not match the viper of earlier nor the skill at which she played out this game; other then to prove she was good indeed and cautious steps were called for. Had he not had the training he received from Sirayn he was sure this Novice would have been leading him around by the nose already. Keeping her at his side worked at keeping her from fully studying his face directly. But it also did the same against him. â€œAs I am sure you are aware there is a great degree of politics in the Tower. It seems to be a game they thrive on. I myself am a simple man and rely on the more black and white of situations. The ever changing tides of grey I leave to those more qualified.â€

They emerged once more from an alleyway and this time turned down the cobbled street away from the wall. â€œItâ€™s okay, a brief stop to refresh those herbs for the yellow.â€ He turned to smile warmly at her, â€œwouldnâ€™t want her more upset then she is now would we.â€ he collected her hand gentle, but with firm enough authority to keep it there should she think otherwise, and placed it on his forearm; interlocking their arms before leading her into a small shop. He could feel the sudden tension in her delicate muscles under his touch. Once inside he release her hand immediately and motioned for the store owner, a tall willow of a man, from behind a writing desk. â€œCan you please assist this young lady with replacing these herbs for I fear they will be of little use by our return.â€ After only a moments glance he hustled Faile over to a series of garden boxes through a side door; tisking about the loss of such fine herbs. They were not gone long before they returned back into the store; offering a yellow carnation to Faile as Corin covered the manâ€™s time and product. Collecting her hand once more in similar fashion he escorted her out the door and across the street to another alley where he once again released his grip.

â€œEven before we reach the goal of our training it seems many ideaâ€™s and perceived loyalties have been formed about us and who we will become. Wouldnâ€™t you agree?â€ He glanced over with a relaxed expression briefly before continuing; but his focus was on the girl in the corner of his eye. Never really looking at her but taking in any changes or reactions his peripheral vision brought him. â€œIt seems nothing is done in Tower or town that is not seen and reported to someone. Take us for example â€¦â€ he let a slight pause draw out briefly to add thoughts to his last words. â€œBy now several reports Iâ€™m sure have been sent through certain channels to sister in the Tower. By our return or the morn many judgments and new perceptions will have been formed. Always trying to pigeon hole each report and situation to an action. Truth; backed truth can of course correct misconception. But if not fully backed it can cement that misconception to a point nothing will correct it.â€ He continued to study his adversary from the corners of his eyes.

Adversary, when did an innocent child become and adversary Corin? The question in his mind was cold truth. Somewhere since there meeting; desire for Siraynâ€™s safety had changed the game he played. This Faile and her skills, greater then an ordinary novice should hold, had set the pace. Now it was a match more of players in the Great Game then it was a simple entrapment of a novice for a task. In a way she had taken his need to protect Sirayn and added a second mission to this night. To prove to Sirayn he could sit at the table of Daes Daeâ€™mar and be an asset for her. He was by far not the caliber of his teacher; but surely enough for her to use. Deciding that the silence had stretch long enough for her to have thought on his latest words it was time to add more teeth to the trap; sweeten the bait. â€œReports often change in the retelling; grander, additions of minute proportion to make the tidbit seem better to the pallet.â€ His hand tapped at his chin idly, â€œI wonder what conclusion could be made from this trip. A visit to an Inn; man and women. They emerge and she looks less disheveled and he is smiling. I wonder what they are hiding; what could happen in an Inn? Arm in arm into a flower shop for herbs. Odd for a guard and novice really â€¦. Unless one takes into consideration they are a man and women â€¦. Oh and lets not forget the Inn earlier. Little bits here and there; nothing concrete in purpose or happening. Only questions and speculation. Interesting donâ€™t you think?â€

August 13, 2006

A wildcat lying in wait. Yes. That was what Corin reminded her strongly of, Faile realized again as she was forced to answer to his questions, feeling once more like her very moves, every twitch or strained muscle of her boy was being watched by those cool measuring eyes. Cold, emotionless eyes of a predator slowly cornering his prey by making it drop its guard or think itself safe before snapping his trap, before drawing his net around it mercilessly, only in pursuit of his own gain in the matter. That very phenomenom she seemed to just witness while trying her best to deal with the slings and trapdoors Corin had obviously laid out for her, just waiting for a missplaced step or an unwary moment to spring the trap, to inevitably take hold of her.

