feel free to!

Well my problem has been, my emails got hacked, and the one attached to DM i got rid of.  so if you sent me any messages, i didnt get them.  and soi tried to get on DM but the site didnt work until today, when i basically reset my computer.  and so i have had to rely on msn.

to top it all off, i have been in bed sick with bronchitis, tonsilitis, and mono.  add on that my old illness with my kidneys perked up and i am juggling a full schedule.... well DM took a back seat for a while.

anyways, ill try a PM to her, and i have posts to post but all these forums are confusing, i dunno where they go.  and no one these days seems to wanna post for my old ajah so im at a lost of what to RP :(  and i was never one for those random RPs with 8 people- could never keep up!

so yeah, trying PM, ill post a few posts asap

Alright, so I am about to give up on DM.  I do not have access to the Yellow Ajah Boards, NONE of my sisters want to RP, my bonded doesn't want to RP, and I cannot get ahold of Andrea to find out if I am still yellow ajah head!  I have like three posts to post that have been waiting near a week, and I cannot seem to get ahold of anyone other than Andular.  Someone wanna fill me in?  I have been "linked" to the Yellow Boards, but I don't have permission to see them.  so please, lend a girl a hand here!

You might as well make Elizabeth the First Weaver and make Cavana just a sitter because in one post (NYNAEVE FINISH READING IT!!!!!!!) she will be Ajah Head and Cavana will just be there for old school stuff

oh and yeah havent done Desandre's stuff yet- it is HARD

*snuggles to her sister-in-law* you know where to find me hun!

http://arie-designs.net/WTArchive/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=2110

Hello my dears! Do you need a chore? Want to learn more about the Yellow Ajah? Wanna just have an RP to join?

 

Well, here is your wake up call! I am going to be hosting a "Time to Clean Up the infirmary" day. This basically means that if you need a chore, I have plenty to give out! If you want to talk to an Aes Sedai, I have a few that would love to chat. If you want to meet others, then this is the place to be.

 

All you need to do is post below that you would like to join and what you need. I will then let you know by posting and keeping a list here as to what you are doing, whether it be a chore or a conversation or just appearing with something.

 

I will begin the RP on Friday the 17th of August so you have until then to put in a request to join. Depending on the responce, I may leave it open through the weekend. Once it begins, you can post here if you want to jump in and we can see what we can do.

 

Thank you all ladies, and NO KISSING BOYS!

Please sign up at the WT site!

LOL yeah i was bored and made that but thank you- there was a time when very few knew how to make siggis and they werent really allowed on DM so I made lotsa them

thanky thanky (sorry boards were confusing me so i just posted wherever)

*takes the bottle and sips a bit before offering it to the next walker upper*

I'm here...

yeah yeah im back so deal with it :D

That's right ladies and gentlemen:  i have returned

I am back as your favorite little Yellow Ajah Head and with a new character to boot (hurrah for killing characters!!!!!)

So yeah if you need me send me a message and i will hook ya up with whatever ya need!

His move was a simple one- a pause and a stare, nothing more. He slid back into the water and she kept her back to him, afraid to turn and stare him in the eyes. Strange things happened to her when she looked a man in the eyes, expeccially this one. ”Well it sounds to me the man got better than he deserved in the end.” Yes… yes he did. He deserved far worse than how he did end, but that was a long time ago and at least he had met his end before she had begun her new life.

“I don’t have much use for someone who tries to take advantage on someone they think weaker than themselves Elizabeth. I am pleased you managed to show him the folly of his ways in the end.” The folly of his ways… what a way to put a man raping and abusing his wife. And to show him that through death? Elizabeth still felt a murderer at times, even though it was in self-defense.

He pushed his hair back from his face as she looked at him and gave her a simple smile. Light could it make her melt. He was lucky indeed that she was so new to men, for she may have decided him rude and improper with his smiles and those eyes. Oh how those eyes were melting her…

“Elizabeth could I bother you to return the favor and lather up my back? I would be most grateful.” He turned away from her and she looked at the bar of soap beside him. She felt her entire body freeze still and just stared at him for a moment before closing her eyes and trying to breathe. ”…I would be glad to give you a guided tour.”

Oh what had he been talking about? “Uh, certainly. That sounds wonderful.” What had she agreed to? Looking at the bar of soap, she slipped towards him in the water, trying to relax and let her troubles wash away. Her skin was still tingling and warm from where his touch had just been and she longed to have his hands return.

“Picking up the bar of soap, she lathered up a nearby washcloth and held it over his back for a moment. Trying to tell herself it was only proper she return the faver, she placed the washcloth on his back softly and rubbed it from one shoulder blade to the other. Her touch was light and small, and she scrubbed the entire, majestic thing.

Setting down the cloth, she cupped water in her hands and let it spill down. As she finally cupped enough water onto it, she forgot her place and reached out her hands gently, touching his back and running her fingers down it. He seemed to stop breathing and moving, but she didn’t even realize it was he she was touching until she heard what sounded like a moan.

Jumping, she pulled away from him and floated to the other side of the bath. Slowly, he turned around to look at her, and she sat on her hands, ignoring the fact she was completely naked before his eyes. Should she run? Should she stay? She just touched a man improperly and he seemed to have enjoy it. What was more, she had just enjoyed it! Oh, what to do!

