Run Deneira... Run (WS 3-4) (attn: Sirayn)

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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 7:29 pm Post subject: Run Deneira..Run

 

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Liitha brushed down Yaz and looked at the sunrise, then walked up to the yard runing a couple extra laps while waiting on her mentee. She had an asignment for her today in order to train both mind and body. Hopefully let the girl gain some knowledge, and at least keep her occupied for the day, Liitha was conserned by some of the things reaching her ears.

 

She stoped and started streaching as the yard started filling up, Deneira should be here soon enough. Taking out a wet stone Liitha started going over her katanas, slow movements as she sharpened the thin eges of her weapons. Then she heard footsteps aproaching and looked up.

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Waking up, Dene shook her head, the morning sun flowing in thru the window. Sitting up, she brushed back her hair, and climbed out of bed. Looking beside her at another body, she shook her head, searching the floor for her clothes. What was I thinking? she thought. The boy shuffled on his bed, not even waking, as she bent down and kissed his cheek. I hope he doesn’t remember my name.

 

Pulling on her breeches, t-shirt, and boots, with her undergarments and scimitar in hand, she snuck out into the hallway, and ran back into her room. Her muscles ached, and her head hurt. How much ale was it again? Shaking her head again, she brushed back her hair from her face and ran into her room. Dropping her clothes to the floor, she splashed cold water on her face before finding a new outfit. Pulling on her clothes, she laid down on her bed, sighing.

 

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, trying to get rid of her hangover. Honestly, it wasn’t smart to go out drinking the night before she was supposed to have a hard training day. Her eyes shut as she clenched her stomach. RING She moaned out, her eyes clenched. Why did the bell have to ring now?

 

Climbing out of bed, she strapped on her weapon around her waist, and braided back her hair before pinning it on the back of her head. Walking from her room, she ignored the stares as she walked down the halls, knowing that they had more than likely seen something happen. She had been very drunk- that was certain.

 

Ignoring breakfast, she headed out to the yard, looking around. She didn’t see Liitha yet, so she started running at a steady jog. After a few laps around the yard, she ran into the woods, her hair falling down from the braid. It flowed behind her as she stopped running for training, and started running just to run. Her legs began to feel free, and her hair and arms made her feel like she flew.

 

Running faster and faster, she stopped, falling onto the ground, staring at the sky. She didn’t dare move, just look up. The sun was rising higher, and soon she would be needed in the Yard. Standing up, her sweat-soaked body began walking back to the yard. Seeing Liitha turn to look at her, Dene bowed quickly before continuing her walk. Taking one of the two water jugs on the ground that had been set out by Liitha, she took a small sip, sloshed it around her mouth, then spit it out.

 

Wiping the sweat off her face, she put her hands on her knees and caught her breath. “You said we would be training mind and body today. Lets get started.â€

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Liitha watched her mentee as she picked up a water botle and sloshed some water around in her mouth before spiting it out. The girl had been runing but none the less the signs of a nigth out on the town where on her. “You said we would be training mind and body today. Lets get started.â€

 

Liitha nodded, "yes, and its good to see you warmed up just hope you can keep the spirit through the day" she smiled, "you should think more through your preparations...now you are gonna get me something before the sun set...however what it is you need to figure out yourself, i will give you a lead and warn you that there will be no time to dally if you are to make it...if you dont then you will have to start over each day till you do make it.."

 

Liitha handed her mentee a litle note

 

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The next clue will be in a book about the place some of my roots come from, its a lost place who fougth the same cause in many ways that we do today. The golden bird was the protector of the 7 structures that named this place

 

 

Liitha had hid the next clue in the libary, unfortunatly for her trainee there was several books about the place Liithas father hailed from and as well she had made sure to stick the note properly into the book so that it wouldnt fall out just by fliping or shaking the book. She figured it would take her a couple hours.

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Glancing back at her mentor, Liitha nodded, saying, “Yes, and its good to see you warmed up just hope you can keep the spirit through the day." A puzzled look going across her face, she was given a smile from her mentor. "You should think more through your preparations...now you are gonna get me something before the sun set...however what it is you need to figure out yourself, i will give you a lead and warn you that there will be no time to dally if you are to make it...if you dont then you will have to start over each day till you do make it.."

 

Glancing at the notes, she stared in wonder, completely lost at what was going on. Ok, so, this clue was in a book. Taking a glance at her mentor, she set off at full pace. Running through the tower, she looked around, a little lost, even asking a few girls where the library was. After a few giggles and someone pointing it out, Dene continued, running into the library.

