Gasping, she settled back, mad. "I suggest you stay here. After all, I cant just be left alone in here, like I'm in prison. Come on... dont leave." Her eyes pleaded with her voice. "I cant just be left in here alone..."

Deneira waited in the yard, knowing her mentee would be their soon. What was that boy's name again? Danian? Well, Corin may have hope in the two boy's training, but Deneira was certain it was a lost cause. The only reason Orion was still any good at his job was he could do the sword forms before he was blind. But these two were just a joke. One was blind and couldnt wield a weapon, while the other is deformed. What had happened to his arm, anyways? Honestly, why did the creator have to plague HER? And why couldnt he have been left handed, instead of right, the one which was injured? This meant alot of training, and alot of working. She would not treat this boy extra special, no matter what anyone said. He said he wanted to be a Tower Guard, well then he would be one, but no one would make her treat him like he was special. The very idea made her furious. Yes, so he was crippled, he should have thought about that before he came to the Yard. He would have to work just as hard as everyone else- no, he would have to work harder, to prove himself. She would make him work harder, and train harder, because he would have to work to be a Tower Guard while under her watch.

Inevitably, Deneira didnt even realise the hatred that she carried towards her new mentee. She didnt know where it came from, but she didnt really care. In the end, she was treating him differently, just because she would be harder on him. But he should have known better. She would make him work for it, or he didnt belong there. Forget the people that barely scraped through, or the sad warriors that stood on guard. No, this one, just because he was crippled, had to work harder. And he would know it, too. She would push him till he broke, and then kept pushing him. Anger almost spewed out of her, and she had hardly even spoken to him.

Well, here he was. She could see the boy stumbling up. He wore some training outfit she was certain was worth more than anything she owened, and she got her first good look at him. He was only an inch or two taller, but he was much better built. Of course he would be, she was a woman, but still. He had really broad shoulders, and dark, piercing eyes. Not like his brother's, who were sightless, but these just had a look about them, as thought he was afraid of something... or maybe he was looking for something. And the black hair was a bit of a mess, but that was all men. Except for Shawn, he kept his hair short for some reason... one day, she would convince him to grow it out... but other than him, all men had messy hair.

He came up to him and bowed, and she had her hand on her hip, her face calm and smooth. She had a sort of saucy stance, as though she knew she was better than him, which of course, she had to be, because it wouldnt be right if she wasnt. Her foot tapped, and she crossed her arms across her chest as he rose. Light, she had to know about that arm. "So, welcome to the Warders Yard. Just incase you dont remember, my name is Deneira. So, tell me, what weapons do you use, and do we need to go get some more from the armory?" Her eye brows raised... honestly, why was he even here. He should have already realised he would never equal up to what was expected of him in the yard...

Deneira had to laugh. For a naive farm boy, he sure did know exactly how to sweet talk himself out of what she wanted. Well, she would take it as a hint he knew nothing in particular... so now, it was time for him to watch and learn. "Fine then, but I guess I shall just have to show off a few odd moves. These are some you will eventually learn..."

Her sword was in its sheath at the moment, and she took a few steps back from him, resuming guard stance. Her hand flew to her belt, and she moved into Unfolding the Fan, her sword now ready. Stepping forward, she moved into The Boar Rushes Down the Mountain, her sword swinging from high to about midwaist, when she stepped out of it and turned into Moon Rises Over the Water. Her sword went up and around, and she continued to move, just letting sword forms flow from her. She twisted and turned, jabbing and slashng, her feet moving quicker, using both basic sword forms, and the most challenging she knew.

After a few more minutes, she quickly turned around, using Twisting in the Wind, before moving into Folding the Fan. Her sword was back in it's sheath, and she took a breath as she left the void. Her feet were still in guard stance, and she smiled at him as she moved from it, walking to him. "Think you can repeat any of that?" She laughed at his reaction. "No worries, I've been here for four years, and was raised on a sword."

Returning to guard stance, she set her left foot slightly behind her right, and let her sword fall into her hand. "This is the guard stance. Why dont you try it, then attempt to sheath your sword, without falling over, and still looking straight at me." She demonstrated, then waited for him to try.

