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Introduction to Saidar - Lesson Four


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Amadine was holding her basket and walking towards her classroom for the last lesson in her current Introduction to Saidar class when she was surprised to find that a Novice fell in silently beside her. Reaching the classroom the Novice stepped back and allowed Amadine to enter first, “Thank you child” she said smiling.

 

The room quickly began to fill up with Novices, each girl dressed in pristine white, though one had what looked to be a porridge stain on the front of her dress. Likely she had not had time to change after breakfast, Novices got little free time during their years of study.

 

“Good morning everyone, “Amadine began, “Today you will learn about the remaining three Elements of the One Power, Earth, Fire and Spirit.”

 

“We will look at Earth first. Earth can be used for many things, including finding mineral ores, helping crops and plants to grow and bloom, to detect fault lines deep within the earth, and other things you will learn more about when you become Accepted.”

 

“Today as your introduction to weaving with Earth we will be making a rose bud bloom.”

 

From her basket on the desk at the front of the room Amadine took a small vase with a single rose bud supported within it. The bud was still so tightly closed that the colour could not be determined yet. That would be part of the surprise for the Novices. Amadine had deliberately taken buds from many different coloured roses, enough for multiple buds for each Novice in her class.

 

“You see the rose bud here, tightly closed, so tightly furled we can see even a hint of colour, but watch carefully girls, concentrate on the weave.”

 

Amadine pulled out three threads of earth and weaving them together just so and laying it across the rose bud caused the rose to slowly bloom in front of their eyes. This one was blood red.

 

“I shall show you once more before you attempt your own, remember to take care when observing the pattern the threads make.”

 

This time the rose was a bright cheery yellow. Amadine then passed out vases and three rose buds to each of the Novices in the room. She had more if they were required, but hopefully three would be enough.

 

Ama moved around the class encouraging and demonstrating to an individual girl where required. When each of them had successfully made two rose buds bloom, Amadine moved the lesson forward.

 

“Next we learn about Fire. The number one rule when working with the Element of Fire is to never,” for emphasis she repeated the word, “Never; draw heat out of a fire to extinguish it. You will be burned severely if you do. To extinguish a flame use Water to douse, or Air to snuff it out, or Earth to smother it – but never use Fire to draw the heat out.”

 

“Now the simplest thing we can do with Fire is to light a candle, and it’s a handy weave to know too.”

 

Taking a candlestick holder and a fresh candle from her basket, Amadine then placed it on the desk in front of her. “A single thread of fire is required”, she said as she demonstrated, “pull out your thread of Fire and wind it around the wick like this...” the red thread of Fire wrapped around the candle wick and it caught alight and the flame bobbed and danced in the slight breezes within the classroom.

 

“And the same action from a thread of Water, will extinguish it.” Amadine demonstrated again, the blue thread doused the flame with a small hiss.

 

“Now you will try” and with that Amadine reached again for her basket and passed around holders and candles for each girl. Again she helped where it was needed, she also stopped one girl from inadvertently trying to withdraw heat using Fire and she reiterated her warning firmly.

 

When each Novice could both light and extinguish the candle Amadine spoke again “The last Element is Spirit. Highly underestimated Spirit is central to many weaves such as Healing, setting Wards, Shielding another channeller from Saidar and in the Bonding weave, to name just a few.”

 

“These weaves are too advanced for you to learn today but learn them you will as your strength and control increases.”

 

“However I will demonstrate the Ward against eavesdropping for you.” Amadine pointed out two Novices and beckoned them to the front of the classroom. “All I need for you to do is stand there talk about what you had for breakfast this morning.”

 

The pair of Novices giggled but began speaking of porridge, eggs, hot tea and the like. Amadine deftly spun out the threads of Spirit required and wove them together in a complex pattern. She laid the weave over the two Novices. It seemed to sparkle in the light shining through the windows and though the Novices could be seen to be talking not a sound was to be heard. “So you see,” Amadine continued, “You can see that they talk, and they us, but we cannot hear them and they cannot hear us speaking.”

 

Amadine allowed the weave to dissipate and the pair of girls could again be heard to be discussing their breakfasts.

 

The Novices seemed suitably impressed by the weave and exclaimed to each other about it.

