A lesson in Spirit [Solo RP]

[Kaylan]

It had been decades since Kaylan was an official teacher in the Tower; her patience had been shrinking in direct proportion with her increasing age ever since she had attained the shawl. There were far too many upstart young girls these days who felt that they knew it all, had seen it all, could do it all – she simply couldn't deal with more than a few at once anymore.

 

But occasionally there was a young aspiring Green that the Aes Sedai would take under her wing, or even a girl undecided about her Ajah; Kaylan had not dissociated herself from Tower life entirely yet. Occasionally she felt the need to make her presence known; she would not be retired as so many of her Sisters had, sneakily and with apparent compassion. Kaylan Morin would die in the Blight, fighting Shadowspawn, not in her bed.

 

A knock sounded at her door, one of the girls she had consented to teach, if the small timepiece on her desk was correct. Her mind drifted back to a time when clocks had been luxuries, far too expensive for her family to afford; she had checked the time at the Luin's inn, if she needed to know it, but more often than not had simply lived by the sun. That was a long time ago. Everyone she had known from that life was gone, now.

 

"Enter," Kaylan said, softly, as she returned to the present moment. "Come in, girl, and sit down." Her right hand motioned to the empty chairs in the room; three, for each of her Warders, but all of her Gaidin were occupied elsewhere right now. They no longer felt the need to spend the day in each others' pockets, but Kaylan could remember a time when they had.

 

"Show me the Wards we worked with last time." Lydia was a diligent student, and strong with Spirit; the old Green enjoyed teaching her. It was rare that the Accepted needed correction more than once; she was the kind of student Kaylan liked to teach, although certainly not the sort of student the Green had been back when she wore the banded hem. She had been far too concerned with visiting the Warders' Yard when she was young, and had let her strength with the element carry her. Close calls when she had left the Tower for the first time after being raised to the shawl had taught her the folly of her ways. She had been lucky that they were only close calls.

 

Lydia formed the weaves perfectly, as usual, and Kaylan smiled approvingly. "Hold the last one," she told the girl, embracing the Source to touch the fine net of Saidar with a tendril of fire. The sound of a bell rang out, clear and true. "Well done," the Aes Sedai said, releasing the Source. "Tell me about your studies, Lydia. Have you still been examining ter'angreal?" For a time the Browns had thought they were going to get her, but Lydia had been specifically studying those ter'angreal that might have battle applications. Most of them were known, had been well studied before, but the girl had a healthy (Kaylan thought, anyway) interest in weapon-based ter'angreal and had been working with some of the Aes Sedai who were knowledgeable on the subject.

 

OOC: To be continued; wanted to get a starter up and make sure I'm not too rusty at this!