*lets Minion Snuggles his master*

And after your done I'll show you the proper way to snuggles Rae.

*snuggles Rae everytime he can* But I'll still share a bit if needed. :P

*snuggles back*

*thinks Rae her snuggles are the best*

Make a new Topic about it so they all will know :P

Gratz.

8)

*wants to say something but leaves it be*

She told me she will :P

I bet I can get her to give me a snuggle. 8)

*wants one of Rae her famous snuggles to*

*is immuum now and only thinks about Raena*

*wants to be immuum to so wonders if he can join in* :roll:

*hopes he finds his MUSE really quick*

*sighs* TY :)

I wanted to apologize for the time I've been away whithout telling it here first (mostly to the person i was writing with).

I had some personal problems, a computer who didnt love me anymore and some other weird stuff.

I'm back on the boards now but not continueing my writing yet. I kinda lost my inspiration a bit. Maybe it will come back and maybe it won't, only time can tell.

I wanted to apologize for the time I've been away whithout telling it here first (mostly to the person i was writing with).

I had some personal problems, a computer who didnt love me anymore and some other weird stuff.

I'm back on the boards now but not continueing my writing yet. I kinda lost my inspiration a bit. Maybe it will come back and maybe it won't, only time can tell.

"Not everything comes easy and this is hard, but try to start with one emotion, a strong one and focus it on the flame. Then keep adding them slowly, one step at the time, you will get there."

Nodding his agreement, Jeryl closed his eyes again and started picturing a flame in his mind again. After hitting a fly that was bothering him he emptied his mind so only he and the flame were there. Thinking about how to "feed" his emotions into the flame he got distracted and needed to clear him mind all over again.

After some time he was alone with the flame again. Frustration was the first emotion to go into the flame. "I just few my frustration to the flame" he said to Liitha in an existed rush. "Sorry I'll continue."

Knowing now how to "feed" his emotions to the flame its was rather easy to do, so after some minutes he had his mind clear. The only thing that existed was he and the flame. "Ok my mind is clear and I fed all my emotions to the flame. What do I do now?" He asked with a real calm tone.

Jeryl hoped she didn't think he was trying to get her drunk or something. He didn't know how she could hold her alcohol but getting her drunk wasn't the reason of buying the next couple of drinks. The fact that he promised to buy her a drink and that she bought one for him first wasn't that easy on him. He was a man of his word and when he promises something he held on to that promise. His father always told him that keeping a promise was just as important as washing behind your ears. That was just a joke he knew but still it pointed out the importance of keeping a promise. His father seemed to have a weird sense of humour though. Softly laughing he looked at Dilora with her cute smile and beautiful eyes. "I can get lost in those eyes." He thought. "Maybe I should ask her if I can come with her on the road, she seems to be good company and I think she won't ask me for much money I think."

"I hope you have good needles, the ones that aren't hard to keep clean and of good quality steel, because I won't settle for less. Good tools are half the work. And good dyes and inks keep there colour longer and don't fade from sunlight, also they are easier to use because they don't dry out that fast." He said with a smile. "Everybody knew that you would cut yourself faster with a blunt knife than with a good sharp knife. It is the same with needles for tattooing, well not actually the same because you can't really cut yourself with needles. You could kill someone with a needle though, if you wanted. But needles aren't for killing, they're for tattooing and nothing else. If I needed killing a knife would do or a dagger of some sorts." "I'm sorry lost myself in my thoughts again, I tend to do that sometimes." He said with a smile to Dilora.

Waving for the serving maid for another drink he looked at Dilora and asked her, "So what where you planning to get for lunch then? I was planning to go home for lunch, it's free there and my mother is a good cook. You can join me if you want?" taking a sip of his fresh new drink he started to think on what kind of tattoo she would like. Maybe a rose or something, maybe she even had her own drawing already. If not he could always make one especially for her so she would be the only one who would wear it. "And as for that tattoo, I can always come up with a good drawing. Or maybe you have one already? So just tell me what you want and I can make it for you. I always like a new challenge and I never turn a customer down. Also I make tattoos on almost every part of the body so you can have it almost everywhere you want." He said with a slight smile.

The inn was getting really crowded now. It already was when he entered but now the only seats free in the common room were the seats at their table. "If we are going to want privacy I think we'd best go to my home for lunch because it's really getting a bit to crowded for my comfort here." He said as a man walked up to their table and asked if one of the seats was free.