 

Amadine clapped her hands together to regain their attention. “Congratulation ladies,” she smiled as she began, “this concludes your Introduction to Saidar course. We have only touched on the uses of Saidar but you now understand the nature of Saidar and the different Elements contained within it. I want to reiterate to you the importance of never channelling unsupervised. You will have many opportunities to channel in the coming months and years; do not find yourself serving a harsh punishment for breaking the rules.”

 

“I hope you have enjoyed your class. Class dismissed.”

 

Amadine al'Varine

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Arriving early had taken a special effort. Elin had managed to finish her morning chores as quickly as possible, still to the standard of the Tower, but quickly done. She was panting as she arrived in the hall outside the class, but when she saw the Accepted, she gathered her calm and poise, and stepped in beside her, matching Amadine's pace. At the door, Elin stepped aside, as a novice should, to let the higher ranked woman through. Elin wanted Amadine to know she was trying hard to master channeling, even with her situation.

 

Inside, Elin was a bit shocked to learn that their Earth lesson involved something as beautiful as roses. Amadine pulled threads of Earth from the Power, and for the first time Eln noticed that the threads seemed to come directly from the Accepted. When she channeled, it seemed to Elin that the threads of the Power came from somewhere away from her. That was proof it wasn't Elin really channeling, it was her brother.

 

When it came time, Elin sat there looking at the rosebuds. She leaned on her connection to Nile, feeling that warmth fill her, and she pulled deeply, hoping Nile pulled on Earth the way they'd been told. It felt different than weaving Air or Water had, it was harder, fuzzy. Together, they finally pulled out the three threads of Earth and wove them into what they thought was the correct shape, but when the weave settled onto the rosebud, the plant withered. Taking the second bud, Elin silently prayed to the Light and, a little bit, to Nile, and they pulled the threads again. They were still fuzzy, but Elin concentrated, hoping that Nile would pick up her direction. If she could sense him, couldn't he sense her? As sweat began to bead on her brow, the threads of Earth fell neatly into place, and gently fell onto the rosebud, which opened up into a rather glorious rose. The petals were cream colored at the base, but the lips were a burgundy color.

 

After more sweat and effort, the weave came more easily on Elin's third try. This rosebud was a bright orange. Elin smiled, and sat exhausted. Turning the warmth of Nile embracing the source into actual channeling took a lot out of her. Hopefully it would grow easier over time. Then again, she'd heard time and again that some people were simply weaker with some of the elements. Perhaps Earth was their weakness.

 

Watching Amadine weave Fire, Elin felt her stomach lurch. Yes, she had lived with fire since Nile was burned at the stake, but seeing it in its pure form was... unsettling. The weave was very simple... taking a single thread of Fire and wrapping a candle wick in it. After the ordeal that was weaving Earth, fire came easily... though, not quite so easily as Water and Air had the previous day. The red thread of Fire wrapped neatly and burst into a perfect flame as Elin and Nile tied it off. They snuffed it quickly, using Air. After lighting it again, they snuffed it with Water, causing a hiss. Elin was tired, but very pleased with their success. They would never have to worry about making sure the oven was burning evenly again, if they ever went back to being Bakers.

 

The weave of Spirit that Amadine wove was beautiful, like glittering lace. Elin could see each individual thread, where it joined with all the others, and how they might be adjusted to achieve a slightly different effect. She didn't know why, but she knew that if she added another few threads of Spirit, the weave would also discourage people from watching the people within; and a few threads of another element, perhaps Earth, would make the weave opaque.

 

The glittering threads of Spirit called to Elin, and she dearly wanted to try to weave them, but Amadine hadn't given them permission to try this weave. In fact, they weren't going to actually do anything at all with Spirit. Elin was crushed. She longed to weave those glittering threads, and they practically leapt into her hands to weave, so much differently than Earth, Fire, or even Water and Air.

 

Setting aside the ease with which Spirit came to her, and her desire to do something with it, Elin pushed the warmth that was Nile's channeling away from her, and she felt the warmth drain out of her. The power was gone, and the longing was lessened. It was still there though.

 

When the Accepted dismissed the class, Elin curtsied and quickly ducked out of the room. Her next chore segment would distract her, hopefully.

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Bennu tilted her head, eyeing the Accepted as she lectured on the three elements they'd be focusing on. She tried to suppress a yawn, and succeeded for the most part; the novice hid the rest by biting her lip and looking down at her paper as her pen flew across it. She hadn't been up late, but she hadn't slept very well. Too many things running through her head this week.

