I'm now officially on LOA.

probably till end of this year...

I'm on LOA currently and probably will be for few months still

I hope to RP in the future, though...

I'm following WT Div semi actively. 

Read and understood!

(I hope I'm not late answering...)

still around...

"Why, yes of course" she answered politely, and they turned walking side by side towards the Lillian's room. As they walked, Deiria continued polite conversation:

"Yes, your dress is more proper than mine is, for the evening like this. But after wearing so many years silk, it is hard to wear anything else. Even after years of education in the Tower there are always something that the Tower cannot root out of us. My weakness - may I say so - is an anything or nothing - the newly raised was probably too polite to let it show. wearing silk in every occation" she laughed merrily. The whole thing she said was - of course - a joke. Every sister had many weakness, faults, specialities or oddities and older the grew, more peculiar ones they had. She raised an eyebrow slightly and watched Lillian curiously. Only a faint glimpse of smile on Lillian's face. That could me

The door was opened to Lillian's room. Deiria's room looked pretty much the same. Plain White Tower decoration and furniture. Not a single furniture was really plain in the Tower really - save the ones novices' and accepteds' have. During the years in the Tower, she had needed only a little and had stayed mainly in the Tower. No courtains from Mayene or vases from Tarabon. Now, it was still like it. She had been forced to leave in haste having only clothes she was wearing. Her things and belonings were still in Cairhien, and probably she was not going to fetch them any time soon. She had sent instructions to her maids to close the house for good and paid them nice redundancy payment. <i>Stupid</i> the thought pushed through, but to Lillian she showed her smile and seated at the small nicely decorated table with a pair of chairs.

Deiria Sha'Veer

White sister

The sun light was only a rim in the horizon, the day was turning to night and darkness soon fell upon the Tower. Deiria leaned on the balcony railings. From this side of the tower you didn't see the huge dragonmount and you could watch the view over the roofs, the city and over the river to the horizon for hours. It was a good place to think or just leave all your thoughts aside. Deiria was very glad that this balcony was a part of white ajah quarters. Cold wind played games with Deiria's long hair which she liked to keep loose. Only small decorative pearl hair clip on the other side to keep few stubborn hair locks away from her eyes.

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. Home she thought in relief. Hurriedly she had left Cairhien and barely alive. How stupid she had been, she scolded herself. Luckily she had met a wisdom from a village nearby. Without her she probably had been killed. Stupid! She inhaled again. Sweet air of the Tower. She had not realised how much she missed the Tower until she saw the high peak of the Dragonmount and the sight of the Tar Valon rising from the horizon. She had stopped her horse and cried, deep purifying cry. She had been lost for so many years. Answers she found from Cairhien betrayed her. The Tower had been in front of her, a days ride ahead, but it was there, unbreakable and always the same. And Mother always welcomed her children back home, she took care of them - always.

It was dark and getting cold when Deiria left the balcony and closed the door behind her. Even Aes Sedai didn't feel the heat or cold, she could get ill and her simple white dress was not suitable for ourdoors. The silky dress was simple, but elegant. The bust of it was more proper for a green, perhaps, but after so modest dresses she wore in Cairhien it was refreshing. And what other's thought of it was like a whining of a bee to her ears. When she turned she found newly raised Lillian Sedai just in front of her - was she coming or going?

"Evening, Sister" she said politely.

Deiria

Returned to the Tower

OOC: feedback is received :D you may take this to what ever direction you want...

OOC: there, enjoy! I'll fix it later if there is something to be fixed...

Deiria hugged Lillian, new white sister warmly. The journey had begun for her, the very same journey herself had started years and years ago. New Aes Sedai is an empty book, and it is Ajah's duty to fill it she thought dryly. Funnily, she didn't remember which one had said that at her raising ceremony. Maybe it had been Rosahna Sedai, it would be so like her. Or was it Leah?