 

Looking around, she realised she knew nothing about her mentor. Her only idea was that it was about a lost nation with a golden bird. Asking a brown for help, she was pointed to a back aisle. After opening a few books, she spotted something about a lost nation... Malkier.

 

Perhaps that was where her family was from... Dene had heard of it. Moving along the shelves, she spotted a book about the Malkier’s last battle. Picking it up, searching for clues, she found a card inside. Opening up, she found the next clue.

 

OOC: which is...

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To the west where you can buy remedy for the after effects of last nite, over a river, once burned by the spawn of the dark one, then sacked by a predator bird, looted over the century long war and then burned again by the peoples of the waste. But still standing, here will you find the next clue in the place the remedy can be bougth.

 

 

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Muttering curses, Deneira read over the clue again. Blinking a few moments, she turned and ran from the library. She had to go to some bloody herb shop. How many of those were to the west of Tar Valon? this was going to take all day. Well, might as well go ask a yellow.

 

Heading over to the infirmary, a yellow sister immediatly ushered her in and began looking over her for a wound. After explaining the situation, she finally got an answer- Darein. It was some town, just west of Tar Valon. There was an apothecary shop in town, the only one, that sold an herbal drink that would cure the worst hangover.

 

Rushing to the Warders Yard, she began to worry about not making it on time. At least she would know where all of the clues would be, so she wouldnt have to worry about keeping haviong to figure out the clues.

 

Heading into the stables, she borrowed a horse from the stable hand, and rushed out of the city. Heading out west, she rode thru woods for a few minutes before coming to a town. Looking around, she saw a sign that said, Darein Apothecary.

 

Heading inside, she looked around, and saw a woman with a yellow shawl on, an Aes Sedai ring, and the ageless look. Walking up to her, her mouth opened, the woman silenced her. "Deneira?"

 

She nodded, and was handed a bottle and a note. "Drink this... you should not have gone out last night." Drinking it quickly, she then opened the note, shuddering at the horrid taste. After a few minutes, her head ache went away, and she read the next clue.

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Liitha had followed her student from the thieves highway, out of sigth out of mind and most didnt think on looking to the shadows of the rooftops, besides she knew how to stay out of view.

 

Her student would now have rescived the next clue.

 

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It is fluid and not static, from this both the defination of the lady you seek as well as the meal you will be served (if you find it before it grow cold) hails.

 

If you dont find the target before your meal is cold you will be given a clue who will cost you another half hour on your quest towards the final target.

 

 

Liitha watched her student coming out of the herb shop, would she figure out she was going to the river lady before the salmon stew grew cold and was given to the cats, or would she be there in time to gain the rigth clue and a meal. She smiled, she had made several punish versus revard clues.

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Reading the clue, Deneira was a little confused. What in the light? Fluid and not static. What kind of meal was that? Well, it had to be in Tar Valon. And so, to the city, she rode. It took her only a few minutes, and as she arrived back in the town, she began looking around. Running from restaurant to tavern to inn, she looked around.

 

Upon a sign was a fish... salmon by the look of it. FISH! that was it! And so, into this restaurant she went. A woman was in there, and she shook her head... Going to the food she was given, she took a bite... BLASTED LIGHT! it was cold. The woman gave her a note, and she looked at it... why did she have to be late?

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[The next clue is in the section of who holds the power in the land of the first clue given]

 

Liitha watched her Mentee find the river lady, from the oposite side she could see in the window that the inn lady shook her head, Deneira would have to take the way by the libary to earn her next clue to get back on track, it would he hidden in a book about the Dark Ones minions. She watched Deneira come out of the inn, the next clue found in the libary would take the girl to the stable where a horse was sadled for her, 3 hours ride outside of Tar Valon she would find her next clue on a farm. It would leave her back to the yard to the Armory where Liitha would be waiting with a gift for her if the sun wasnt set by then, if not then a new note where she would find the clue that would start her out next morning to try again. Liitha had hopes thoug that despite everything her mentee should manage to overcome the obsticles today. The girl was brigth enough anyway.

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Reading the clue, she knew about it immediately. Shadowspawn and Dark Minions... just what she wanted to read about. And back into the tower library she went. Jumping back onto her horse, she ran into the tower again. Up the stairs she went, and rushing as fast as she could. She wanted to get this done the first time, the right way... after all, it was only halfway through the day, and she was bound to make it.