 

Earth, she thought to herself as she watched the instructor produce three green threads and weave them together. Three threads of earth, woven just...so...Seems easy enough.

 

It wasn't. Pulling up the threads felt like pulling teeth, and they weren't the most stable of things. The first few times Bennu lost her grip on the first thread when creating the second, causing her to have to start all over again. But she finally succeeded, and as she sat back to examine her handiwork, saw that they were far paler than the Water and Air threads she'd spun during the previous class. But this didn't faze her too much, as she remembered the Accepted informing them that women were weaker in these elements for the most part. Also, practice did make perfect...

 

Bennu wrapped the weave about the first bud, and it opened, but not very far. Hmm. Just need a little more concentration. The second attempt proved that she concentrated too much, for she got a brief glimpse of a lovely dark yellow blossom – before it opened far too wide and shed its petals to cover her desk like snow. The novice eyed her desk glumly. I think I need more classes in control... It took her four times to finally get it right.

 

Given the trial that Earth had been, she was not looking forward to the Fire exercise at all. Thank the Light that we can all weave water, and the Accepted can do it better than the lot of us. Having her parents receive a letter stating she'd died in a conflagration of her own choosing was not something she was determined not to have happen.

 

So, just a little Fire at first....The first weave, again, looked easy enough, and Bennu made a point of channeling as little as necessary to create the thread. There. She eyed the faint red thread hovering before her with satisfaction and wrapped it around the candlewick. There was a slight flicker along the wick a moment after she laid the thread there...then the flame slowly crept to life. The novices around her could not miss her sigh of relief as she managed to light the thing on her first try, and snuffed it with Water just as quickly.

 

Bennu was relieved that they would only be observing Spirit weaving and not attempting it themselves. However, this did not mean she let down her guard; no, she watched the Accepted very carefully as she performed the weave. It was a truly delicate thing. The novice had no idea how she'd ever learn that one. But she took notes anyway, sketching the weave next to her written description. No doubt she'd have to practice it herself, later.

 

And with that, the class was over. Bennu gave a quick curtsey, thanking the Accepted for leading the class, and hurried out. She didn't want to be late for the course on Old Tongue, and she doubted the instructor would be any more forgiving about it.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Milandra found herself running down the hall tucking her hair into place as best as one could while running. It streamed around her, taunting her attempts to tame it, but she dare not stop and do it properly. She was already late to class, and she didn't fancy another beating because she wasn't able to magically transport herself from one place to the next at a whim. If Saidar was able to do such a thing, you'd think they'd teach it first off, considering that they seemed to expect everyone to be everywhere at once. "Hurry, don't hurry, stop running, you're late!" she muttered to herself. Or, attempted to - it all came out as gasps and grunts. Stopping herself by expedient of running into the wall, she groaned, gave up on her hair, and dragged herself across the threshold, and to her desk.

 

Apparently, the day was for flowers. Milandra liked flowers as much as the next girl, but she couldn't see what was important about making them bloom. She supposed the concept was neat, but putting it into practice wasn't exactly a bed of roses in and of itself. Earth was nowhere near as easy to raise as Water or Air, and therefore making multiple threads was similarly difficult. Weaving them into the requisite pattern was easier, though she went through more flowers than she cared to admit before Amadine was satisfied. "It will get easier with practice," the Accepted assured her with a smile at one point, but that didn't provide a lot of comfort in the now.

 

The next task was a tiny bit easier, if only just. Fire was even harder for her to muster than Earth; she struggled to raise even the smallest thread. But once she did, it was an easy affair to apply the pure weave to the candle's virgin wick. It was even easier to snuff it with the prescribed thread of water, though it left the wick a touch damp. "Perhaps it would be better to snuff it with Air, Milla speculated as she pushed the candle to the side of her desk, "At least you're not left with a damp wick, then."

 

The last bit of the lesson was, apparently, primarily talking. The element of Spirit was apparently the go-to for most of the cool things, as was proven by a demonstration of Warding. Her eyes bulged slightly as Amadine wove; it was in that moment that Milandra realized that she might have a lot more to learn than she realized. The way the older woman made such weaving look easy and mundane was rather impressive... even if the other students' conversation about breakfast wasn't.

 

And, to her surprise... "Congratulation ladies," the Accepted smiled at her students, "this concludes your Introduction to Saidar course..."