Everyone wanted to welcome new sister and Deiria stepped backwards. She wanted to give space for others. Some she did knew better and had missed their company in Cairhien and some she knew only vaguely. New sister Lillian she didn't know at all. All she knew was she gained sisterhood verly slowly - being in the farm a year as a novice (OOC: am I correct?). Deiria had left the tower that time - for good she had thought back then. She tightened the shawl around her. She had not dressed it since she had left. The shawl felt strange after these years, but somehow she was now very complete. Like a small missing piece had been returned to her.

The group of white dressed women turned to leave to the White Ajah Quarters. The place they called home, it was home of every white sister, the heart of white ajah. Deiria had always thought the quarters was friendly and it had calming effect. Once she had stood there watching it, trying to imprint every tile, every painting, everything onto her mind. She had left to Cairhien to find herself, and had found - what? Deiria didn't know. Few sisters talked Lillian merrily, they knew her of course and were joyous of her choice. She understood, she was a stranger here. Lillian seemed to be happy and afraid of what would be ahead, even she did try to hid it rather well - after the Aes Sedai test it was difficult to control yourself. No-one could do it.

Deiria Sedai

Returned to the tower

Congrats!!!!

I'm soft of here from now on...

:D

Eden looked around and she was puzzled. The city looked familiar. She was sure she had never been here, but still she knew these curvy stone paved streets they were riding. This is so odd she thought. When she closed her eyes, she knew exactly the look of each circle, where to buy silk or sell your gold, where to go if you wanted assassin, which tavern to settle your self. She knew the place like she had been living there. But she knew for sure had never been here. Very odd.

They were riding together, only Duram and Eden. He had asked Eden to come with him to the City while rest of the small group they had was still cleaning and arranging the place, small estate Duram had bought a week ago. He had managed to fix the place mostly, but it had still a lot of work to be done. Eden didn't like or hate the place. Duram had asked that when she had arrived two days ago, like Duram had been anxious to show the place to her, and like her opinon had a meaning. It had amazed Eden. She was good when he was. It didn't matter if they had silks on they bed or just plain straws. Silks were more comfortable, she had to admit though. At one time even straws would have been luxurious. Instinctively she touched her riding skirt, just to feel the silk. But today they didn't wear them. They needed to blend to the crowd. She even had a veil.

"Oh, yes. I'm fine. It must be this hot and dusty air" she lied to Duram, who came riding beside her. She brushed tiny disobedient lock of hair away from her eyes and smiled to him. She didn't know why they were here and Duram didn't bother to tell her too much. She could guess, though, and she had become more and more clever guessing Duram's intentions. Not that she really cared, but she had to fill her days someway. She felt guilty for a heartbeat. Why she had to sneak the man she loved? She felt good with him, and that should be enough. Duram had his plans, and sharing them with Eden was not one of them. She followed him, served him, bed with him, and most importantly loved him. He was her world, and she happily spun around it. Living without him was something too terrible to think about. Pushing uneasy thoughts aside, she concentrated to listen Duram's words. He told her about the city, its history, geography and politics - most of those Eden already knew, but she nodded to Duram and listened carefully. Some of his words brought flick of images to her mind - like the panarch palace of which Duram extensive told, she knew she had always liked it - but could not know why. It was like bad joke. She could not remember anything of her life before Duram, and suddenly she has a memories of something she surely knew wasn't hers. Probably I am becoming mad she thought plainly and glanced up to the hot and dusty sun.

The ride continued while Duram and Eden talked merrily. Until suddenly Duram stopped by a house. It had many floors and its windows and the door needed fixing urgently. It was a place to avoid. The whole area was a place to avoid. They left their horses outside and Duram set somekind of ward on them. Otherwise lonely fine horses would find new owners when they turned their back.

"Why are we here?" Lillen's awareness pushed through Eden's. She urged to know. She demaned to know. She had been away too long and she wanted to know how the plan was progressing. She hated to trust Duram, but she really didn't have any choice. She couldn't act, she couldn't do much. Using Eden was only way to the world. She shivered. She hated Eden with every cell she had - and the cells were not even hers. She shivered again...

