I claimed you with my post, thus I own you. ;D

*plays with Nephi*

Welcome back! Love you tons! *snuggles*

>.>

*claims*

Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*tacklehugs*

Glad you're back, hun!! *snuggles*

She accepted the handkerchief gratefully and cleaned her mouth off. Not knowing what to do with it, she stuffed it into her pouch. She could find uses for it later. She followed Jagen to a seanstress she assumed to be from Tarabon. They had such a ridiculous accent, it was hard to follow the conversation at times. She saw the material and it caught her eyes. That shade of red was gorgeous. She made a mental note to visit this seamstress once she was Aes Sedai.

Jagen Sedai bought some new slippers and a few other odds and ends for Jasmyne to pack around. She didn't mind it all that much. Largely because it was nice and pretty things she got to admire while carrying. They came back to the Tower when it was just getting dark and she carried the load to Jagen's room and dropped them off. "Thank you very much for the lessons, Jagen Sedai, and for the outing. Good day." She bobbed a quick curtsy and was off.

OOC: Thanks Jagen! You rock my socks off! ;D

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,35053.0.html

You're on the list. Elgee will get to it as soon as she can. ;D

Ageless faces. Great Serpent rings. Shawls. The Flame of Tar Valon. White Dresses. Banded dresses. All were things she had been taught to hate since she was old enough to hate. The Blue she was with, Solia, nearly had to push her through the doors of the White Tower. Allrianne felt like crawling out of her skin being around so many women who could channel. Many were novices in their spotless white dresses, but there were handfuls of Aes Sedai here and there. Too many for her taste. Any were too much. Solia guided her down a maze of hallways. A smart Aes Sedai. Had she been leading, Allrianne would have surely bolted for the door. The door out to be specific.

They approached a very large, intricate door and Solia Sedai stopped to give Allri a few "reminders". "Now child, no unnecessary crying, no cursing of Aes Sedai, no whining about wanting to die rather than channel, no digging your fingernails into your arms, and certainly no tantrums." She knocked on the sturdy door and went in without waiting for a reply.

"Good day, Larindhra. I have a girl for your novice books. The heir to House Viventi no less. I have tested her myself and taught her how to embrace the Source, but she only accomplished that once." Allrianne shuddered recalling that horrid memory. The witch was talking about her like one would a trophy. "She appears to have made a block of sorts out of her Whitecloak teachings, so she might need some work done on her. And be sure to keep her away from knives. Her emotions are very unstable and I've caught her many times abusing herself, attempting to take her own life, and trying to run away." All the while, Larindhra had not been able to get a word in edgewise.

Allrianne Viventi

The test of Larindhra's patience

Ikki pondered as Covai spoke. It all made sense, but one part in particular struck him.

You'll need to become a blade for the Dragon before you can become a tonic for a healer.

He imagined himself as a sword. He saw the handle, wrapped in leather. He saw the blade, sharpened to perfection. Then he saw the hilt. A thought ran through his mind. Every sword has a hilt. Comparing it to the Black Tower as a whole, he was that hilt. The stronger men were the blade, doing all the damage. There were men like the M'hael and Covai himself who were the handle, directing the blade. And then there was the hilt, protecting the hand that wields it. He was the hilt.

Ikki mentally prepared to attack. He had heard the legendary skill at dueling Covai possessed. Examining the possibilities, he embraced the Source. Ice and fire rushed through his body and he wove. Dazzling displays of light, much like an Illuminator's firworks, launched at Covai. Thunderclaps sounded around him. The ground shook around the Storm Leader and it started to rain. In hopes of disorienting Covai, he wove Fire and earth and the ground erupted in showers of fire and dirt before trying to shield the man.

Terra let herself be lead to her rooms. They were very dark, but she didn't mind. She was happy with any form of roof over her head. She was too tired to channel, so she felt her way to her bed and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning she found her way into the mess hall after many stops for directions. She ate and found a quiet place to practice channeling.

Days later, she clumsily found her way to the library where Liadin would be waiting. Sure enough, she was there. She gave an awkward curtsy before speaking. "Good morning, Mistress Liadin. I have practiced all week."

OOC: Terra infiltrated Kassian's group and is going to stab them in the back once they start retreating from the big circles the Forsaken are supposed to be leading. Tig made a storm that Arath was going to have Aslan stop. (Did he mention that to you?)

My Allrianne, Christine's Mel, and Tifa's Iorwyn are rooming together! ;D

O_O Oh! This will be fun! Mel and Allri can run away together! And Iorwyn and Allri can hate Aes Sedai together! She's Amadician, you see. ;D

Yes, let's do this! *dances*

Here's another Foretelling:

 

Arath --> <-- Jasmyne

*nods sagely*

I have a new novice that NEEDS to have a roomy or two. There have been a few new ones coming lately, so there should be enough for another set as well. There's Satin and Iorwyn and Kiembal and Mel and I'm sure there 1 or 2 more.

You realize cutting her hair what what made her turn to the Dark One, right? That was back when she was Accepted. Can you imagine the effects now?

I have a Red that I'm sure could be in Sheinar for any absurd reason. In retro, she wanders the world hunting for men to send to be Dreadlords. Oops, did I say that? ;D

She could be there for a drop off and find her with any Green too busy defending the Blightborder to take Mel to Tar Valon.

 

*swots Tigs for name-borrowing*

 

I take it you meant that you borrowed the name from me, at least *grins*  I don't mind though; it's not the exact same as the name of the one I'll eventually bring over, so :D

Not from you, dear Raeyn. I stole it from Well of Ascension. Allrianne Cett(I misspelled it further up) , the Rioter that Breeze is in love with.

DM Handle:Tigara

Character Name: Ikkiliad sur Paendrag

Character Age: Should be about 28 by now

Character Height: 5'4"

Character Build: Very thin and weakish

Character Nationality: Mayener

Physical Description: Short and skinny. Tanned looking skin. Long, jet-black hair held back in a ponytail with two bangs framing the sides of his face. Thin, round glasses only needed when not holding the OP.

Personal traits: Intellectual, indoorsy, kind and gentle, like to Heal people, likes Aes Sedai

Personal Habits: Lurks around the infirmary, drinks when he's tired, weak belly, whines about physical labor.

*coughbumpswanorraeyncomeapprovethisbumpcough*

Ah, let's give Jas another one! ;D She needs to go AS one some poor innocent novice.

Always available, hun. *wink*

He won't have time to make purty flames. He'll be occupied carrying around Jas's train of hair. She hasn't cut it in over 50 years. ;D

Mwhahahaha, poor Satin. Alone in a room with Jehaine and Allriane (Yes, I know I stole the name).

Don't mind me, I'm just on the floor laughing unbearably.

*rolls around holding his sides*

From what I can tell from Encyclopedia WoT, only 5 Asha'man were bonded as Warders. One is not mentioned by name, nor is his bondholder. Each of the others have 1 each. Merise and Beldine are the greens, each with 1 Asha'man warder.

This little Red says no problem.