The most disconcerting and simultaneously the most frustrating thing making utter anger well up inside her, was though that she knew that she was completely at his whim, that there was no other possibility than playing along, succumb to his tricks. Oh glad are those that are priviledged enough to be left a choice, the saying rushed through her mind, making her clench her teeth facing the hopelessness of her position.

â€œI wonder what conclusion could be made from this trip.â€œ Pure rage boiled inside her again, threatening to overwhelm her, to let her drop the bit of dignity and calmness she had been able to maintain despite CorinÂ´s words hitting her like a bolt of lightning, leaving only scraps of what he had said to her, this smooth, almost mockingly soothing voice not even hnting at the malicious intent that lay behind those words. Faile wanted to scream at herself, tear at her hair and slap herself tenfold for the fool she was, the way she had allowed this man to lure here into a trap she knew there was no way out. Not like that. Worst of all, it had all been her own fault, her own cursed lack of orientation and having allowed herself to be impressed and led along by this manÂ´s, this strangerÂ´s â€œkind offerâ€ to bring her back to the White Tower, falsely pretending wanting to keep her out of trouble, whereas his true intentions revealed made it more than obvious that he just meant to do exactly the opposite.

Little bits here and there; nothing concrete in purpose or happening. Only questions and speculation. Interesting donâ€™t you think?â€ Interesting indeed, Faile thought in some way even amazed at the delicate construction, the infallable method Corin had used to make sure he got her just where he wanted her to be. With considerable interest, as though her mind was suddenly detached from her body, Faile looked down at the intricate maze, the web this man claiming to be a simple Tower Guard had just spun. Much more like a large spider lying in wait for a feeble and unsuspecting fly to be caught in her net. Yet had she really been that unsuspecting and predictable? Had he really planned all of this to the end?

But had there not been a moment when this stern, self-confident shell had suffered some cracks? Some of those nearly deep enough to shatter the firmness and determination of his certainty that he could lure her, use her in whatever way pleased him? Had there not been something she had said in response to his earlier question, that had in some way made him drop that mask of cool uncaringness, unrevealing eyes suddenly becoming mirrors, keyholes to take a glimpse at a soul full of loss and despair? HadnÂ´t she found a weak point, a crack in the placid faÃ§ade when she had pointed out that being cast out by those you loved was the worst torment that could happen to you, cutting deep to the bone? Yes, that had been the very point of time when his stark composure had been shattered and something of what she thought was the true man beyond all this calculation and analyse.

In fact, Faile almost came close to feeling pity and something that was very nearly empathy for the man, obviously a lost soul seeking for a letout, a harbor, something to cling to, to pin his last hopes upon? She didnÂ´t know. And apart from that she didnÂ´t want to know. Almost. Almost but not entirely she knew she was about to give in to him again, already somewhat doubting how genuine what she had seen flashing in his eyes almost unable to be recognized and only for the briefest of all moments. This was a trained man, she knew. A Tower-trained man, taught to conceal his true emotions and intentions by second nature. Still it had been there and although she barely despised herself for thinking let alone acting that way, Faile knew that it was that very feeble glimpse at his one weakness that she was about to use.

If he had thought he could manipulate her that easily, using her for whatever might be his purpose, his personal goal, he was clearly mistaken as she would soon show him no matter what. Sudden anger flaring inside her again, as his words, so softly spoken, in such a warm, almost fatherly tone that it was the worst kind of mockery she had ever been exposed to, Faile restrained from shaking her head violently, shakin off the images popping up inside of her mind. Him laying his hand on her arm, leading her along into the inn first to â€œhelpâ€ her clean herself to regain an acceptable appearance and later guiding her to the herbs shop for her to replace the already dry and nearly useless herbs in her basket. Everythiing just to help her out of yet another inevitable visit to FaerzyneÂ´s study. Self-sacrificing without regarding the loss of time he suffered himself out of this. Of course that had made her suspicious, she wasnâ€™t as naÃ¯ve as many might think her after all, yet even after the first word they had exchanged, after herself being foolishly enough to nearly run into him, her chance of escape had eluded her.