"Now close your eyes and clear your mind. Picture the image of a flame and concentrate only on the image of the flame. Once you have done this begin feeding your emotions into the flame one by one. Once you have done this you achieve you will enter a new place where the outside world does not touch you."

Jeryl nodded while Liitha lay back in the grass. As he crossed his legs in front of him and laid his hands on his knees. He closed his eyes and he was thinking on how he would ever accomplish this.

Picturing the image of a flame wasn't that hard. He had sat at the table in his parent's home looking at a flame more then often, seeing it flicker and dance around on top of the candle. Concentrating on that flame wasn't hard either neither was clearing his mind. But "feeding all your emotions to that flame" was something else.

After some futile tries he opened his eyes and said to Liitha, "Picturing the flame isn't that hard and neither is clearing my mind and focus on the flame. But how do I feed all my emotions into it? I did get all relaxed when I pictured the flame and cleared my mind but that's about it."

"Pardon me for being so rude, I'm Trerlyn Sovaryn. I'm a painter and tattooist, got my own shop right here in Caemlyn." He answered. "And I thought I was going to buy you something to drink not the other way around. Well the next one is on me." Taking another sip of his ale, the one she paid for him, he called for the serving maid again and told her to get them both a new drink. Giving her the money for it he said "and the next 2 drinks are on me to." with a smile to the serving maid and a nod to Dilora.

Watching her drink her drink, the one he got for her as he promised. She looked back at him and gave him a small smile, she had beautiful eyes and a really nice smile. He returned the smile. Maybe he could ask her to make a portrait of her or give her a tattoo. He actually never painted anymore since he had the shop but he knew he could still do it, and she had a face he just had to paint some day. "I'm not going to ask her that right now, she will think I'm flirting with her. And if I'm lucky she will ask me. That way I don't have to ask myself." he thought. He never was any good with woman, or girls when he was younger. He remembered his old sweetheart, they got in fights a lot and never wanted to go through that again. "Well a relationship isn't good without them" His father told him after the last fight he had with her. His parents never had any fights as far as he could tell, maybe the fought when he was asleep or not home or something. Everything seemed perfect in their marriage.

Hearing a man talk about the latest gossip in town, he wondered whether it would be safe to go out of town for a while. Trerlyn didn't have any experience with weapons, he knew how to hold a knife and he could throw one in the sand in front of him. His father taught him how to use one for survival reasons. "Fighting with a knife wasn't a good idea" he told him, "you need a sword for that." So other then slicing his food or using it to carve things in wood he didn't know how to use a knife. And he never even had touched a sword in his live. "Maybe I need to learn how to fight first before I go away." He said to himself in a murmur.

As he looked up from his cup to Dilora he saw her looking questionably at him. "I'm sorry, sort of lost myself in my thoughts there. Would you like another drink?" He gave her no time to respond before he called the serving maid again and ordered another pair of drinks for them. "I got a question. Do you happen to have inks at your wagon? I could use some new colours and I'm almost out of black to. Now that I think of it, I could use a few new needles to." He said after he took a sip of his new ale. He had been staring is his empty cup while thinking about everything and he kind of get a dry mouth from it.

As Jeryl walked out of the barracks, which were going to be his home for a long time, he realized that the sun was up already. He had his trainee uniform on and it fit him perfectly, he only had to get used to a uniform. The last few weeks or was it months? He couldn't even remember how long he had been here already. He had worn the uniform and still he couldn't get used to it completely. "Its just one of those things I have to get used to I guess." He said in a thoughtful murmur.

With his sword on his back with the lion head pommel sticking over his right shoulder he thought, "Should I even have brought my sword today? I never actually asked Liitha if I should bring it to every lesson, I just always did. I'll have to ask her that today." It was a nice day with the sun just above the horizon and a clear blue sky, well clear overhead and some white clouds in the distant. "A nice day for training." He said as he walked over to Liitha. She sat at the tree the talked the first day he met her, as she did every day. "Good morning" He said as she greeted him.

"Today you will be choosing your philosophy, the choice is between the Flame and the Void, and the Spring. I'll be telling you a little of both and then leave you to ponder which you think will suit you better." He nodded and waited for her to continue.

