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  1. Wait, you have the qualifications to hire a bartender?
  2. The Wise Ones nodded and Mordre could almost hear their minds working. She was too exhausted to run to the grain storage without some rest, though. She'd be the last person to say so in front of this little gathering, though. She crossed her arms to give them something to do and contented herself with listening to the exchange she knew was coming. "Our work here must be kept secret as much as possible to keep from altering their plans, then. It's easier to catch a fiend if you know where they're going, next. You two make your way over there and see if you find any evidence of tampering," Shri turned to Mordre, pinning her with a look. "Do not use your gift unless it is absolutely necessary. Exhaustion leads to burn out and that's a terrible way to die." With a final nod, the Wise Ones bustled off, leaving Mordre with Madoc again. Mordre watched them go, not even having enough time to acknowledge the instructions from the older woman. She looked up at Madoc and sighed. "Ready?"
  3. Edana grinned. "How did you know it was them?" she asked, not bothering to hide her mirth at his expense.
  4. Mordre accepted the water without comment, pointedly ignoring the looks from the other Wise Ones. When they were finished with the last well, she was ready to collapse and sleep for a month. Shri seemed to have other plans, though, and began asking them about other things they'd found. Mordre took a deep breath and explained the map they'd found and the evidence of some kind of plan they'd found before moving on to the wall. "We believe they're working towards the center of the Sept. There are people missing that seemed to have been targets. Then we found the wells..."
  5. Edana smirked at the image, trying to imagine Loraine doing something so silly. "You sent them to the Mistress of Novices?" she asked. "You couldn't have been a fully trained guard by then, unless I need to practice with my numbers more."
  6. Mordre was slumping by the time the others arrived. Sweat had soaked her hair and she'd had to resort to moving her hands along with her weaves to form them properly. She'd finished the first well and moved on to the second, but her weaves were fizzling. Shri's hand on her shoulder broke her concentration and she gasped, the weave dissolving as she turned to defend herself. She relaxed only barely seeing who it was. "Good, Madoc got the bucket to you," she breathed. "I've cleaned the first well, but I'd appreciate someone with more experience going over it to make sure I didn't miss anything. Do you know what it is?" Shri explained while the other Wise One moved to the first well and started weaving. Mordre's eyes widened and she shook her head. "I was sure it was just something natural from the walls of the well..." She closed her eyes, shaking her head. She twisted the weave she'd been using together. "This is the weave I was using, is there a better one?" she asked, curling her legs under her as Shri examined her work. With a few tweaks to make it more efficient and an approving nod, they both turned to a well and continued the work she'd been doing to clean the water.
  7. Edana laughed and arched her eyebrow. "You know you have to explain most of that, right?" she smirked. It was hard to imagine the tiny Cairhienin woman getting the better of him. "Start with the ants?"
  8. Edana laughed, trying to imagine Loraine the way he described her. "How long did it take before you got past that impression?" she asked, ignoring that he was right about her hatred of the wall she spent most of her time guarding. She much preferred to be DOING something, but it wasn't in her job description. "I'm having trouble imagining a world where you two weren't together."
  9. Mordre narrowed her eyes at him, then sat up and looked at the bucket. The water was gone, leaving a film of something white along the sides of the bucket. She leaned closer, taking the bucket in her hands. "How do I...?" she murmured, trying to think of how to identify the substance. Water would only make it wet again. Air would pick it up. Fire might burn it. Earth would bury it. Spirit would... She tilted her head, weaving together a thin collection made of mostly Spirit with a few threads of Air so it would permeate the substance. She cautiously pushed the weave into the powdery residue and gasped as she felt the substance. Still not knowing exactly what it was, she pushed herself to her feet and ran back to the first bucket, pushing the same weave into the water and filtering the substance from it. She lifted it clear of the water and dumped it into the bucket still in her hands. Sweat beaded her forehead again and she leaned over the first well. She took a deep breath, then added strands to make the weave thicker before letting it fall into water still in the well. This took considerably more effort, and she had to lift the residue out more often. After a little while, she handed the bucket in her hands to Madoc. "Take this to the Wise Ones and see if they can identify it. I will stay and continue cleaning it out of the water." ~Mordre
  10. Sweat beaded her brow and she lost track of time. She vaguely noted that Madoc had returned, but paid him to mind other than that as she tried to find whatever was in the water that was different than the water itself. She tried weaves of Air, Water, and Spirit in different forms and had no luck with any of them. In irritation, she lashed out at the water with a weave of Fire and boiled it out of the bucket before falling back on the dirt in frustration. "I can't isolate it," she muttered, closing her eyes against the sun and the man waiting for her to have some magical answer to everything. "I know it's there, but I can't separate it from the water." ~Mordre
  11. Edana shook her head at the suggestion of an Aes Sedai. He knew how she felt about that idea. "Practicing with a sword is much safer," she quipped, turning her glass in circles on the table without picking it up. "Maybe she's crackers, but maybe she has a point. Some things you work towards and some things can't be forced or practiced. Would you have pursued Loraine if she turned away from you? You don't strike me as the sort, Kynwric. When things are right, they work, and when they're not, they won't. That's not to say that relationships aren't work, because they are, but there has to be something worth saving before you start fighting for it. Can you imagine being bonded to a woman who used you like a tool? Treated you like furniture? Some of the warders in that Tower have exactly that! They're miserable and can't even hide THAT from their Aes Sedai." She sighed and finally took a drink from the glass, but didn't lower it to the table again. "I can't be trapped that way, I'll never survive it." She held up a hand at the look on his face and sighed. "Yeah, I know. Getting to know her before you agree to it will go a long way in keeping that from happening and bonding someone who doesn't treat you that way is an option..." she rolled her hand as if to say, yada, yada, yada, then sighed. "It's not for me," she said flatly. "I'm a Guard. Have always been a guard, will always be a guard. I don't mind the wall, I don't mind protecting people I don't know, and I don't even mind being hauled across the countryside helping someone find or fight something they think is a good enough reason to die. But I do it because I choose to. Not because someone forced me to." ~Edana