Faile knew she was just where he wanted to have her, where he skillfully had maneuvered her like a lifeless object without her own will, her own mind having betrayed her in this, only having opened the trap wider to run into it hadfirst and blindly. Now the door was almost closed, iron bars blocking her way outside. But still she could see trough the iron keeping her from running away, still her eyes could see light outside and with it hope. The last hope of someone who was well aware of merely being used, used like an instrument, like a figure in what she had read about was called the Great Game of Houses. Was that what he was doing to her? Using her to gain some personal advantage or something else that he would keep unrevealed to anyone but himself.

â€œWhat do you want from me, Corin Danveer?â€, her question was as flat and unemotional as his statement had been before, even though she had to use all her concentration on those simple exercises ever new initiate to the White Tower was shown. â€œWhy do you use all those petty schemes to corner one simple Novice? What is it that you want? Honor? Appreciation? Glory? Or just someone who is willing to love such a cold calculating soul as you are? A lost soul if you ask me. Even a â€œChild of the White Towerâ€ like me canÂ´t but see how you reduce yoursel on such crude ways to get what you want. IÂ´m really sorry for you, Corin. IÂ´m sorry.â€

Raising her head to match his stare, Faile was well aware of exactly how much the time she had spent in the White Tower had changed the formerly little farmgirl, who was notorious for her temper and quick words, yet had more often been spanked for them than praised. The same quick tongue that had earned her more than one visit to the Mistress of NovicesÂ´ study though had taken over her once again and even though she already felt guilty speaking her thoughts aloud, she knew she would use any chance sheÂ´d be offered to evade that deftly outlaid net, drawing tighter around her. She was desperate, yet she was aware of him sharing her desperation. Something both of them would use. Playind the Great Game maybe, yet this wasnÂ´t about noblesÂ´ plots, but about two individuals trying to prevail over each other. Or were they just trying to prevail over themselves?

tismeb4u · August 25, 2006

â€œWhat do you want from me, Corin Danveer?â€ For the first time since their meeting began, found himself against a harder nut to crack then he had expected, Corin felt a brief yet welcome wave of relief. If the reprieve was only brief it was greatly welcome; the words from her lips a small success and the opening of a door. She had been far more trouble and challenge then he pegged her to be at first glance; a lesson he would not forget. But she was far from in his pocket yet; to much fire flashed in those eyes. He would have to still tread lightly until the shackles were firmly closed around her. Faileâ€™s next words proved that as inside a rage began to boil; the desire to beat this snotty brat back down into a proper respect for authority grew. Meditation exercise from the voidâ€™s study and his chosen path helped him keep the emotion bottled inside; slid away from thought and focus like water over glass. You will go far little one once you reach the shawl. But until then you will be mine and I will ensure you are repaid for that remark. There was little doubt in his mind that she would become Aes Sedai in the future. A useful tool for Sirayn if her independent spirit can be properly broken and she was brought to heel.

The skitter of small rubbish moving to the guiding hand of a light breeze was the only sound; the only movement around them as time stretched out. Both held eyes lock as if trying to find a fissure in the other to exploit. If she had know the ease in a strike to his heart and the situation surrounding itâ€™s tender and battered surface she would have been free long ago. But to that Corin had been sure to build very thick walls around. If she believed it for glory, appreciation, of honor all the better. It would help keep her from the truth a place Corin would allow no one to find. His eyes flashed fiery for the space of a heartbeat before he could school them back to emotionless mirrors at her sarcastic apology. â€œIt is not what I want of you little one,â€ he spun on heel and continued up the alleyway toward an opening leaving his back to her as he sought his next volley.