-Eden/Moggy

PS. if there is something to fix, let me know.... the knowledge of the city comes from the moggy of course ;)

Welcome back!

Anton led the way and Sharalen followed. The streets were strange to her, but they were heading to south, or so she thought. She had not seen much of Caemlyn yet, even she had been in the city long time. She knew only the rough neighbourhood of her inn. It was funny, for a girl like her. The door stood there, and they stood in front of it. It seemed to try to be as little noticeable as possible, and succeeded well. It didn't attract you to knock, on the contrary, you might want to hasten your steps to pass by. Anton didn't notice the door's attempts to be drive them away but knocked, and a girl opened it. Sharalen shook the image of the unwelcoming door away and stepped in, following Anton and the girl, Rakel, as Anton called her, into the kitchen.

That was very interesting information Sharalen thought while sipping her second cup of tea. She probably is forced to send a word to her family to avoid troubles. They have to withdraw the reward. It will cause too much troubles to her. She could count few people who would know her, and would be too much interested about the money. Simean, the man who had brought her here in the first place. Adventurer and the one who might need easy coins. And not to mention the men working for him. Notorious, every one of them. Deep in her thoughts, she had not noticed Rakel's leaving and entering the room. Anton's words of Rakel faded somewhere behind her concience... She startled when a pouch of coin were tossed to her and all her troubled thoughts dissappared.

"Peace! All the money?!" she exlaimed "Are you sure you don't want your share?" she asked tenth time and when Anton once again refused she jumped to hug him and cave a short kiss. She hugged Rakel too, although she didn't know her. Sharalen was too thrilled to notice the girl tensing. Then the silence took place, and everyone feeled awkward. Sharalen watched her toes and tried to find a place for the pouch. She urged to say something, anything, but didn't know what. A good bye, she was sure, but the words didn't come out. The candles flickered on the table creating eerie figures on the people in front of her. She tried to memorize them, to memorize Anton, her one and only friend in this city. She was sure this was a last sight of him, and she didn't not know what to say! She could have picked selected lines from the etiquette education she had received years, but it would have been absurd.

"Well..." she started to break the silence. She just had to say something "I suppose this it is: a good bye" she wiped her sweaty hand on her clothes and offered it for a shake. "Have a nice journey to north...and if you ever stop by in Shienar, visit my father to get that damn reward. I'm sure he is very happy to hear his lovely daughter causing troubles at the trading market and living in an inn like Andor's Hope is..."

***

Back in her room in Andor's Hope staring the ceiling, alone. She had paid the room only for this night. Tomorrow she would move to somewhere else, and she would buy some decent clothes. Her true arrival as a lady to the city needed some thinking and arranging...but....she would think about that tomorrow...tomorrow....

Sharalen

PS. It's not great, I'm rusty :roll: Too much fancy words for a post like this, I think... *lol* Anyways, if you want to reply to this, go on, but it is not necessary

Congratulations :D :D :D :D :!: :!: :!: :!:

Shaidar Haran. It - no, He was gone now. As much she hated to be forced to listen and obey a myrdraal, it made her amused.

Fine, let the Dragon Reborn be under Dark Lord's protection. I wonder what he would say after finding that out she though. She didn't want to be near him right now, anyway. Not that she feared him, or anything. She simply had other plans.

The absurdity of the very moment was something unexperienced. A myrdraal keeping the Chosen in his hand and giving orders to them! She just had to laugh! She let others think what ever they wanted, when smiling openly as Duram joined her. But the smile faded faster than a heart beat after hearing what Osan'gar wanted to share with them. His plans to destroy white tower with a angreal was useless and pointless.