  12. Mordre glared at him. He made it sound so easy and she truly wanted to throttle him until he understood that it wasn't as easy as all that. She waved him away. "Check the others, I will see what I can do," she muttered, folding her legs under her and formed a weave of Water and sank it angrily into the bucket in front of her. ~Mordre
  13. Edana lifted her glass at that. "I tried that once. To say it ended badly is a painful understatement." She took a drink and set her glass down again, looking out the window. "Most men are intimidated by me and the ones who aren't consider me more of a sister than a potential partner. My Aunt used to say that when things are meant to be they will happen. Perhaps it's just not meant to be." She shrugged and smirked. "Can you imagine me settling down and raising a family?" She snorted. ~Edana
  14. Edana opened her mouth to complain about his taking the bottle, then shook her head. "And you answer questions like an Aes Sedai, Warder," she smirked. She took a drink and set the glass down, but didn't let go of it. "Your stakes and mine are slightly different, as are our methods of emptying our heads of... what did you call them? Useless notions? I prefer beating them into annoyances or drinking them under the table. Sometimes they're useless enough to require both." She sighed, swirling the whiskey in her glass. "A woman should be so lucky as to have a man as devoted as you are to your wife, Kynwric. I wonder how my life would've been different had I found one, myself." She snorted and lifted the glass again. "Alas, I probably drank more than he and bested him with my fists long ago and now he has no use for me." ~Edana
  15. Mordre looked down at the water again and sighed. "I don't know what it is, Madoc. I'm not sure I can isolate it without knowing what it is." She looked away, towards the other bucket. "Perhaps I can figure it out with time and then separate it from the other things. I'm not even sure it's not something that's always been in the water..." ~Mordre
  16. Edana smirked across the table at Kynwric. "A practice you also follow closely, Master Kynwric?" she grinned at him, refilling her glass. "Dare I wonder at what useless notions drift across your head that require emptying?" ~Edana
  17. Mordre smirked at his hand waving, shaking her head. She chewed her lip, trying to match a weave she knew to what he was asking her to do. While she thought about it, she sent the bucket down into the hole and raised it back up again, filled with water. It was still at a decent level in the well, so there was that. I smelled the water and didn't detect anything. The chewing grew more frustrated as she tested the water inside the bucket with a weave of Air, wishing she knew a weave to identify other... She twisted her head, her eyes focusing on the water in the bucket and sent the weave through it again. She set the bucket down without dumping it back into the well and did the same for the next well as he walked away from it. "Madoc," she said softly. "There is something in the water, but I cannot identify what it is. I have no idea whether it is usually in the water or not, because I have never done this to our water before now." She twisted a weave of Earth and Spirit together and eased it into the walls of the well she was standing by, trying to find something that felt like what was in the water. She shook her head as she looked back at him. "There is nothing in the well, itself, that matches whatever this is." She handed him the bucket and pointed back to the first well. "It feels the same as whatever is in that one, though." ~Mordre
  18. Edema tilted her head at him, lowering her glass. "You would do most of that for her even if you weren't bonded, Kynwric. I can hardly use your bond as a measuring stick. Those kinds of relationships don't come around every day." She shook her head, then, looking down at her fingers curled around the glass. "I don't know that my confidence will ever be such that I feel I've earned that blade. I'll wear it, though perhaps after having one more fitting my fighting style made, to pay my respects to the man who lost it. That it all. My father's sword held the same respect in my eyes, and maybe they both need to occupy more space on my wall than in my head." She raised her glass again. "I'll never stop working on getting closer to earning it. Never." ~Edana
  19. Mordre watched him run off, nodding. She followed, much slower, thinking of all the ways the well could be compromised and trying to match weaves that would negate them in her head. She didn't know nearly enough of these and she was chewing her lip as she caught up with him. "Are we too late?" she asked, already embracing the One Power to begin a weave. ~Mordre
  20. Edana snorted, shaking her head. "Every time I've been close to someone, they nearly destroy me trying to get away. I don't think I'll ever trust anyone that much, again." She took a slow drink. "I will protect them all, bonded or not. I swore my oath to protect the Tower, defend every single one from the newest recruit to the oldest Aes Sedai. More than that, though..." She shook her head and,set the glass down. "I am not sure I'd survive anything else." Sandre leaving had brought all of the defeated emotions to the fore again, the lash of pain so familiar to the betryal of her brothers. She eyed the blade, again, still laying on the table. They would claim she had beguiled the owner, somehow, and, thus, not have earned the blade. Was that why she had such a hard time accepting it? "I've never earned anything in my life that I wasn't degraded by those around me for. I've become accustomed to everyone thinking I'm not worthy, I suppose. It's hard to accept that maybe I am. To be honest, I'm not sure I want to be worthy of more. It only paints a larger target on your back..." ~Edana
  21. Mordre shook her head. "Podien," she said softly. "He took the duty of repairing the wall, so they are either his or he knows who the belong to. I have been distracted with my studies, so, more than that, I do not know." Not that she would've known those answers before becoming a Wise One, truthfully. It is something one of the others should've been able to supply, however. ~Mordre
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