Glancing away as she asked the question, she tried to hide her blush and at the same time not curse at herself aloud. What was he doing to her and why was she responding? Her eyes drifted to the water between them and she saw something out of the corner of her eye that made her previous blush seem to be a light freckle in comparison to the new color framing her face. It was wrong for them to be in the baths together, no matter what the customs of this land were. It was wrong for her to be naked with any man, and she was surely intruding upon his lover or some such by sharing the water with him. But why would he come here if he had a lover? Surely she would have come along, so there must not be a lover. But why was she worrying about who shared his bed in the first place? It was all very confusing to Elizabeth.

“I just arrived, Elizabeth, and I must say the waters are washing away the weariness of our journey.” She looked up and stared into his eyes just a few seconds before looking at her knees. The glance was there for just a moment, but it was all the time she needed to see the want in his eyes. He seemed to be drinking her in and his smile was cheeky yet respectful. He couldn’t get enough of her, the way he was staring, and if she hadn’t already been naked then she would have felt so. In fact, it felt like he was now stripping her naked emotionally as well.

Her eyes slipped to her knees and she stared at them as she thought. It had been years since she had seen a man naked, and now she was seeing one that was gorgeously handsome. His hard chest was chizzled out and tan. His arms were strong and the scars light. He had a hard face with a ready smile that seemed to appear just for her. He was all in all what the Accepted had called a “Yummy Man,” but was that indeed what she wanted him to be to her? A yummy man? But why did they have to be anything at all?

“Elizabeth, may I wash your back?” She jumped from her thoughts at the sound of his voice and before she could stop herself, she was saying yes and turning her back to him. The X across it tingled slightly, as did the few stab marks around it. Her hair she threw over her shoulder so as to keep it out of his way and she closed her eyes quickly, squinching them. It had been years since anyone had touched her, and the private placing of his hands would be the first since Edwyn. The difference was, Edwyn touched her in hate and Andular touched her in love. Well, not really love, but certainly with more care than her former husband had ever felt for her.

She felt something on her back, warm and soft, and she gasped as he rubbed gently. Every ounce of skin on her back seemed covered in goosebumps and she had to purse her lips together to keep the moan from parting her them. Not only was it sensual, it was also the first human touch of caring that she could remember. Trying to keep from melting in his touch, she dug her short nails into her knees. Warm, exciting bursts and sensations pulsed through her body with every passing moment and she knew that this was indeed bliss.

“If it would not be too forward Elizabeth can I ask you how you came to have these scars on your beautiful skin?” Ready to turn around and rebuke him, she thought about his words. He had said she had beautiful skin… Her skin was far from beautiful. It was pasty white with the scars etched across it, almost haunting. She should be tanner like the other girls, and mark free. But how could she yell at a man that had just given her a compliment.

‘Breathe Elizabeth, just answer the question as much as an Aes Sedai as possible,’ she thought to herself. Taking in a deep breathe, she purred to herself for a moment before answering. “If you thought the question to be forward, then why did you ask?” She felt his hand tremble slightly and she continued. “But if you truly wish to know, then I shall tell you.”

Turning to look at him, she caught his hands in hers and stared at them for a moment, her body slightly towards him as they sat in the bath. Blue eyes met brown ones and she tried to remember to breathe and grant herself courage. “But I do not know if you understand me well enough to accept my story, nor do I know if you will treat me like a toddler or a hag once you learn my past.”

He looked about to speak but she shook her head slightly. “I shall however, tell you this. There was a man that thought he could have all the power in the world from abuse and control. He took a precious flower and beat it under his feet every way imaginable. However, the flower fought back, and the scars he left would never leave the flower. He won every battle, but she eventually won the war. The end result was a shallow grave for my husband, and a lifetime of scars for me.”

She turned away from him then and returned her arms to where they had been, around her knees. He seemed to be in shock and she knew that there was no real response to hand to that. However, she had just given him what he wanted, and it was his move again. For some reason, their relationship was almost a game of stones.

“Will you be wishing to dine with me tonight Aes Sedai?” What in the blasted light? Why was his room next to hers and why couldn’t he just leave her alone? No, it was too early for her to eat with him… she would try it in a week or two. “I will be busy with the library and will let you know if I need you.” She closed the door quickly and ran to her bed, exhausted.

Sleeping all day, she found herself awake when night was falling. A tray a servant brought to her was on her desk and she quickly weaved protection spells around her room so that no one else could enter or hear what was occurring inside. She didn’t know these people so she wanted as much privacy as possible.

Eating the dinner, she was amazed at the rich and sensual flavors of the pie and the wine. If all the food in the Borderlands tasted like this, then she may just stay here as long as she can. As good as food was in Tar Valon, she found something different touched her taste buds. She practically had tingles up her arms!

But it was time for a bath and she was excited about getting the travels of her day off of her body. The only thing that bothered her were the bathhouses… men and women shared them. However, this late at night, she should be safe. Donning her robe, she slipped down the hallways, thankfully seeing no one. Somehow finding herself in the lower levels, she felt the heat of the bathhouse attaching to her skin.

Peering into the room, she saw absolutely no one and heard nothing. Slipping in quietly, she shut the door, ready to bathe. Taking a glance down, she let out a sigh at her scars. Her arms were marked up and her legs were scarred up terribly. The mark on her back hurt slightly as she pulled her hair up and it just made the scar across her stomach look larger. Slipping a foot in slowly, she sank into the water, ready to feel weightless.

“Good evening Aes Sedai.”

Looking at him in shock, she felt herself grow dizzy. He was staring at her naked and there was nothing she could do about it. And the world was dark. The last thing she felt was his arms around her in a way that was far from appropriate. “Elizabeth Sedai can you hear me?”