Deneira nodded her head. "I guess mums are like that... Just be glad she cares about you. After all, parents only want the best. I guess I am a bit opposite from you, however." Sitting up, she sighed, and ran her hand over the hilt of her sword. "My mother died when I was born. It was my da and my four brothers... We all kind of trained together, battling the blight. One time, we got attacked, and they all died. Da wanted me to come here to train... and I did that. Now, I just dont know what to do. Guess Ill just stay here until I am not needed and then Ill leave..."

She sighed, then hopped up, grabbing Braxton's arm and pulling him up, she nodded to his sword. "Ok, pay attention. I know you have only hit cows around a yard, so this should take only a few more brain cells, and just a little energy. You see this?" She pointed to the sword hilt. "This is where you hold it. Think you understand so far?" Smiling, she winked, showing she was joking. "How about you show me what you know with that whip thingy, then I'll show you what I know with my sword."

Deneira returned his smile as he opened the door... what a gentleman he was. "After you m'lady." Her smile widened, and she beemed at him. when was the last time someone had opened a door for her? She certainly could not remember... it was nice, almost as though they were a couple or something. She knew they werent; after all, she wasnt one to be tied down. Shawn had to be the same way- with those eyes, there was no way he was single.

He led her inside, then pulled her to a corner table. She loved it, he had picked ther perfect table... even better for her, they were close. She could see the whole room, which made her comforted, as could he. Certainly, he would make a good warder from some Aes Sedai one day... but until then, she would get to have her fun with him. He wasnt bonded yet, and she would take advantage of all the time she could get with him. some how, that just didnt feel right. the idea of him being with another woman... she just wouldnt be able to stand it!

As they were seated, she felt him beside her, but she was still deep in thought. He ordered, and still, she was thinking. Why did she care if he bonded? It wasnt like they were married or anything. They were merely friends, and she wanted him in bed. It was as simply as that. But still, she wanted him. Would she be willing to give him up?

"While we wait for her to bring our food, why don't you tell me a little more about yourself Dene? I'd like to know what your life was like before you came to the Tower? Even more, I'd like to know what brought you here."

His voice brought her back from her thoughts, and she realised then how close they were. His body was just barely grazing hers, and his arm was between them, resting basically on his leg. She wished he would wrap it around her shoulders, so that then she could rest her head on his chest. But, she shook herself back to her senses before her thoughts could get away, and remembered the question. "My life before? There wasnt much of one..."

Deneira began her story, telling of her four older brothers and her father. She explained their farm and how they tried to protect their country from the Blight. When she got to the part about the day her family died, she was quiet for a moment, and he coaxed her on. "They all died, trying to protect me. I killed three trollocs that day... but it wasnt enough, my family was gone. Father made me promise to come here, train better and harder, and be the greatest i could ever be. And so, here I am!"

Smiling, their meal arrive, but she reached for the class, and took a sip, happy to get some of the liquid down her parched throat. "Tell me about yourself." Light, she wished she could kiss him again, and to feel his warm arms wrapped around her...

"Can you go to Tar Valon? Of course, girl! What did you think... Tar Valon was for only high ladies? honestly, if they did that, i would have never been allowed in!" Christine set down her cup of tea, and smiled at the girl, taking her hands warmly between her own.

"Tar Valon is a place for new beginings. You can study at the White Tower, as an initiat, and become an Aes Sedai. Or, if what i sense is wrong, you can be a trainee, or a servant... Tar Valon is for a fresh start. Dont you want a fresh start? Everyone does. I know I certainly did."

Letting go of the girl's hands, she took a few more sips of tea. "I am telling you, child. Tar Valon is the place to go... and I suggest that you come along with me."