Arriving just short of the pool of light spilling into the alley from the street beyond he stopped and faced her once more. A tall building to one side keep their view of the surround masked and cast a deep shadow over the area they now stood. â€œThe question you should ask is what do they want of you.â€ He sat wrapped deep in the void now; cold empty eyes regarded her. â€œMany things happen in this world for reasons best left to those that have a direct hand in there purpose. Iâ€™m sure even a simple novice girl like your self can see that larger games are being played out before us and to that end the sisters and the Dragon must reach Tarmon Gaiâ€™don if there is to be any hope. You have an opportunity to help keep the balance.â€ He folded his arms across his chest and felt the reassuring pressure of the letter in his pocket. The safety net he truly did not wish to have to use. â€œThough if you are foolish enough to believe it is I that truly want something from you then I do not understand what they see in you. Consider me a â€¦ handler of sorts. In the end we all serve for the same reason; the journey we take is all that differentiate us one from another.â€

His hand rose to stroke his chin as he looked almost down on her; if studying her worth for a part in the elaborate story he was spinning out before her. â€œThose truly dedicated to the Creator and the vanquish of darkness back behind the seals are needed. Someone believes you to be one of these people. Are you? Could you be trusted with the lives of others?â€

September 7, 2006

â€œIt is not what I want of you little one.â€

For an instance something seemed to flicker in CorinÂ´s eyes, seemed to shatter the emotionless shell under which he seemed to hide whatever he intended with this folley, this line of tricks to make her dependent on him, dependent on him keeping silent about what he had just threatened her with blurting out bluntly. Fury began to boil up inside her again when Faile recalled the expression on his face, as cold and unrevealing as it was right now, but even more so his tone, the tone of someone who just knew he was on the winning side, the warrior triumphing on the foe lying on the ground defenseless, chest bare, prone to the final fatal strike. ThatÂ´s how she felt, Faile realized and that realization only fuelled her anger, ready to overflow on this example of pure impudence. She hated nothing as much as dependence, as being at anotherÂ´s whim, being vulnerable. And that she was. Everyone knew about the strictness of rules in the White Tower and nothing was as strict and as severely punished as contact between Novices and Warders, no matter what. That she knew and already had experienced in a way that was still much too vivid in her mind to be neglected. Those two nights, two meetings with Danian had been worth the harsh punishment the Mistress of Novices had held in store for her. Every second of it had been worth it, let alone hat Faile had been much more worried about what was happening to Danian than she was concerned about her own fate. Stiffling a sigh, Faile jerked her mind off the thoughts of the man she had fallen in love with so abruptly and involuntarily, yet with a fervent vigor that she hadnÂ´t found herself able to still. In the end the rules of the Tower and the Yard had it stilled, denying any possibility of contact, only the very rarest occasions serving them for a sneaking meeting, a swift kiss and rashly murmured words of love and longing. And yet that was what they were reduced to. Love but longing as well, longing that sometimes seemed to never end, filling her very thoughts. And yet there was love. There was meaning.

This here was meaningless though. Only due to something of CorinÂ´s own purpose whatever it was, Faile now found himself in a position that too much resembled a dead end than could have suited here. She hated being dragged into things in which she suddenly found herself out of control, had to rely on someone else. She had grown up and become what she was by having been taught that everything she had, she would have to work for, work hard and show responsibility. After all that was how she had spent her time in the White Tower now, trying everything she could to push herself a little way further to the shawl of the Blue Ajah, she aspired to. And now this man came, thinking he could patronize her into something, something she didnÂ´t even know what it was. Not trying to conceal her rage anymore, FaileÂ´s face was set, in an attempt to copy Aes Sedai-calmness, a state of appearance she hoped to be able to really master some day. An appearance of calmness and composure that didnÂ´t touch her eyes though, ablaze with silent contempt and disdain when the man in front of her finally opened his mouth again after having dragged her halfway through Tar Valon without any faintest sound coming over his lips.