Opening her eyes, she felt water on her cheeks and his body around hers. Bare skin was meeting bare skin and she could feel curves and contours of him that scared her and excited her. It had been over 30 years since she had felt a man’s body against hers and while she was worried memories of Edwyn would flash through her mind, she instead saw Andular’s smiling face above her.

“What… what are you doing here?” she asked quietly. He laughed softly and she felt the warmth return to her entire system. ”Taking a bath Aes Sedai,” he said warmly. She almost felt giddy the way he was smiling at her and holding her.

“Elizabeth,” she said gently, a smile slipping onto her face for a moment. “Call me Elizabeth.” He nodded softly and looked at her oddly. ”Elizabeth then,” he agreed.

It was then that she realized how truly naked they were and how her entire body and secrets were displayed before him. Blushing softly, she pulled away from him and went to the other side of the bath. Sitting on the bench across from him, she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. It was an uncomfortable silence but she quickly found a way to be rid of him. “Are you leaving soon or did you just arrive?”

Opening her eyes, Elizabeth felt a cold, wet cloth upon her head. Sitting up, she grabbed it off as it fell and looked down as the blanket fell from her and she sat in only her shift. How had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered, she was sitting across from Andular at dinner. Oh god… Oh bloody god… she had passed out! And what was worse, he had undressed her!

Jumping up from the bed, she ran to the mirror and started looking at her shift. Could he have seen any of the marks? The few on her back would have been covered by her hair, and the shift was high enough he couldn’t have seen the marks. Thank goodness… what would she had said if he had seen? Oh, don’t worry about those, they are from my MARRIAGE?

Falling back onto the bed, she pulled the blanket up to her chin and rolled onto her side away from the door. This was going to be harder than she thought. It wasn’t going to be as simple as hiding from him and having occasional dinners… she would have to actually deal with him. But until the point in time she had to, she would avoid him for as long as she could… or at least give him the silent treatment.

Waking up the next morning, on which they were docking, she began placing her items back into her bags. It took a few minutes and when they were ready, she got dressed and went onto the deck. Andular was getting the horses ready and she watched him watch the horses unload. “A fine day for travel Aes Sedai,” he called to her, but she simply nodded and tried to look away.

Once again, they were riding hard for Fal Dara. Perhaps it was he that pushed them because he wanted to make time, or perhaps it was she trying to escape him. Whoever it was that pushed them, she thanked the light to escape him… She did not trust him, and that would not be changing in the near future.

Before long, they were passing people who were also on the way to Fal Dara. The stone walls appeared a few minutes later and she was in awe at how large it was. “Tell me Aes Sedai have you ever been to this great city?” Ignoring him, she rode on, ready to escape him. “Tonight we will dine in style.” Oh light, she has to dine with him again.

They rode into the city and Andular led her to the palace. Their horses and bags were attended to as Elizabeth took the letter that Cavana had sent her with for the King of Sheinar. Ignoring Andular, Elizabeth followed the guard into the palace and into the throne room.

The finery of the Sheinarian court was breathtaking compared to the Novice and Accepted Quarters she had seen for so long. Almost forgetting herself, she giggled softly then put her Aes Sedai face on. Shifting her cloak, she let the hood fall down and pulled her hair over her shoulder. Oh light, she hoped she wouldn’t mess up.

Curtsying before the rulers of Sheinar, she felt Andular beside her as he bowed. “Elizabeth Sedai, of the Yellow Ajah,” she said as she introduced herself. The king nodded as she brought her letter up to him. ”You and your warder are always welcome in the gates of Fal Dara, Aes Sedai.

Elizabeth stiffened at the King’s words. Warder? Andular was not her GAIDIN! But she would not correct the king. “Thank you, my lord. I would like to request the use of your libraries and the study of your infirmaries.” He nodded his head, not even reading the letter but returning it. “You may have use of all you need. Your rooms are already in preparation and should be fine soon, so if you will follow the guard, they will lead you to the women’s quarters.”

Women’s quarters… she would be away from him. Thank the light, she was safe. Curtsying one more time, she bid farewell and followed the guard. Upon arriving at the women’s quarters, she turned to Andular and bid farewell. He tried to speak of dinner, but she told him simply that he should send a note and they would talk later.

Running into the women’s quarters, she disappeared in through the door she was directed to and shut the door. Falling onto the bed, she closed her eyes, ready to be free. A knock came from the door and Elizabeth got up and went to it. However, no one was there. The knock came again and she turned around to see a door. Going to it, she opened. And standing there was him.

As the boat made ready for travel, Elizabeth looked around for a woman that looked to be a part of the crew. She was indeed and led Elizabeth to her room. Hiding in her room, Elizabeth set about organizing her dresses in the small closet. She then set out her healing items on the small desk and set the books in a pile on the floor and her papers on top of that. She would read and study along this trip- whatever she had to do to avoid him.

Setting about reading the book on the borderlands, she started studying the basic history of the Blight and of the many kingdoms lost to it. It was very interesting but she could not keep her peace for long. A knock came at the door and Elizabeth dropped the book. Please let it be the woman from earlier...

“Who is it?” she asked softly. He responded clearly, “Andular, Aes Sedai. I wanted to see if everything was in order.” Was this bait to open her door and talk to him? He was a Grand Master which meant that more than likely he would stand against her no matter how she fought him. As long as the door stayed shut, she was fine. Otherwise, she was defenseless.