 

Into the library she went, and after asking directions, headed into the area that held the Green Ajah based books. She picked up the one about darkones and minions, and flipped through it. Another clue fell out, and she smiled. Yet another one that she knew about... She had to go to the stable, and then off to a farm... she had passed it on her way to the tower.

 

Leaving the library, she ran into someone... someone NOT wearing a white dress. “Oh, Im so sorry...â€

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A warm silence spilled across the great library like so much of the finest honey; bringing with it a peace and calm which she scarcely recognised any longer. Perhaps only here where the sisters guarded their stillness so jealousy could one find an outer harmony to quiet inner turmoil. Only minutes needed to pass before any trace of her usual slight frown, dark brows drawn together a fraction as though she had forgotten whatever had irritated her in the first place but kept a shard of that ill temper, smoothed away leaving peace in its wake. Easing shoulders long tensed she let the cares of the world slip away and submerged herself in this quiet place.

 

Idly she browsed through shelf upon shelf of books. From the dustiest tome all encased in cracked leather bindings, each page as likely to crumble as resist at the brush of fingers, to the newest book ink still wet from some author’s hard work … such a wealth of knowledge contained in these fragile pages. It still amazed her sometimes with a shadow of the unlettered child she had once been to think how much importance could be assigned to the scratchings of a pen. Now that she understood the language of knowledge, not only the letters themselves but also the deeper meaning which sometimes only players of the greatest game could grasp, now she knew the true value of this room and all the books within it.

 

Immersed in her work it took Sirayn some moments to realise that a scatter of separate sounds came from some ruffian running into the library. Saldaean by the tilt of her eyes and the bold nose which marked all those from that far flung nation; brown hair, azure eyes, some kind of prettiness she supposed. None of this pacified her irritation at being interrupted so brusquely. It occurred to her briefly to fix the child with the sort of glower which made strong men flee, but calculating the odds that this interloper might actually notice, Sirayn gave up the attempt. Children these days. Dismissing the incident she turned back to her leafing through books.

 

Ill luck perhaps that the child chose that corner to inflict her presence upon. Everything about this intrusion exasperated Sirayn who firmly believed that unmannerly children had no place in libraries and particularly no place anywhere near her. Briefly she regretted the passing of her much prized silence; yet her attempts to lose herself again in a book full of northern tales were foiled when the child moved along right behind her to scan the shelves again. In her current fractious state even the whisper of feet over smooth stones stoked her ire. The library was quiet and no red cloaked mentor lingered to intervene ... no reason not to take out her anger on its source.

 

The final straw came when the child knocked into her crudely as though she were merely a stable hand. Never strong, at her diminutive height and light weight she could scarcely win a match of muscles with a particularly determined frog, the impact sent her stumbling a few steps. The loss of dignity set her seething. How did the Tower Guard raise them so clumsy these days? Slamming the book shut with a snap that drew all eyes, Sirayn snapped: “Have you nothing better to do than annoy your elders child? If you had, you now have a more important task. Assist me. I am removing these books,†she indicated half a dozen titles she had earlier noted as necessary for her study, “and you will carry them up to my quarters, where I have no doubt I will be able to find additional tasks to keep idle hands busy. I am not interested in your excuses … nor, I dare say, anything else you have to say for yourself. Get to it.â€

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Deneira’s heart broke, and rage streamed through her eyes. Bloody Aes Sedai... they had no right to interrupt in warder business. Just because they had been given special powers didn’t make them the leaders of the free world. After all, without the warders, they would get no where.

 

Following silently, all of the books in her hands, she kept up, looking around. At least while she was here, she might as well see what happend in the tower. She saw paintings and people she was confused by, and her mouth dropped open more than once.

 

â€Keep up child.†The Aes Sedai said. “Yes ma’am.†muttered Deneira. She was led into some office, and put down the books on the corner of the desk. “If there is nothing else you need from me, I have another obligation...â€

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It did not interest her in the slightest what her latest quarry thought of being commandeered in so cavalier a fashion. Indeed, a sorrier specimen of children these days she had rarely seen. Now and then a discreet sideways glance caught the shadow of some fresh startlement, an open mouth on one occasion, but Sirayn did not check her inexorable progress any more than she showed recognition that this was a strange place full of strange people for newcomers. Ruthless as ever she directed them straight to her quarters lying at the heart of the Ajah Halls. A narrow silver sword in stern colours inlaid upon the black door marking her rooms. Rarely did she permit any stranger to enter this, her much prized sanctuary, but sometimes a little discipline had to be exerted. "Books there." A careless gesture indicated the corner of her already burdened desk. Only after some startled moments did she realise she had, yet again, employed her left hand for the task ... or rather what remained of her strong left hand, spinner of so many weaves; not to put too fine a point on it ... a stump.