â€œThe question you should ask is what do they want of you. Many things happen in this world for reasons best left to those that have a direct hand in there purpose. Iâ€™m sure even a simple novice girl like your self can see that larger games are being played out before us and to that end the sisters and the Dragon must reach Tarmon Gaiâ€™don if there is to be any hope. You have an opportunity to help keep the balance.â€

He folded his arms across his chest and resumed his more than arrogant pose, looking her up and down, looking into her very self with that analytic gaze of his uncaring eyes. Eyes without pity, eyes of a predator lying in wait for his prey and not letting it out of his clenched jaw, no matter how much it thrashed and screamed in its battle against death. And yet his words stirred something inside her, let that uncontrollable fury fade in a way as Faile fel there was something beyond what he was telling her. Something that maybe, only maybe wasnÂ´t only motivated by wanting to make her serve his own purposes. Maybe there was something else and whatever it was, she intended to find it out.

â€œThough if you are foolish enough to believe it is I that truly want something from you then I do not understand what they see in you. Consider me a â€¦ handler of sorts. In the end we all serve for the same reason; the journey we take is all that differentiate us one from another.â€

Faile blinked. Where was he going with this? A lecture about the Last Battle and the purpose of the White Tower, of the fate she knew they all were exposed to. The Wheel weaves as it wills, was the saying indeed and she knew which role she wanted to play, to serve the Creator, the cause of the White Tower to contribute her very own part to the battle of the Light against the Dark One. But what in the name of the Light was Corin up to with pointing her on the subject of Tarmon GaiÂ´don? What? Waiting for an answer, tense as a bowstring and somewhat surprised that she wasnÂ´t clenching her fists at her sides or biting her lower lip as was a habit of hers when she was nervous or impatient, what he next said only increased her own confusion, his look, in a way testing if she was fitting or apt for something, an even worse form of his penetrating stare from before only adding to that.

â€œThose truly dedicated to the Creator and the vanquish of darkness back behind the seals are needed. Someone believes you to be one of these people. Are you? Could you be trusted with the lives of others?â€

Faile shook her head, unable to stand still and unmoving at what he was telling her, at the story, elaborate yet full of confusion that he was laying out in front of her. Could she be trusted with the life of others? Light! Faile had never thought that intensely about it, but she knew, with a clarity that she hadnÂ´t been aware of before, that there were indeed people she would die for. Her family. Her friends. Danian. Oh yes, how gladly she would give her life for him, without a second thought she would. But was this really what he was up to or was this just another twist in the web he was entangling her into? Where was he aiming at with this?

â€œI know very well what kind of dedication, devotion youÂ´re speaking of, Corin Danveerâ€, Faile said, almost pensive, sternness returning into her voice and expression. Somehow she felt, was convinced, that it was important that he didnÂ´t think of her speaking those words lightheartedly, out of a childÂ´s mind he still seemed to consider her as. â€œI might not have spent as much time in the White Tower as youâ€, she continued, deliberately choosing her words, â€œI might still be considered a child by many indeed, but one thing IÂ´m sure of. IÂ´ve come to the Tower to learn. To learn how to control Saidar and how to fight. In which way ever I want to contribute my part to the Last Battle, which way ever the Wheel may choose for my thread to be woven into the Pattern.â€ Faintly she was aware of the big words she was making and yet, looking at the Tower Guard, returning the severity he was showing, Faile knew that she meant every single syllable of what she told him. More than anything before. â€œI want to serve the Light, to devote myself to the cause and protect life, yes. IÂ´ll do my best to be apt to that task and live up to the standards put on me. I donÂ´t know how good I will be or if I will ever be good enough, but I will give my best.â€ Pausing, Faile hadnÂ´t once dropped her eyes, still holding CorinÂ´s intense emerald gaze. â€œIs that enough for you? Is that what you wanted to hear?â€

tismeb4u · October 6, 2006

A curl touched at the very corners of his mouth as she spoke, as if a smirk tried to make itself known on his face. But did not fully materialize as his piercing gaze tried to read her very soul again through the windows of her eyes. This one would be a great asset if he could ever trust her. Trust, a word with more facets then a diamond, each edge a sharp sword ready to rent flesh from bone. Indeed it was trust that had put him on this course and now trust again showed it's mocking face as he pondered the next step. She would fit the part nicely; had the determination and backbone to see her true cause remain buried from those not part of this plan. But he would need to get certain assurances before she could fully be trusted and a little further misdirection might give him the opening he needed to seal those guarantees. How far will you really trust her? There had been a time when trust came easy to him; before the schooling and other matters involving Sirayn had carefully removed that carefree innocence. Now misdirection and Daes Dae'mar were his chosen path since before even reaching the cloak. He had begun to find a comforting feeling in it's play and purpose as his knowledge and strength increased. A comfort that on a deeper level disturbed him slightly.