“My rooms are fine, thank you.” A pause came as the awkward silence set in. “If you would like to dine with me later I would be honored.” No she couldn’t. No she wouldn’t. After a while she heard his footsteps as he left and she returned to reading her book.

The days passed as she continued reading and studying. Her stomach was heavy but the herbs worked as she continued taking sleeping droughts at night and a pot for the day. She read and wrote when she pleased and simply sat in silence often. The woman that had helped her the first day continued twice a day to her room with food. Andular knocked on occasion but Elizabeth always told him to let her be. The longer away from him, the better.

The journey was nearing the end when Elizabeth decided to risk going outside. Donning a dark blue dress and her cloak, she tried to be careful and hide from Andular. Making it out of the hallway and onto the deck, Elizabeth made her way to the rail. It felt good to have fresh air in her system. Her stomach even felt better with the wind on her face.

After a few minutes of standing there, her hood fell from her face and Elizabeth glanced to her side. Standing there was Andular. Staring at the shoreline again, she felt her knees grow weak with fear and gripped the bar a little tighter. Glancing to him every few moments, she caught his eye.

They continued looking at each other for a few moments before she slowly approached her. She turned her look to the shoreline. As he stood beside her, she didn’t look at him as she slowly said, “How is your trip?” He said something of being glad to be at the borderlands again, but Elizabeth was thinking about her stomach and her head at the moment. Why was she getting lightheaded again?

”Elizabeth Sedai, would you join me for dinner this evening?” Well, dinner wouldn’t be so bad. Perhaps then he would leave her alone. “Yes, I will join you.” Raising the hood on her cloak, she turned from the rail and returned to her room before he could say anything else. She took one glance back at him as she made her way across the deck and he had a weird look upon his face, as if trying to figure her out. It was time he gave up.

That evening, she heard a knock at her door. ”Elizabeth Sedai? Are you ready for dinner?” Elizabeth was sitting on her bed in a yellow dress and her hair in a pretty bun. Simple yet elegant, she rose slowly and went to the door. Opening it slowly, she said she was indeed. He offered her his arm and she slowly reached out. Barely touching his hand, she tried to keep from wincing as he held her fingers slightly. Looking away from him, she locked her door and let him lead her to a private dining room.

Having taken tea earlier, her stomach was calm for which she was thankful. He pulled her chair out for her and she took the seat quickly as he then joined her across the table. They said nothing as they both sipped their wine and she smiled slightly as she saw the salad and soup that smelled delicious. Taking a small bite of the salad and then taking a smell of the soup, she forgot herself for a moment and began to enjoy herself.

Looking up from her meal, she saw Andular watching her. “It is not polite to stare,” she said curtly, then returned to her meal. He chuckled slightly as she went back to her meal. Picking at it, she ate over half of her food but found her stomach was full. Looking for a way to get out of the room before he spoke, she rose from her chair quickly. He saw her stand and rose as well- what a gentleman. “If you will excuse me,” she said quickly, turning for the door. He rushed around the table to lead her back but instead made a half crash into her chair which tripped her.

Falling towards the floor, he reached out and grabbed her, catching her in his arms. Feeling herself in his arms, Elizabeth looked up for a moment at him and felt his smell all around her. Her head already light, it was only a few moments before once again, she was passed out.

“It will be a pleasure to escort you to Fal Dara Elizabeth Sedai.” What was he doing here? Why was Cavana Sedai doing this to her? Nynaeve Sedai had to have Cavana that she was scared of men- hadn’t the tests last night proved that fact? Cavana looked angry as Elizabeth tried to hide, but what was she do to? Was she supposed to pretend it was indifferent to her? Please, last night should have proven something to all the Aes Sedai about Elizabeth and her position with men.

“If you will excuse me I will go make ready for your journey. If it pleases you Aes Sedai, meet me in the stables at dawn in two days time.” Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. The world was spinning around her and she knew she was going to pass out. The man said good bye to Cavana Sedai then made for the door- brushing by Elizabeth. The door wasn’t even completely shut before Elizabeth was completely slumped against the wall and then on the floor, passed out from the stress of the situation.

That evening, Elizabeth awoke in a warm room that was empty- her room. The fire was going and the moon was shining in as she sat up. Dressed in only her shift, she silently thanked whoever undressed her. She would not want to ruin her new dress, after all. Moving to get out of bed, she saw a note on her desk. Picking it up, she saw it was from Cavana Sedai with a small money purse. She was to go to a woman in the early morning to pick up dresses that had been made for her a few days earlier for her trip. Elizabeth sighed and climbed back in bed, worried of the next few days to come.

The next morning brought Elizabeth a new day and a fresh start. Waking up as the sun rose, she pulled on her new cloak over her red dress and entered Tar Valon. Barely anyone was awake and those that were did not see her as she hid from everyone, even the shadows. The dressmaker’s shop was near the tower and within a few minutes walk she had arrived. It was a woman inside and after trying on all the items and finding them perfect, Elizabeth paid and headed back to the tower.

After entering the tower, she was stopped by a novice with a note. Cavana Sedai was once again asking to see her. Sending her items with the novice up to her room, Elizabeth went straight to the First Weaver’s office. Knocking once, Cavana immediately called her in.

They said nothing as Elizabeth was beckoned to her seat and she sat there staring into the eyes of her Ajah Head. “Why?” she asked after a few minutes. It had seemed like hours. After another like while, Cavana responded. “You need to trust in men. You need to escape the shelter of this tower. You need to grow some, both in your power and in yourself. You have so much potential but so much is holding you back. This trip will help you break free.”