 

She went on, of course, but Milandra barely heard. It was hard realizing that one was woefully unprepared, and only at the beginning of a long road. It was even harder accepting it, but after so many weeks, it was starting to sink in.

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  • 3 weeks later...

The tower life progressed in rapid fashion. It was as though Tar Valon was located in a time bubble of its own. In any case, today, Rydia was able to see glows enveloping the other girls as they channeled. Hard to believe, though, that four days ago she could not even tell you how many elements were, and now she could not only see the differently coloured elements but also control their flows, albeit very sporadic and imperfectly. Despite being able to maintain a steady hold on Saidar itself, when it came to splitting her threads Rydia was hopeless and would often grasp too much, not enough, or not being able to grab the correct element at all. It was difficult to separate elements, but even more challenging to twist them together.

 

Although Rydia expected earth to be hard, maybe it was because it was the first exercise of the day when she still had loads of energy but the roses were beautiful to help bloom and went rather smoothly. The yellow roses reminded Rydia of the yellow colour of the Air element, although Rydia wished they could have had in the gardens on the Tower grounds. She had heard of Aes Sedai having private gardens too. How cultivated, Rydia smiled. She should have expected such dazzling feats from the Aes Sedai. It was so unlike the blights that she was used to seeing. The diseased and withered, the deformed but hardy vegetation growing in the freezing tundra. They might have been hardy but were hardly healthy.

 

Fire was more difficult to summon. After several tries, she had succeeded in grasping the weave but the red strand left as quickly as she began to direct it. The weave dissipated and that was the end of Rydia's candle.

 

Spirit, however, was creepy.

 

The voices came out of nowhere. Alarmed, Rydia started to back away. Then she grimaced at the white shield that cut off the sounds. It was mind blowing. She needed to rethink a few basic principles about how the world worked.

 

Or was it just another unique aspect to Tar Valon after all?

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  • 2 months later...

For the first time in these lessons, Leala had perhaps a five minute break between her chores and when the class began. Her lungs were full of clean air, her eyes were only as moist as they needed to be, and there was no grime on her hands or her dress. She walked confidently from her room to the classroom for the lesson on Earth, Fire, and Spirit. She was now getting better at controlling her emotions when holding Saidar. Most of the other Novices were still giggly and easily excited. However, this journey to becoming an Aes Sedai, as had been repeated to them nearly constantly since their arrival at the Tower, had much to do with control. She saw the colored hems of Accepted Amadine's skirt flutter into the room. She followed her teacher into the room and sat in her usual proximity to the front of the room. There seemed to be an apprehension in the air, as if everyone was nervous that their control over Fire and Earth would not be up to par. However, Leala was looking forward to seeing her talents. After all, Amadine had said that it was the normal case for women to be stronger in Water and Air. There had to be a few cases where someone had an affinity to Fire or Earth.

 

Accepted Amadine began this class in her usual way, with an explanation as to what they would be doing for this lesson and its point. She demonstrated the correct use of a simple weave of Earth on none other than a rose. The first rose opened was a bright red, almost similar to the rose that she had constructed in her mind's eyes in the first lesson. Leala readied herself in her seat as the Accepted passed out a vase with three tightly closed rose buds in them. She waited for permission once more and when it was given, she reached into the One Power. Out came the threads of brown tinged very slightly with red. She found that the weaving and controlling of this element came almost clumsily to her. She concentrated as had as she had ever done to guide the weaves over the rose bud and let it settle. The rose opened to reveal a bright, sky blue. She marveled at what she had done for a moment before repeating this action. This time, she knew what she needed to do, and the second rose bud opened at her will. This rose was a beautiful and gay pink. Neither rose was the color that she imagined in her mind, but they were still full of life with delicate veins in their petals and their smooth texture. Amadine went on before she could open the third rose.

 

She listened as she explained the correct want to douse a fire and why it was dangerous to pull heat with a weave of Fire. It made sense to her. After all, fighting fire with fire was never wise. She watched as a beautiful thread of red Fire lit a candle with her teacher's guidance and was doused with a simple thread of Water. The teacher passed out the candles for the Novices to light. After hearing what a danger Fire was, she was a bit hesitant again. However, she reached to Saidar again and found the element of Fire. She guided the thread with much more ease than she had expected after her fumbling with Earth and lit the candle easily. Reaching for Water once more, she doused it. She seemed to be stronger with Water. And from what she could tell with her classmates around her, she was even strong in Fire. The Andoran Novice waited for the Accepted to continue. She liked that she would weave around the students and give them encouragement. It made her feel that she was making progress.