"The Flame and the Void focus on pushing all disrupting thoughts out of your mind to leave you in a void of emotionless when you fight or need to otherwise focus. On the opposite you have the spring which will learn you to embrace your emotions, you will feed of your emotions while fighting." "Well I never actually been good with emotions so I guess I'll want to learn the "Flame and the Void" then, if that's ok with you? Maybe I can use it in other situations besides fighting as well. Situations which needs concentration I mean, I don't think embracing my emotions is good in those situations." He said thoughtfully.

It was morning in Caemlyn when Trerlyn woke up. The sun was just above the horizon as he walked down the stairs of his parent's home and into his shop. Well actually the shop was his parent's. The curtains were still closed because it wasn't opened yet but in over two hours the shop would be open and some people would come to get a tattoo. Walking to the kitchen he thought about how many customers he would get today, as business was slow the last few weeks and he really was starting to think about getting his business on the road. When he entered the kitchen his mother was working on breakfast and his father was probably on the road already, as he did early the last few months. "What's for breakfast this morning mother?" He asked as he sat down at the table. "Bread, bacon and goats milk. The same is it was when you where younger." She replied with a smile. "What are you going to do today Trerlyn? Because you've been open for ten days straight now, so I guess you're not opening the shop today?" Trerlyn looked questioning at his mother while she said "ten days". "It seems I've lost track of time the last few days mother, has it really been ten days?" He replied as she nodded and put a plate in front of him with his breakfast. "I think I'm going to go out into the city today then, maybe even out of the city. It's been a while since I've been out of the city. I really miss being on the road, and because of the shop I didn't have time to go with father." She nodded as she set down on her chair with her breakfast in front of her. They ate in silence as they usually did.

"I'll be home before lunch mother." He said as he closed the door behind him, only vaguely catching her reply. Walking on the streets he walked on as a little child, "It seems only yesterday I chased Ben through these streets while we where playing." He thought while taking out his purse to count how many crowns he had on him. Looking around if anyone saw he quickly put it back in his coat pocket. Ben was the childhood friend he always played with. "I think I'll go to an inn to see if there are any new rumours in the city." He said to himself in a murmur. The city was full or rumours the last year and the one stranger then the other. He actually never really believed rumours because they where different every time he heard them. The sun was shining this morning when he woke up, but now it was hidden behind thick grey clouds. "It will start to rain in a couple of hours." he thought. "I think I shouldn't have chosen these clothes" He told himself softly with a smile that didn't touch his eyes. They where his best clothes, a bright red coat and a pair of brown breeches. "I need to find an inn before the clouds break." He said.

Walking through the city a while he remembered a good inn called "The White Rose of Caemlyn". He wasn't far from it, only a couple of blocks away. Thinking on what to do in the afternoon he walked to the "The White Rose of Caemlyn". The common room of the inn was a bit crowded, so there were only a few seats left for him to sit, one at a table with a couple of guys who were playing dice and 3 at another table. He didn't really feel like playing dice this morning so he went to the other table. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" he asked the woman who sat at the table. Leaving now room for her to answer he sat down. "You look like you could use a drink, can I buy you one?"

"Firstly... yes you will be able to keep that for as long as you serve in the yard, and though some of it might look plain we have one of the best blacksmiths there is, so as to answer who to go to for getting an own sword it would be our own blacksmith I would think.

Secondly... as long as you train hard and stay on your aim becoming a warder there is no reason you shouldn't learn what that gaidin over there is doing and probably much more, for those who want it this I would say is probably one of the best places to learn the skill it would take to earn the herons.

Now for eagerness, we all can understand that, most has been at one time, just don't let it control you, you have much to learn and it will take time. If you see in your room there should be a box at the end of your bed, in there you can put your stuff and there should also be a couple trainee uniforms, you are expected to wash them yourself and keep them clean so that you are always representable."

Jeryl fumbled his sword hilt and examined the blade as Liitha answered his questions. "I'll try to keep my mind focussed and not become overly eager." He said as he picked up his bow from his side and examined it. It was a nice short ivory bow with little carvings on the sides of birds, which he didn't recognize. "I don't even know how to wash. My mother always did that, and after she died one of the maids who worked at the inn did it, sometimes my sister helped to." With a sad face he wondered whether his father was alright. "He's all alone now you know, my father is. And I haven't seen him in over a year. But enough of that, there's nothing I can do about it now can I? Can you teach me how to take care of these weapons?"

