Crossing the bridge from Alindaer onto the island of Tar Valon, Korryn Wynn briefly touched his pack one last time. The letter in there from his commander in the Whitebridge Watch was his only avenue to the Master at Arms for the Warders of Tar Valon. Working his way through the crowd of passers-by on the streets, Korryn took a few hours to wander. He had a hunch that he would have little time for sightseeing once his training started. Shops and homes mingled the streets, both similar to and eerily different from Whitebridge. Oh, everything was larger, of course. Calling Whitebridge a town was a generous gesture. Caemlyn had nearly sent Korryn's mind off into hiding with its immense walls, beautiful palace, and endless throng of people. Tar Valon was grander by far, but mainly because of the White Tower itself. From afar, the shops and houses on the island looked like any you would expect to find across the breadth of Andor. It wasn't until one approached that the detail and craftsmanship of the structures were revealed. Cornices that would be plain stone in Whitebridge looked like growing trees, flowing water, or flocks of birds taking flight. The images were carved into the stone itself, but it looked like their subjects could take flight, or flow out into the street at any moment.

After nearly two hours of walking the streets, Korryn glimpsed a training yard through a gap in the buildings. His delight at the city itself could not compete with his desire, so close to realization now, to join the fight against the Shadow. Ducking through alleys and busy thoroughfares, Korryn made his way resolutely towards the yard. As he got closer, the view opened to reveal a barracks near the yard. Pausing on the opposite side of the street, Korryn carefully removed the letter from his pack and then, as he stood, carefully straightened his coat and checked himself for any obvious signs of dirt or wear. He had brought his best clothes along with him, but he wore his training clothes for travel. He had no weapon. The Watch's halberds were purchased by the Queen, and Commander Chakreem had no spare weapons for him to take along. Just a belt knife, some coppers, his pack, a change of clothes, and the letter.

Taking a deep breath, Korryn crossed the street, dodging the carriage that came around the turn as he was halfway across, and then lifted the latch on the simple pedestrian gate and walked towards the lone building on the practice yard. Seeing the door slightly ajar, Korryn knocked and pushed it open, taking a single step into the building.

Bio approved and CC'd by Freelanders. Awaiting instructions on first posting. Excited to begin!

At the end of the last book, Elayne talked about celebrations for the return of Morgase. I figured that, even though she renounced her claim on the Rose Throne, she'd still be something official, and Queen Mother was the only title I could come up with.

I did have my thoughts in italics in the doc on my computer, but I guess I forgot to do that when I sent the text to the email address for the warders!

Thanks for the suggestions!

I submitted a bio via email. I'm not certain if I need to wait for that to be approved and cross-checked before applying for board access. If that is the case, please feel free to ignore this post.

If not, I look forward to catching up on some of the stories and styles while waiting for my bio to be reviewed!