Faile, unwittingly, was presenting him with yet another opportunity to see how well he was learning his trade and he took full advantage of it. "So little one, you are indeed right about at least one thing. You are certainly still a child in this tower." His voice was flat and authoritative; holding her gaze a little longer and relishing in the look that flashed across her eyes. The time had come to see what change in the dance he could again offer to keep her off balance. His hand dropped back from his chin to rest on the pommel of his sword; his voice taking on more of a lecturing tone. "It seems you have talked yourself in and out of a decision several times.â€ Carefully he lifter a brow a fraction in a manner similar to a certain slate eyed sister; â€œWhy do you resist the need and goal of the Tower for your own personal gain? We come to bind our lives to the Tower and serve the needs of the light and the people.â€ Corin decided the time was right to make use of some of the slips she had left open to him and honed his words to their purpose; accusation a subtle edge in his voice. â€œBut you from your own mouth convict yourself of a lesser desire. A desire of the self; to fight which ever way YOU want." he emphasized her individuality in the decision and continued on when she appeared to attempt to clarify or protest his findings.

"Yet in the same breath you offer your self to the patterns will and accept it's fate and need of you in the worlds battle. Indeed you have much yet to learn young Faile al'Rahien; much to learn in what you seek in life.â€ He shook his head slightly and glanced her over with a measuring gaze; flat cool separation once more in his voice. â€œWe must have clarity to an exact, something I continue to wonder if you process. There is a battle coming; a battle that will need leaders and followers. Which are you Faile? You seem to be confused on your future desires. Tell me little one," his hand swept across in front of him in an open gesture. "Will you be a leader or a simple pawn in another's game when the time is before you?" The look and flashes of raw emotion that flicked across her face gave him a slight indication into were her words may go. She had much still to learn in this dance but already she was far more then he had though her capable of. Indeed, if he could secure her to the purpose then he might finally find a slim crack of light. Light he desperately needed in the darkness that held him since Sirayn had sent him from her.

But first he had to finish the business at hand and that was where his focus must lie now. Centering thought on the snares and trip lines he had placed for her he swept all other distractions back into the corners of his mind. Focus was the key to success in this. In the actions and words of a Novice; hope he wanted to place in her but could not afford it's knowledge to be known. A test would be the next step; or at least she must believe it so to set the hook firmly in place. A little more rope Corin, just a little more rope and you can pull the threads tight. She did not strike him as the type that would readily accept the position of a pawn, only her words and actions would truly answer that.

October 24, 2006

~Faile~

â€œWe must have clarity to an exact, something I continue to wonder if you process. There is a battle coming; a battle that will need leaders and followers. Which are you Faile? You seem to be confused on your future desires. Tell me little one," his hand swept across in front of him in an open gesture. "Will you be a leader or a simple pawn in another's game when the time is before you?"

Dark eyes glowing like fiery embers gazed at the Tower Guard standing in one of the smaller streets of Tar Valon, seemingly being the perfect image of composure and confidence. His entire demeanour didnÂ´t hint that he regarded himself as superior at all. It actually screamed it at her, proclaiming her not â€œa simple pawn in another oneÂ´s gameâ€, but a pawn in very game.

Daes DaeÂ´mar. She didnÂ´t realize where the word had come from that suddenly shot through her head as she looked at the cool, apparently unruffled gaze Corin watched her with, observed every single motion of her, intent like a player at stones would watch his opponent, always ready for the next strike, yet already planning on his own move after the other oneÂ´s turn, already foreseeing her own next move.