 

Looking up when she returned to the front of the room, Leala watched as two of her classmates were called to the front of the room. This weave would be with Spirit to ward off eavesdroppers. The thread of Spirit looked like a cross between silver and yellow to her, almost like the gold in her family seal. She watched as it curled and wove itself in a glittering display before settling on her fellow Novices. She tried as hard as she could, but she could not hear a word from them. Amadine explained that the volunteers could not hear the class, either. The One Power was truly amazing. She wanted to try her hand at the weave, to know what Spirit felt like, but before any further instructions were given, the Accepted dismissed the class. Before she left, Leala stood up and curtsied to her teacher and thanked her for the classes. She had taken several steps toward knowing control over Saidar under her tutelage.

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  • 3 weeks later...

Auriane filed into the classroom with most of the other girls attending. She had come straight from breakfast after her early morning chores, and felt quite content. She had sat with three other girls who happened to be in the same class next with her. Auriane took a seat near the front of the classroom, clasping her hands delicately in her lap and sitting up straight. On her table was a small bunch of bright stalks and a candle. Soon the other girls were all seated, and the class began.

 

The leading Accepted demonstrated a weave to make flowers bloom. The class of Novices gasped in amazement as the simple little stalk flourished and grew into a luxuriant rose before their very eyes. Auriane had always found roses overstated and gaudy -- delicate wildflowers were much more appealing -- but there was beauty in all nature. She watched closely as the Accepted demonstrated once more, and then it was the Novices’ turn. Riana spun out three threads of vibrant terracotta and, twirling them together, laid them on the plant. It took a few tries, but an elated grin spread across her face as she watched the thing bloom into a lush, creamy flower. Beaming, she buried her nose into it. It smelled beautiful. Auriane glanced around the room, and saw that some other Novices seemed to be having a little more difficulty than her. She decided to awaken another flower, this time pink. While the Accepted waited, Riana practised some more and had a small bundle by the time the exercise was over.

 

Next, the Novices were ordered to light the candle with Fire. Making very certain that the small candle was nowhere near her blooming roses, Auriane painstakingly coaxed a single thread of Fire before her, but as she reached over to the candle, her strand snapped backward, and she had to start again. She shot a scowling glance to her left, where a pale girl sat lighting, extinguishing, relighting her candle with a smile on her face. Dragging the candle closer to her, Auriane hunched over it, preparing to try again. Gradually, carefully, she managed to reach the wick, after a couple of attempts. It glowed for a moment, then faded. Frustrated with herself, Riana was about to begin again, when the Accepted ordered them to stop.

 

Their teacher announced she’d be demonstrating another weave, one the Novices would not be attempting, as it was too complex. She pointed straight at Auriane and the pale girl beside her, ordering them to stand at the side and speak about breakfast. They tiptoed over, giggling quietly with embarrassment. How can we speak about breakfast when all we had was porridge? thought Auriane, as she picked at dried-on oats attached to her dress’ front. She looked to the pale girl, and said: “Porridge, porridge, porridge. Porridge… porridge.”

 

The other girl said: “Porridge,” and they burst into giggles once more, as the rest of the class looked awestruck. The silvery weave their teacher had laid upon them seemed to be working. The Accepted spoke to the class, and the standing girls did not hear her. When they had finished conversing about porridge, the Accepted allowed the weave to dissipate and then announced the end of their last class together. Riana pursed her lips slightly: she had enjoyed those classes. Leaving the room, the Accepted Amadine touched the girls’ arms and asked them aside. She explained to them briefly the part of the class they had missed, while behind their screen of saidar. They smiled and said good-bye, before rushing off to do more chores.

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  • 3 weeks later...

Relaxing back against her desk, Ali sighed, for once being on time to class. She didn't know what she had done right that day, but the Creator was surely smiling on her, to allow her a good night's rest and to not be rushed that morning. She was excited to try out the other three elements, and watched as the Accepted entered the room with another basket. Who knew what was inside, but Ali knew that it would be exciting, regardless.

 

“Good morning everyone. Today you will learn about the remaining three Elements of the One Power, Earth, Fire and Spirit. We will look at Earth first. Earth can be used for many things, including finding mineral ores, helping crops and plants to grow and bloom, to detect fault lines deep within the earth, and other things you will learn more about when you become Accepted. Today as your introduction to weaving with Earth we will be making a rose bud bloom.”