Elizabeth bowed her head as tears came from her eyes. “How long? And where?” she whispered. ”As long as it takes for you to trust him... or anyone for that matter. You shall certainly visit the tower on occasion if it takes a good long while and correspondence every fortnight would be welcome. You are going to the borderlands.”

Oh light... the borderlands. It was practically crawling with men, or so she had heard. It was all about war and battle- more than likely she would have to face powerful men and their swords on an hourly basis. “Then I need to pack a small bag, if I may First Weaver. Something simple with a few supplies and perhaps a few items to take to study, if I may?” Cavana nodded her head and Elizabeth rose from her chair, considering a list in her head.

Going into the library next door, she grabbed a quill and inkpot from the shelf and a piece of parchment from the table that was left for any and all to use. She quickly wrote a list of books she wanted to borrow that were a specialty of healing cuts and infections that surrounded them. It would be her specialty in the infirmary. She then wrote a list of all the herbs and supplies she would need for the trip.

Collecting up the books, she wrapped them all in a weave of Air and bound them together tightly. Leaving the list on the table, she continued downstairs. Once in the infirmary, she gave the list to an Accepted that was close to gaining her yellow shawl as well. The girl looked at her questioning, but Elizabeth simply said she needed the items that night in either a kit or a bag of some sort. The girl nodded her head and ran off to begin collecting items.

Stopping by the main library of the tower on her way to her room, Elizabeth looked for a brown sister. Finding one behind the main desk, she asked for the section on the borderlands. It only took a few minutes before she found the books and asked to borrow a few. They reluctantly agreed, for they had not seen air in years, and Cavana added these to her bundle.

Returning to her room, Elizabeth placed all of her books on her desk. Going to her closet and the new items, she began wrapping them all in air so that they were small but neat. Finding them all suitable, she placed the clothing all in bags to cover them from the dust before placing them in a satchel she found at the bottom of her closet. The items all fit perfectly and the books fit just on top.

Going to her desk, Elizabeth found parchment, quills, and inkpots galore. Rolling the parchment and storing the quills and inkpots inside, she set them carefully inside a saddlebag she also found in her wardrobe. The other side of it she would place her supplies for healing in. Until it was time to get the items from the infirmary, she would relax.

That night, Elizabeth couldn’t sleep. Her dreams were turned to nightmares with images of Edwyn, only now it was Andular’s face. She quickly gave up on regular sleep and took a sleeping drought to push the dreams away and go dreamless once again.

Waking up the next morning, Elizabeth donned her green riding dress and her cape then picked up her bags. In the satchel was her books and clothes, while her saddle bags contained healing supplies on one side and parchment with pressing paper for herbs on the other. She was determined to make this trip worth her while.

Making her room neat and tidy before she left, Elizabeth locked the door and whispered a sweet goodbye to her new home as she set off for the stable. Nerves began to wrack her small frame and as she took her first step from the tower, her hood was raised and she began to slip out of sight from everyone. It took her a little while to avoid everyone she saw, but she made it to the stables. There he was with three horses.

Setting down her main bag, she coughed slightly and felt her knuckles turn white as she gripped her fists for strength. Desandre Sedai always said to fight strength in herself and to breathe no matter what. Breathing slowly, she bowed her head slightly and said, “Good morning, Grand Master.”

He turned slowly then nodded. ”Good morning, Aes Sedai,” he replied. He saw her bags and took them both. She was glad they didn’t make contact and she watched as he tied her bags to the horses. Seeing the one her saddle bags went on, Elizabeth slowly approached it. This was the first horse she had seen in years. Oh, how she had loved the freedom of a horse when she was younger in Murandy.

“Is this... mine?” she whispered softly. ”It is indeed, my lady. Your sisters were very generous. Name her as you wish.” Elizabeth smile softly as she let the mare nuzzle her hand. “I shall think of a name for you, my dear.”

Andular approached as if to give her a boost onto the horse, but Elizabeth hid around the other side. “I can do it myself,” she said, afraid of his touch. He didn’t mount until she did, awkwardly. After a few moments of her getting situated, they were off.

Her hood was raised on the cloak she wore and her eyes were always moving as they went through the yard. Concentrating on her horse alone, Elizabeth tried to avoid the glances of the men around them. More than once she felt the lightheadedness return, but the gentle sway of the giant beast and the fresh air helped cool and calm her.

Not knowing where they were going, Elizabeth followed mutely as Andular led her. It took a few good minutes before they reached a ship. Looking up at it, she didn’t know what to say as Andular paid their fare. Hopping down from her horse, Elizabeth tried to avoid his touch and glance. Light what a long trip this would be.

A trip? A break? What could Cavana Sedai have possibly meant? Why would she have to take a trip somewhere and take a break? She was an Aes Sedai now, and that meant that Elizabeth should stay in the tower and begin her duties as such. But no, after she was done with her Oaths and had finished her acceptance in to the Yellow Ajah, she was taken to Cavana’s office where she was told she had to leave the tower for a while. And it wasn’t just leaving as in trouble, or leaving as in a mission: it was leaving as in she couldn’t come back till she was better. There was nothing wrong with Liz! Ok sure, so it had taken almost 30 years for her to become an Aes Sedai... what did that matter?