But Faile was all but predictable. And she wouldnÂ´t allow anyone to make her his pawn, no matter who and least of all this man who thought he could use her like that for whatever purpose he had in mind. In fact the fact that she still was at his whim, literally in a dead end after all, didnÂ´t make it better though, but infuriated her even more. She wouldnÂ´t let anyone control her, wouldnÂ´t be made dependent on anyone and him now using her sense of vocation for the White Tower and the cause of the Light she hoped to serve one day as every novice like her secretly hoped was pure blackmail and apt to make her fit into his own plan, whatever those were.

But did she want to know after all? Had he already dragged her in so deep that she couldnÂ´t get out again? For a moment Faile felt an odd sensation of sympathy with a spiderÂ´s prey, bound and unable to move in the tightly spun web, helplessly awaiting her inevitable fate. She wouldnÂ´t wait for it though, wouldnÂ´t let him corner her. She wouldnÂ´t be blindfolded by his seemingly superior behavior even though she seemed to be in a helpless situation. Even if it was nothing but childish defiance she wouldnÂ´t allow him to play with her like that. Apparently a novice like her wasnÂ´t the only one who still had to learn a lot, most of all how to deal with people. She wasnÂ´t as dumb and innocent as she seemed and he had better notice that much, she thought before she spoke next, standing still and outwardly calm, matching his cool-eyed stare with a gaze that almost didnÂ´t reveal anything of what was going on behind those girlish big brown eyes. Almost.

â€œSurely IÂ´m not up to let myself be written into another oneÂ´s game, Corin Danveerâ€, she retorted matter of factly, still keeping up her outer innocent appearance, even though she was fuming inside at his impertinence. â€œAs you truthfully point out, there is a battle before us all and we have to find out place, yet which place that will be, if we will be the ones who will guide the sword or be struck by it can only be known and decided by the Wheel of Time as IÂ´m sure even you will know, Corin Danveer.â€ She emphasized his name almost as if it was a curse, yet not openly insulting, building an appropriate measure of distance between them. â€œI will do as the cause commits me to do, to serve the Light and the White Tower, yet the way I will become a worthy servant of the Light will be my own to find. DonÂ´t you agree? IsnÂ´t that what the Yard teaches you as well? The cause may be the same, yet the paths you must go to find your place can be very different Corin Danveer.â€

OOC: Late, but I hope thatÂ´s what you need to make me your pawn, mentor mine ;)

tismeb4u · November 4, 2006

A dangerous light flashed in Faile's chestnut brown eyes; danced along it's surface as a slight indication to the fury that seethed within. Good little one, Good. Independence, strength, and a touch of cleverness, her eyes changing to try and mask her inner thought. She would fit well into his needs if her lines of loyalties stood. That was the problem; how far could you trust lines built on such outward coercion and force. His plan, like the one involving the cabin, had turned into a mess. However this time he still held the upper hand, but his hopes for her quiet and simple submission had long since flittered away. He still had her and would hold that leash tight. But the other end did not hold a humbly submissive servant, instead a women looking for the first opportunity to bite at the hand that held it. He would have to be careful with this one for a while yet; if not forever.

Her emphasis on words; bitten edges as she spoke his name added to the picture of a desperate animal trapped and fighting for there very existence. It was a shame she saw it that way, but he needed someone inside, someone deep that could watch, without knowing, the most precious treasure this age held. Inside the grin that wanted to set to his face beamed like the sun as she fought to position herself with an out. â€œThe yard teaches us how to be a precise and perfect tool for the correct hand to use when the time is right. You still see a great deal of independence?â€ He tsk'd softly as he shook his head, â€œI though perhaps you had already realized it's mirage. Independence is the smoke and mirrors that all the word sees us by. Our independence is surrendered willingly to the light and the wheel's purpose. Did you not say as much? We are granted certain freedoms within certain boundaries but do not mistake that for freedom of choice or path. In time you will come to see that more, for now I can help you with the little misunderstanding issue you have from your trip to town.â€ the minor inflection changes left little doubt as to what understandings he was referring to.