Hearing the people in the training yard practise with there wooden swords and talking, made him want to join them and skip the whole "taking care of his weapons" part. But that wasn't a smart thing to do. Even he knew that taking good care of your equipment is more important than actually knowing how to use them, and he wanted especially to take good care of the sword he picked out in the armoury. Picking the sword up again he said "I think I want to start with learning about taking care of my sword. But first I think I would like to finish my lunch."

While he chewed on a piece of salted meat he started thinking about how everything would go from here on, how long his training would take and who he was going to be bonded by. He had never actually seen an Aes Sedai before coming to Tar Valon. And his first encounter with an Aes Sedai was still a bit of a blur to him. It was when he entered the city and he still couldn't believe how great the city looked. He had heard tales of it but actually seeing it was a whole different thing. While he walked in the streets he accidentally bumped into a woman in a green silk dress, because he was staring at the buildings more then actually paying attention to the road. That was all he could remember, and the only reason he knew she was Aes Sedai was because he couldn't get an age to her face. The first time he looked he thought she was 25 and the second time she looked 20 years older. That still seemed strange to him. "How can a woman look 25 at the first glance and 45 at the second?" He thought. Hurriedly he tried to think of something else but at the moment nothing else could come up in his mind. "I'll get used to it I guess."

After eating a few grapes and another slice of bread with cheese and emptying a cup of lemonade, he stood up and said "I think I'm ready for my training now." while he dusted of some crumbs of his clothes.

As they walked to the tree all kind of questions got in his head, where to start first. "I think I will just call you Liitha then because that is your name." He said as he was pouring himself a glass of lemonade. Grabbing some cheese, bread and salted meat he thought about what to ask next and what he was expecting from the yard. "Actually I expect nothing, well I do expect to finish my training and become a warder but that's an expectation I have from myself and not from the yard."

His father always told him that he couldn't count on others for good things to happen and if he really wanted something he needed to do it himself, with the help of others some times. But still he needed to do it himself because; you couldn't count on others to always go in the same direction as your own. "I want to become a warder." He told himself in a murmur.

Fumbling his sword hilt he thought of buying a sword of his own someday, one that was specially made for him by a blacksmith. That thought made him think about money, whether he would get paid by the yard or the tower. "This sword I picked, can I keep it or do I have to give it back after my training? I was thinking of letting a sword made for myself one day, do you know a good blacksmith? One that isn't that expensive because I don't have that much money."

Being so occupied by his thoughts he almost forgot his lunch in front of him. As he put some cheese on his bread and took a bite he saw a warder do some exercises in front of his class, "Am I going to learn that to?" he said with his mouth full of bread and cheese. "I'm sorry for that; I think it's my eagerness." He said after he emptied his mouth.

It was a nice day with a clear blue sky and some white clouds on the horizon, the perfect weather to go out riding he thought. "What about my clothes? Can I still wear my own clothes? And my other belongings, can I keep them to?" His eagerness was taking hold of him again.

"The only experience I have with fighting is the occasional fistfights I had when I was a bit younger." Jeryl replied as his mentor opened the door to the armory. That made him think of one of the times he got in a fight. Some boy bullied his sister and he had helped her, he got a bloody nose and a couple of bruises from it but luckily it was one of the fights he won.

As he walked in he saw more weapons than he had ever seen in his whole live, and then some more. "I can choose any weapon I want?" He asked as he walked through the armory. When he saw her nodding he strolled up and down the racks against the walls and in the middle of the room, sometimes picking up a bow and the other time picking up a katana or some other sword.

Then his eyes fell on an Iron long sword on a rack he just walked by. It had a brown leather hilt with a polished iron pommel in the form of a lions head "Mother always said I reminded her of a Lion." He said to himself in a murmur. "Now all I need is a nice bow and I'll be ready I think." He said more loudly as he walked to the section with all the bows.

As he walked up and down the racks stacked with bows of different sizes and sorts, he picked a few up and put them down again after examining them a bit. When he found a Short ivory bow which he thought was good for riding with so he picked it up and took it with him.

"I'm finished I think, can I wear this sword on my back? And what do I call you? What are we going to do now?" He asked eagerly and fast leaving no room for his mentor to answer, as he walked to the doors of the armory fumbling his sword hilt.