But what the First Weaver says goes, and Elizabeth wasn’t going to stand against her new Ajah head. The only question was where she was going and when she would be back. Oh and of course who was going with her. That was the strangest part of it. Cavana had said that she needed to speak to someone special about her escort. Well why did it have to be someone special? Couldn’t it just be a few sisters and maybe a female guard or two? That would be a good group... just something small and light with no fuss and no men. No men was the key part.

“Oh what am I to do?” she asked herself as she laid upon her bed. Her room was very nice compared to the Accepted quarters and it was very comfortable. Her bed was huge with soft blankets and a rug upon the floor. She had a fireplace in the corner and a window to see outside. A sofa rested in the middle of the room and there was a wardrobe and a mirror against one wall. There was also a desk in the corner. She even had her own bathing room to one side. Then there was a strange room that was adjacent to hers. It had a nice sized bed in it with a rack for something and a closet. She had yet to ask what it was for but Elizabeth had a feeling it was for what she dreaded, a warder. But she didn’t have to have one and wouldn’t so she wouldn’t have one until she had to. And even then, she probably wouldn’t stay there. Yes, a she. No man would ever be trusted my Elizabeth Ferido.

A wardrobe is a funny thing. On the outside it is simple wood: practically a box. However the inside can hold many things. It could hold secrets or treasures. Simple dresses or prized gowns could be held in store for the owner. What was on the outside was obvious, but the inside was not. Elizabeth hadn’t even opened her’s yet. She still wore the simple blue skirt, the white blouse, and the yellow shawl given to her just hours before. What was held instore inside this closet of hers? Her simple items such as hairbrush and teeth cleaning items were in the room but as for clothing items, Elizabeth only had her accepted dress and an apron that the infirmary had lent to her during her training. Would there be a secret held in store? Or was there instead nothing?

Rising from her bed she went to the door and opened it slowly. Almost immediately a smile slid across her face. “Oh my...” she whispered softly, her fingers reaching out to touch the dark cloak inside and the two dresses. One was a simple cloak that was a light blue with a square neck and modest skirts. The other was a deep red gown that shimmered in the light of the sun that was creeping up outside her window. A note was attached to the cloak as she felt the soft but thick fabric. In repayment for your many years of service in the infirmary. Cavana Elizabeth smiled softly to herself and pulled out the blue gown. It was so pretty that Cavana didn’t know what to do first. She laid it across the bed then began to strip off her skirt and blouse. The Yellow Shawl went over the back of the sofa as she treasured it dearly and began to pull on her blue dress. It fit perfectly and Elizabeth twirled slowly in it. Grabbing the apron that she sawn folded at the bottom of the wardrobe, she pulled it on as well and giggled to herself. “Now I am ready to be a Healer,“ she said to herself.

Pulling off the blue dress, she moved onto the red gown. It was soft and slippery in her fingers as she slid it over her head and it went perfectly into place. The strings in the back were easy to tie and Elizabeth twirled slowly, wonder on her face. Laughing softly, she caught herself in the mirror. Light, when was the last time she had seen herself in a mirror? It had to have been years, at least ten. Who was this woman she saw looking back at her? Her skin was pale beyond belief and a faint scar was down her cheek. There was something in the big almond eyes and in the curve of the lip and made her calm down yet tense up. The figure held by the dress was amazing as Elizabeth had never noticed the curves she saw there. And the scars... they were almost invisible. Who was she?

A knock came at the door and Elizabeth jumped in her skin. “Who is it?” she called out, jumping away from the mirror. ”Cavana Sedai needs you in her office,“ said a sweet voice at the door. Going to open it, Elizabeth saw Nynaeve and Desandre Sedai at the door. “Now?” she asked meekly. ”Yes child, as you are,“ said Nynaeve Sedai. Grabbing her shawl from the sofa, Elizabeth slipped on her slippers from where she had kicked them off earlier and dashed to the door. “Let’s go then!” she said, ready to find out more about her trip. Surely, that was what Cavana Sedai was calling her for.

They spoke none and after a few minutes, they were outside of Cavana Sedai’s office. Both sitters nodded their heads in farewell then left her standing there. Knocking softly on the door, she heard a gentle ”Come in.” Pushing in the door slightly, Elizabeth saw her Ajah head sitting at her desk, smiling. A figure was in a chair before the desk but their back was to her. The person had a cape up and the hood was over there eyes so Elizabeth couldn’t see who it was. Perhaps it was an older sitter that was legendary, returning to the tower only to take Elizabeth away. What an honor that would be! Or perhaps it was a diplomat from a far away city or maybe the Amyrlin Seat. Oh goodness, if it was the Mother, Elizabeth would flip.

“Elizabeth, dear, shut the door,” said Cavana, rising from her chair. Elizabeth did so then bowed her head slightly. Oh curses, she was still in the red dress. “Thank you for my wardrobe, Cavana Sedai,“ she said softly. Cavana nodded her head then stepped up beside the seated person. ”Elizabeth, I would like you to meet your escort to the borderlands.”

The man rose from his chair and removed his hood, bowing himself before her. Elizabeth was backed up against the wall, her head feeling heavy and her stomach falling out. Her face paled immediately and she grabbed the wall behind her, trying to hide. ”Grand Master Andular Rojvas.”

OOC: Please, if you get traumatised easily, don't read this. It is an apporved post, and I deleted most of it. I have the real post saved if you would like it. Just let me know, and I will send it over.