 

Presumably that was disconcerting for strangers meeting her for the first time. Cursing her own indiscretion and her failure to master old instincts Sirayn lowered the ruin of her left hand, casual so as not to draw any further attention, and determined not to slip up again in future. Priding herself as she did on her intimidation she was nonetheless rather startled to hear the child speak so brazenly protesting of her responsibilities elsewhere. Had she in some way given the impression that she was the type of Aes Sedai to whom one talked back? Perhaps it was the effect of the missing hand, the weakness so obvious in that lack, somebody who had had her by the throat ... not so figuratively speaking. Regardless she was not about to permit it in her own quarters.

 

"I thought for a moment there that I heard you speak." A precise lift of one brow underlined everything the cool tones told. "Did I misspeak myself or did you somehow not hear correctly when I told you I had no interest in your excuses? Your ... obligations," a trace of sarcasm there to sum up what importance she placed on the child's duties, "are of no importance to me. Once I release you from service, or you somehow make up for your conduct, either way, that is when you will be permitted to go about your dubious obligations. For the moment, be so gracious as to hold your tongue until I instruct you to speak." Having thus she liked to think asserted her control over the situation Sirayn indicated, this time with a judiciously chosen wave of her good right hand, the massive book cases standing along one wall; holding a hundred books in various stages of disintegration, from the fabulously old and valuable texts she had saved from certain of her missions in the past, to tomes with the ink scarcely dry.

 

"Regrettably you are not the only youngster with no respect for learning around here and your predecessors have disorganised my book collection. Sort the books into alphabetical order and if you so much as tear a single page, I shall not be amused. You do, I trust, know your letters?" It would have been an odd child who browsed the fabled Tower Library without so much knowledge, but Sirayn was getting accustomed to other people's strange customs by now. "You may get to work."

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Turning around in shock, Deneira muttered curses. This woman was crazy. She couldnt read... and to mock her so... "I cant read." she said softly. "You cant what?" the aes sedai asked, as if she couldnt hear. "I cant read, ok? I was pointed to the books I needed, and in the books were clues that were read to me by a novice."

 

She was embarressed, and ashamed. "Obviously, I cannot help you in this task, so I might as well just leave." She turned as if to go... she had errands to run, and a lesson to finish.

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Couldn't read? It seemed beyond belief that in a citadel of such learning people were incapable of comprehending a single word ... this treasure trove could bring kings to their knees but for some apparently it was as incomprehensible as the Ogier script had proven to her despite all her attempts. Incredulous, she nearly inquired as to whether Deneira had been born in a barn, but perhaps on second thoughts it would not be diplomatic to criticise ignorance. Children these days had so little respect for the written word. Briefly and vividly in spite of her best efforts she imagined something else into the pretty face ... older features, eyes of a startling sapphire hue, such strength in the lean face similar to her own. Remembering did nobody any good; but maybe in her heart she had softened a little toward lost children ever since she gave up one herself.

 

"I will inform you when you are permitted to leave." Despite the harshness of her words her tone remained cool, somewhat moderated from her earlier snapping, and gently Sirayn removed a book from the child's hands. “Here Barret’s Age of Panic is filed after Cal Peren’s On the Rise and Fall of Nations. Barret is a lesser writer I admit … and somewhat obsessed with the effect of economic shortages during the latter half of Hawkwing’s rule … but he does, at least, take precedence in alphabetical terms. I also had no letters when I came to this city," so smoothly she switched onto another track that a listener might be forgiven for being startled, though inwardly Sirayn kept a tight constraint on how much she was admitting to such an unknown, "and it proved quite a handicap in writing essays, I recall that much. Nevertheless, this is a place of many possibilities. If a wilful child like I could learn ... so can anyone."