What a stupid idea!, she thought and probably said it out loud. She didn't have much desires to deal with the Tower, but with that random attack Osan'gar would not gain anything. Duram was right, it only gave troubles to other's and the outcome of this is utterly unpredictable.

"You fools!" she said to Aginor and Asmodean "That powerful angreal and the fact Caladesh is too skillful with his powers reveals instantly that this is not just a ordinary mad man or a Black Tower fellow. There aren't many of those precious things lying around, remember? The angreal and Caladesh himself points too directly to us, the Chosen. Surely you don't believe that this so-called-amyrlin haven't noticed us or at least some of us walking free already. And after this attack, she is sure of it"

"I think I've had enough of this farce" she snorted loud and left, not after Duram since he was probaly seeking Eden, but else where in the world of Dreams, to the place where she could think her future plans alone and in quiet.

great to see you around :D

Yeah, and congrats to Halvie too :D

Congrats Robin!!!

Welcome back!!!

OOC: Moghedien's body was destroyed but her mind was transfered to another body, her name is Eden. You have not seen Moggy since. Now, she is very tall and has long blond hair tied to a pony tail...

Moghedien shivered, not because it was cold - here, where she was, was never too cold or warm. She just didn't want to meet every Chosen like this - looking like this. If she was suppose to meet only the Chosen ones, she could have been like she used to be, the look and body she had had thousands of years. But she was too afraid to transform her look now: HE had called them to the meeting and HE might not like it. She didn't want to get punished because of that! So, she was forced to use Eden's body and look.

She looked at Eden's - no! her own hands. The fingers were too long and slim. That woman don't have any character and willpower, she thought, even her fingers are bland. Sour (and childish) thouhts annoyed her mind making her even more cross and nervous. She was sure everyone had arrived already, and hoped she was not too late. She wondered if that peculiar myrdraal was there too. He made her uneasy - not it, she used to think every myrdraal as not human - but that myrdraal was something different. He was too human to be just 'it'. He defenitely had strange powers to be just a messenger. She bit nervously her fingernails, something she had never done before, and something Eden never did. I have to go now! She sighed deeply, then shaked all deperate thoughts and feelings away and focused on what she was and why she was called Moghedien. At least Eden had not stolen my mind! I'm Moghedien, one of the greatest, one of the Chosen!!, she strengened herself before stepping in to the place they were suppose to meet.

She stepped in, but no-one noticed her. They were too focused to chatting with each other, or perhaps 'chatting' had too affirmative tone. They didn't like and they didn't trust each other, and every time there was a chance to remark, they took it cladly.

Or, perhaps they were chatting, times change and she herself had been forced to join with Be'lal - of course other's didn't know it, and they did their best to hide that. To her amazement, she noticed being glad about the alliance. ...Was that her own feeling? Or was that cursed woman, Eden, pushing her thoughts through Moghedien's mind.

"Have you lost your touch, darlings?" She said aloud "...just anyone could slip here without you noticing it..."

They turned and looked totally strange, very tall and blond, woman in front of them. Women grabbed the source, and Moghedien was sure men did that too. Even Duram looked suprised, very well acting, she had to admit.

"Take it easy! I'm Moghedien" she said but could see their doubtful faces and glares. "There was this unfortunete accident, I got killed" she said bluntly making it sound a joke, and in strange way it was a joke, and continued "I was restored, but not to my own body, but to this very unconvenient body" She hid the bitterness well, but probably this charming group was not fooled.

"Anyway, it is your problem if you don't believe" she turned to the table with drinks and took some "HE will surely punish me if I got lost to wrong jubilee..."

Moghedien

Appearance is done :D

*steps in*

I'm here!

I'm here!!!

All right! Thanks Robin!

I didn't spot it there... :(

*lol*

So, it's you who have stolen the i from the whte tower-board title as well...

... is the board name incorrectly or purposefully written Whte Tower???

James, your siggie is absolutely great!!!

but wait!!! Women are never right.... *grins*

Anyway, it's great to be back home ...