OOC: so like yeah dm ate my post- didnt realise that till just now

`Your hair, my dear, is simply exquisite. I feel like I could run my fingers through it all day,` he whispered to her. His fingers ran through her beautiful, shining locks of brunette. His lips seemed to bury in them as his spair hand wrapped around her lower back and pulled her towards him intimately. "Th-thank you, my lord," she whispered, her cheeks turning red. She had barely just met this man just a few hours earlier and he was already trying to seduce her into his bed. He was charming, handsome, and caring. Perhaps living here with him would not be so bad. `And your lips... I feel like they are begging to be kissed by me alone,` he whispered and kissed her passionately. She was in surprise of her first kiss and melted in his arms as ravaged them with his lips and teeth. Pleasure surged from every fiber of her being, yet she tried to remember her virtue. "Please, my lord, can we not wait? Our marriage shall be in just a month, and then you shall have me as a husband has the right to."

 

He groaned into her neck as he nibbled softly and she knew she could not ask him again if his actions continued. She was a willing bride without the ring on her finger, and he knew it. However, he was good, just as she suspected. `Of course, my dear, you are right. One more kiss, and I shall send you to your room for a good night's rest.` He took her into his arms again and this kiss was more brutal and savage. She felt his hands tighten around her thin arms and her lips repelled the assault upon them. However, she did not struggle, suddenly happy that he was allowing her to bed. When he finally let her go, she dashed to her new room. Sitting down at the mirror, she saw that her lip was bleeding and there was slight brusies on her arms and neck. What had happened? One moment, he was a gentle lover, and the next, a cruel master. Would things always be this way?

Do you remember this? You were such a willing virgin, ready for my bed. I know you remember, Elizabeth Ferido Tragico. You will never forget your first kiss, given by your caring husband, will you, girl. Her eyes burned as she saw these visions and her fingers clawed at her hair. "No, please, just die." He had practically spat her name and was cruel in how he called himself caring. She could feel him behind her, holding his arms roughly on her shoulder. He wouldn’t have her again, not here, not now. I was your first- oh how you were ready and waiting for me. You became mine and only mine that night, or do you not remember?

`Oh Lizzie, beautiful Lizzie. You are finally mine, and only mine.` She lay beneath him as his kisses trailed over her body, trying to relax. They were married now, and she could say nothing against him. Oh, but how she wished she could. Her cheek still burned from where he had slapped her a few nights before and her arms still felt the bruising from him pulling her to their new bed. She had to relax, or else it would hurt more. She just had to close her eyes and pretend it would be over soon. `Oh Lizzie, please look at me, darling.` Oh, how she hated him using that name. However, she did as she was told and opened her eyes slowly. He was grinning at her cruelly and she felt a sudden intrusion and pain in her body. Her gasp and cry met him with a wider grin and she looked away from him as she covered her face with her hands. `Why do you look away? Look at me, I said!` Slowly, she did as he commanded, and his eyes were filled with hatred and the grin, albeit evil, was gone. `There is a good girl...`

 

It became worse as time went by and she struggled to remain herself and not pass out. This was rape- the world practically screamed from her lips with each gasp of pain that parted her dry lips. `Say my name,` he commanded, and she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, about to say it. However, the back of his hand reached her lips before the words did. `I told you to say my name, girl. SAY IT!` She fought for the words, and whispered it quickly. "Edwyn" `What, brat?` another slap reached her face and she concentrated all her attention onto that pain. All of her attention on her face... "Edwyn, stop, please!" she begged, and he began to laugh. `You are mine!` He yelled as he finished with her. She cried softly as he slapped her again and pushed his kisses to her lips. Eventually, he let her go, and she stumped from the bed as he fell asleep. She pulled herself across the floor and got out of the door, crying in pain as everything hurt. A servant was in the hallway, but simply looked the other way. "Please, help me," she whispered. He turned back and looked at her there, and was full of fear. She could see it in his eyes. He continued down the hallway and she laid there, shaking, cold, alone, and hurt.

I told you, you are mine. You always have been, and always will be! "That is where you are wrong!" she yelled and began running down the hallway. Her feet seemed to run raw. She fell on occasion, and she felt him all around her. Every corner that held promise of her hiding, she found him there. Every doorway or classroom held some reminder. Nothing could hide her from him. Perhaps she truly was his. She had been sold to him to be his wife, but that was not her fault. Was she truly his? The Creator protect her, she could not belong to him. Surely someone would protect her. Surely someone would save her. Whether it is from him, herself, or the world, someone had to save her. Life was far too cruel to send her through his now after all she had endured.

Running down another hallway, she saw it was semi-lit by torches and slowed her walk. She saw Green tiles down the hallway and began to wonder if this was an Aes Sedai residence. Well, of course it was! The tower was home to hundreds of sisters. And the finery of this could not belong to any of the girls in white that she had seen. No, this had to belong to one of the cursed Aes Sedai. "What is this place?" she whispered to herself. She walked up to one doorway and went to open it, ready to see if she could find a desk to hide under or a closet to slip into. A noise was sounded behinid her and she turned to see what it was. A gasp escaped her lips and she fell against the door she had been about to enter. What made her gasp, however, was not the noise she heard, but what she saw above the doorway across the hall. A dagger. Do you remember the first time I had to teach you true obedience? I used one of those. how had he found her? The Aes Sedai should be protecting her. Cursed light, how could he have found her even here? She thought she was rid of him. She scampered to her feet and looked up to see a sword above the doorway she had just been hiding in. Another gasp made her back away to a small bench, which she fell over. Her hands gripped at the sheet that was barely wrapped around her and she tried to shield her eyes as she glanced at a torch that came to life. Slipping off the floor, she whispered a silent prayer to the Creator that he spare her anymore pain and simply take her life. She saw somewhere to hide- an open door. Slipping inside, she fell against the wall and shut the door. Are you so stupid, I must refresh your memory again?