 

Make.. a rose... bloom? Aliena could feel her eyes bulge in her head at the idea of that. She could only imagine the possibilities of opening flowers and having them look portrait perfect. If they could make flowers bloom, perhaps they could even preserve them to stay the perfect color year long. The possibilities were endless!

 

She watched as Amadine took out a tiny vase with a rosebud inside. “You see the rose bud here, tightly closed, so tightly furled we can see even a hint of colour, but watch carefully girls, concentrate on the weave.” Slowly but surely, with three beautiful brown threads, the rose opened up. It was amazing to watch. “I shall show you once more before you attempt your own, remember to take care when observing the pattern the threads make.”

 

Committing the pattern to memory, Aliena watched as the Accepted repeated herself. This would be by far the most useful weave she had seen so far. Taking her three rosebuds, she quickly began to pull at the threads of Earth. And nothing came. Nothing at all. She grasped and held onto the Power before trying again. A thread formed, and Ali thought she would die. Slowly, another thread formed, and then a third. It was exhausting, and Ali thought she would die crying. Why was she struggling so badly with Earth when Water had been as simple as breathing? The pattern slowly formed before her, and by the time Ali finally had it right, most girls almost had their second bud open. Setting the weave on the rosebud, it opened partially then fell apart. It was horrifying.

 

Trying again on the second rosebud, she struggled and glared, finally getting the pattern right. Making certain that it was perfect, Ali painstakingly laid it upon the rosebud. Very slowly, the rosebud opened, and she let out a sigh of relief. This had to be her weakest element. Repeating the process on the third bud, she relaxed against her chair, exhausted, but happy to know she could do it.

 

“Next we learn about Fire. The number one rule when working with the Element of Fire is to never, NEVER, draw heat out of a fire to extinguish it. You will be burned severely if you do. To extinguish a flame use Water to douse, or Air to snuff it out, or Earth to smother it – but never use Fire to draw the heat out. Now the simplest thing we can do with Fire is to light a candle, and it’s a handy weave to know too.”

 

Watching as Amadine took a single thread of Fire and wound it around the wick, Ali smiled, knowing this would be easy. She would have no problem with Fire, of that she was sure. Taking her candle, Ali pulled at a thread of Fire. And she didn't feel it. She felt nothing. It was as though she didn't even hold the power in her grasp. Pulling again, she thought it had to be because she was exhausted from Earth. Pulling at a weave of Water, she watched it dance and weave before her. Pulling at Air, she even picked up her pen gently before resting it down. So what was the problem with Fire?

 

Trying again and concentrating on the Red Thread, she pulled at it, tugging, before finally making a small thread. The thread fought her to wrap around the wick. Ali felt herself sweating, and even saw a few other girls, candles lit, watching her. She wanted to cry from embarrassment. What was wrong with her Fire? The wick barely sizzled and showed a slight burn mark. Why was she so different? Trying again, she finally got a small light to go. Taking Air and feeding the wick instead of snuffing it, she got the small burn to turn into a flame. Thank the Light for that at least.

 

“The last Element is Spirit. Highly underestimated Spirit is central to many weaves such as Healing, setting Wards, Shielding another channeller from Saidar and in the Bonding weave, to name just a few. These weaves are too advanced for you to learn today but learn them you will as your strength and control increases. However I will demonstrate the Ward against eavesdropping for you. All I need for you to do is stand there talk about what you had for breakfast this morning.”

 

Ali watched as the two giggling girls began to talk, then shifted her attention to Amadine. The Accepted weaved a beautiful pattern from the silvery thread, and she watched, committing the pattern to memory. Perhaps given she was so weak in Earth and Fire, she would be strong in Spirit. It was her last chance of hope, and she wasn't giving up on it. Repeating the pattern again to memory, Ali tried to replicate it in her mind. Perfect. She would save that for a rainy day.

 

"Congratulation ladies,” she smiled as she began, “this concludes your Introduction to Saidar course. We have only touched on the uses of Saidar but you now understand the nature of Saidar and the different Elements contained within it. I want to reiterate to you the importance of never channelling unsupervised. You will have many opportunities to channel in the coming months and years; do not find yourself serving a harsh punishment for breaking the rules. I hope you have enjoyed your class. Class dismissed.”

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