His eyes sparkled as he watched the slow glow of fury relight in Faile's eyes at his words; the subtle tones. â€œIf you would prefer I can put in a word to Faerzyne Sedai for you but I think that would probably only make things harder on you.â€ He could not stop the slight curl that touch his lips at the corners of his mouth. He now had a way to see what was going on were he could not go and sealed it with a serving of cold hard punishable reality. Reaching into an outside pocket on his tunic he passed a piece of parchment to her. â€œThere is a list of four individuals they would like you to watch for the next while. You will report to me via word or missive anything of significance and I will relay it to them.â€ His hand moved to caress the sword hilt at his side, â€œconsider this an entry test and a chance to prove whether you server the light or the shadow. But know this, any implication to me or those I report to will be void of proof and most certainly repaid in,â€ his voice dropped slightly lower and softer. His eyes for the first time showed a dangerous edge and added weight to his words, â€œshall we say harsh or even extreme measures.â€ He held her focus for several heartbeats in silence before his features softened once more.

â€œNow come it's about time you were back in the tower don't you think?â€ With out waiting for her to answer or protest he stepped out of the shadows and slipped from the alley. As she stepped out he collected her arm. She still seemed somewhat confused or in shocked fury, and directed her toward the open gate in front of them. â€œSeems I found a stray in town,â€ he noted to one of the guards as they passed by and into the yards. â€œI wonder if the Mistress of Novices knows she was running about alone.â€ With a large smile he had added another seal to her fate and solidified before witnesses a collaborating story. â€œDo be a good girl won't you.â€ he whispered to her ear alone as they continued across the yard toward the tower.

January 4, 2007

~Faile~

So that was it that he wanted from her. So desperately that he, a Tower Guard, would seize every opportunity that he would get. Seize it or induce it, it didn´t matter much for her as she faced him, her eyes still meeting his. A golden, brown fire burning inside her silently, only waiting for the next breakout, given its chance, meeting the cold, unmoving emerald gaze of Corin Danveer. The Light burn her if she would look away or allow herself to seize her opportunity to let the fire loose that was burning inside her, constantly kindled much less by his words than by his very attitude, a man knowing he was superior and had her by the hem of her dress. And yet there was no denial that just this was the case. He had her and there was no way to evade him like that. Maybe there had never been one, gullible as she had been, letting herself be trapped in such an obvious way. Light burn her indeed for a stupid witless child!

A spy, that´s what he wanted her to be. An Eye and an Ear for his own personal profit, whatever that might be. She had heard of people having their personal "networks" inside the White Tower, nothing innovative nor uncommon in an institution breeding experts in the scheming of the Great Game and yet she had never heard of a Tower Guard, trying daring, to take up something like that, let alone on four people at once! Immediately she wondered who those could be only to dismiss the thought at once, angry about her own curiosity. If Corin wanted to get himself into that, he could do so and Faile would see him fall gladly, only she knew that it wouldn´t be likely him who would fall and being aware of him knowing that just as well made new anger well up inside her.

But what other choice did she have? Do what he said or be exposed to his abominable lies. And who would they believe in more? A stray novice, still a child in the affairs of the White Tower or a Tower Guard, possessing an experience and skill in Daes´Demar acquired in years of learning, training and pushing himself further and further? No, she knew she didn´t have the slightest choice. She would do what he said. Her eyes suddenly were cold and unrevealing as she looked at him. Aes Sedai calmness. The calmness of thoughtfulness. He thought he had her at his whim? May he be free to do so, think that it was him who held the reins only to the moment when she would take over and show him how tame she really was. The weakest ties were those wrought by force. She was no fool and neither was he. It would be an exciting race to gain the upper hand, but a race it would be and she would make sure that Corin Danveer would have to run as well.

There is always a sore point. A weak point. Even a Tower Guard like him is vulnerable. Now to find it. And I will, be sure..., she thought, trotting past him as she said aloud. "Thank you for helping me out, Corin Danveer. I hope to see you again soon." A small smile playing on her face that didn´t touch her eyes though. He would see her again. Let him think he held the puppet strings. A game was always played by two.

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