`ELIZABETH! COME HERE!` Elizabeth hid behind the bathroom door, her heart racing as once again, she tried to win this game they played every night. Sometimes she won, but usually, he did. He would come home, and want her to service him before beating her. On occasion, he would drink till he fell asleep, but usually, he got drunk and angry, which resulted in the whip hurting ten times more. However, the nights with nothing were worth the beating, as it gave her enough time to recuperate. She slipped from behind the door and ran down a hallway and up a stairway. On the way up, she slipped and fell, landing hard on her knee. A yelp of pain escaped her lips before she could stop it, and she jump up, running faster. `Where do you think you are going, little whore?` Where was he now? She ran up the stairs and turned to run straight into his arms. He picked her up easily, as the beatings and lack of food had made her lose the little weight she actually had, and he carried her into the nearest room- an office. Fighting against her husband, she knew she was no match for he. Even in this drunken state, he was much stronger than she. `Come on, little one, you know you want it,`

 

"Please, Edwyn, no, NO!" Her shrieks of pain could be heard down the hallway as she lay bare before him. He used her to completion, and half crumpled on top of her. She sobbed in pain and embarrassment, trying to get away from him, when he took her by the wrists and turned her over so her back was up to him. `NEVER-` she screamed as she felt the knife, `HIDE-' She felt almost run through as another long scream was torn from her, `FROM-` why wouldn’t he just stop the pain? `ME!` And with that, he struck the dagger again deep, drawing every breath of air into her scream that lasted until she had no breath or voice left to scream with.

"Not this time! You wont win this time!" she yelled as she jumped up from her seat and opened the door. By this time, there were a few women in the hallway, one asking what was going on, and another asking who she was. She saw them all around her, and the constant twisting and turning in search of an exit made her grow dizzy. You can't hide from me. I own you, whore. She put all of her energy into her run down the hallway, even dropping her sheet at one point as it got mixed up with her legs, making it hard to run. She felt bonds around her, as if he had guard on her, holding her still and pulling her back, and she fought, screaming, begging for the Light to take her back to the Creator, and for peace to finally come to her. She was let go and took two steps, not even opening her eyes, before landing in the arms of someone. "No, no, please, let me go!" she screamed and opened her eyes to see a man. She tried to pull away from him, but he had a firm grasp on her arm with one hand and a sword in another hand. She passed out before she could protest again.

OOC: Elizabeth landed in the Green Ajah Hallway. All you girls can grab up a position, whether it be the one that asks who she is, another that made the torches come to life, or someone that tried to hold her with bonds of air, but let her go. The man she runs into is Corin. In a few moments, Nynaeve and a few yellow sisters will arrive there, following her screams. You can go with them down to the infirmary or just hand her over. Another thread will follow for what happens the next day when she is sent to apologise, so you can choose between the two or do both.

im here- well Skylar is

sitting in the stedding done an intro thread

pretty sure the mentor is Miryana but i dunno

You know- I might be able to take that class if SOMEONE *glares at Andular* would post on my thread ;)

hehe you know im teasing you but yeah- the sage class would be yummy if im old enough to take it

Ok I am trying to get Skylar (who is the youngest resident of the WK) to RP with more people: atm she knows Janna who brought her in, Miryana who is the Sage Leader and Sky will be a Sage one day, Burrich who just left, and thats about it. So now I need to meet more people. I already started a thread with Burrich which anyone is more than welcome to take the place of him in (just ignore his post) and post here if you want. I will explain what is going down in it if you want. Linky here:

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=11020

And I need her to meet more people. She likes getting into trouble, her bonded is a little wolfcub who helps her out in getting into trouble, and she is rather innocent- DUH she is 12 ;)

Anyways, post here if you wanna do a thread...

meet bane? OH NO! OWEN HAS LOST HIS MIND!

wait... nevermind, he lost that a while back ;)

*returns to singing and dancing around the fire, this time with ice cream* everyone one has gone in- *pause and takes a big bite* -sane! everyone *bites againand pauses* has gone insane!

The novice looked a little scared at first, but spoke up. “I'm not sick or anything Aes Sedai" said the girl quickly. Was that all she thought that the yellows were for? They were mentors, teachers, caregivers… Honestly, someone needed to rewrite the history books. [/i]“I was wondering if you need any help in the infirmary?"[/i]

Cavana raised an eyebrow slowly and stared at the girl for a moment before beckoning her for a moment. The girl rushed up and Cavana led her around the corner to point. “Can you heal this girl and take care of her?” she asked, pointing at the novice she had been caring for a few moments before. The girl stared for a moment, and Cavana crossed her arms. “Meaningless tasks I can give to you, however, if you are looking for something meaningful, you may wish to find another sister. You are too young and weak to help out in the infirmary in the way we need help. Perhaps when you are an accepted, you may return.”

The girl on the bed began coughing and Cavana rushed to her, lifting a cup to her lips. “Drink, child, and you shall feel better soon.” Glancing up at the girl that wished for lessons, Cavana raised her eyebrow again. “Leave girl!”

Cavana

*sings* everyone has gone insane, everyone has gone insane...