 

A little light spilled in through the window, filtered through leaded glass panes, to fall pale across the stone floor. Methodical as anyone from the Brown Ajah Sirayn moved along the rows of untidily stacked books, sorting and filing, distracted in her pursuit of order. Age of Panic returned to its rightful place despite the many flaws in its construction. "Being illiterate is nothing to be ashamed of, little one, and it is fixed easily enough, should you have the will to learn. There is much to gain from books and learning. I have neither the time nor the patience myself. Should you wish it, I can arrange tutoring for you perhaps with another Aes Sedai. Think about it."

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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:51 pm Post subject:

 

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Dene didn’t even want to look in the Aes Sedai’ eyes. She was so ashamed, she never told anyone. She didn’t even let Liitha know… the only one was her roommate, and from the way he had acted, it was almost a crime. She had kept it secret enough, and she was fine, not knowing how to read.

 

"I will inform you when you are permitted to leave." The woman still spoke with a certain hardness, but it did not have the cruelty that had earlier frightened Dene so. She felt the book in her hand be taken, and she let it go happily. If something happened to it, she was certain she would be dead.

 

“Barret’s Age of Panic is filed behind after Cal Peren’s On the Rise and Fall of Nations. Barret is a lesser writer I admit … and somewhat obsessed with the effect of economic shortages during the latter half of Hawkwing’s rule … but he does, at least, take precedence in alphabetical terms. I also had no letters when I came to this city," something in the woman’s voice changed, as though she was almost… consoling? No, Aes Sedai didn’t do that. "and it proved quite a handicap in writing essays, I recall that much. Nevertheless, this is a place of many possibilities. If a wilful child like I could learn ... so can anyone."

 

Dene just hung her head, almost afraid to look up. She didn’t trust this woman- not in the least. She would never trust something she didn’t understand… it was as though asking for certain death. "Being illiterate is nothing to be ashamed of, little one, and it is fixed easily enough, should you have the will to learn. There is much to gain from books and learning. I have neither the time nor the patience myself. Should you wish it, I can arrange tutoring for you perhaps with another Aes Sedai. Think about it."

 

Looking up, Deneira held her head high, and stared into the woman’s eyes. Perhaps that was a mistake, but she had something to say, and would be taken seriously. “My father never read. My brothers never read. They were perfectly fine. I see no point in reading, when I can merely ask someone else. Doesn’t it seem more logical to you that I spend my time training, so to better protect the tower, than to spend it reading?â€

 

She stood there for a moment, then bowed low. “I thank you for the offer to arrange a lesson, but I am well without reading. I am certain that one day, I shall learn, but at the moment, my weapon is the only tool I need. By your leave, may I return to my work?†She knew that by this time of day, there was no chance she would be able to continue her chore, but perhaps Liitha would understand.

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How much odder can life get?

[Sirayn]

Her instructions were being questioned. This was a concept rather strange and unreal to her; when she snapped her fingers, people jumped, and this was only correct for a sister of her age and standing. The proper order had been turned on its head when unlettered children tried, with all apparent reasonableness, to change her mind. Sirayn considered pointing out to her that she had had two centuries more in which to form her opinions than the child herself had ever lived but ... on second thoughts, possibly that would lead her back down the road to great irritation, and she did not have so much time to spare for insolent young ones who made it their life's work to go around thumping things with wooden swords. She scarcely had the time of day for some sisters let alone this child.

 

"Firstly, you do not talk back to an Aes Sedai," she gave her prey a severe look, "and secondly, you do not talk back to an Aes Sedai. Ever. Much less question her judgement. However, since you lack even the wit to see what opportunities lie around you in this city, and I cannot get the slightest use out of illiterate children, I have no further time for you. If you wish to be of any use to an Aes Sedai ... and I presume that you do, seeing as you are one of many children who follow Warders round like lost ducklings ... find out what it is to better oneself. Look it up in the dictionary if you must. Or ask someone who actually puts some effort into addressing their shortcomings." Sirayn was not yet certain that her quarry was properly chastened, but her patience was running to its end, and she must not raise her voice even a fraction over something so insignificant. Grey eyes lingered for a moment, before she turned with a careless gesture toward the door. "You may leave."

[Christine]

Deneira ran from the room, fled more like, fearing that woman inside. She was a cruel, heartless Aes Sedai. That woman was... pure evil. She could not believe that someone like that was an Aes Sedai. How could she get away with treating people like that? Dene knew that she did not have enough time to finish all that she was asked of, but perhaps Liitha would forgive her. Light! two chorse in one day... and she finished neither!