Deneira's lower lip found its way between her teeth, and she nibbled on it as he cleared his throat. She placed her hand in his, and he led her from the room and into the hallway. "Yes, dinner. Unfortunatley, as I said before, I have not spent much time on the streets of Tar Valon. In fact," by this point, they were back on the streets of Tar Valon, and her still warm skin prickled at the touch of the night air on it, "the one and only time I was out on these streets I had no money and was thus thrown out of every dining establishment I came to. I could make some recommendations based on the floorboards I saw and the smells but that's be about it. I defer to your judgement m'lady, have you any favorites in town?"

Deneira had to laugh. She could just imagine Shawn trying to find his way into a tavern... so young, and so innocent... She kissed his cheek softly, letting her lips linger for a moment before she laughed again and nodded. "No money? You better have some this time! Who ever heard of a girl paying?!" She winked at him, smiling as she heard the clink of his and her belt purse. She hoped he knew she was joking, because she wouldnt want to offend.

"I think I know a good place. Its a small tavern, and just that, but the food and drinks are good, the bartender is nice, and there is usually a gleeman or some sort around... best of all, the Tower Guards are usually at the place across the street, so we dont have to hide, and we can see all the latest gossip!" She laughed, and pulled him the right way. They chatted a little, and she let him lead, only on occasion pulling him toward the right direction. Whenever he was silent, she started thinking. And she couldnt help but feel the tingling on each of her fingers, as they were linked with his. Her hand just seemed to fit right into his. She wasnt dwarfed, nor was it larger... it just fit right together, like a key with a lock. For some odd reason, it felt good.

Up ahead, Deneira spotted "The Golden Swan," the tavern they were heading to. She could already smell the wonderful smells and hear the music from inside drifting out. Pointing to it, she smiled at him, turning to face him. His eyes held hers, and she kissed his lips softly. "This is the place!" she said as she slowly pulled away. She wished she had thought faster and taken him to an inn, where the idea of what she wanted would again become an option for him. But right then and there, she enjoyed being with him more than the thought of actually having him... she kinda liked that.

Some how, Deneira and her big mouth had gotten her into trouble. Now, she was facing a seasoned Tower Guard in a spar... thank the light he wasn’t too hard on her. She was still so young to her new responsibilities, and she didn’t really want to die before she got to have too much fun... more than likely, Shawn, whose mentor actually was her sparring partner, wouldn’t like it. Ah, well, at least someone would cry at her funeral. Light, what was she doing fighting him? She kept losing concentration, but somehow, her body just kept moving, keeping him racing after her. At least she was faster. He took a step back, and looked over her shoulder at something, and fearing someone she didn’t want to see, such as her discipliner, Deneira whirled around.

Light, it was worse than she would have thought. Ginae was headed their way with three trainees behind her. Deneira avoided her eyes, knowing that somehow, she had messed up. Light, what was it this time? â€Deneira, Corin...†Deneira smiled and nodded. “I have a special assignment for you two.†Wait a minute... those were twins. What was Ginae planning now? “These two boys are your new mentees. They have special needs, and I expect you two to tend to them. Don’t coddle them, but don’t beat them down either. Danian, your mentor will be Deneira. Dorian, your mentor will be Corin. Any questions?â€

Deneira had to clench her mouth shut to keep from laughing. What kind of cruel joke was this? The one that was Dorian spoke up. "I only have one other question so far†why wasn’t he looking at Ginae? "When will our training start and is there anything wéll have to do before?" and something was wrong with the other. What was wrong with that hand of his? It looked as though the entire arm was messed up. Looking back at Dorian, Deneira had to suppress a gasp. Now she knew what was wrong! He was- "I take it there are some new students that have come to the Yards, though I am slightly surprised at one of their teachers."

Deneira saw Orion... the blind gaidin. Was this some kind of a joke? It had to be! Corin walked forward to the man, and they talked. Somehow, Corin then realized what exactly was going on. The realization went across his face, and Deneira left her mouth wide open in shock. One was blind, and the other deformed? Oh light... what a mess this would be! Her mentee glanced at her, and she put on a quick smile, then motioned to ginae. “Dear, can I ask you a question about... about another class.†Ginae nodded and walked with her, and Deneira half killed herself restraining from strangling the Mistress of Trainees. “He is BLIND? And the other is DEFORMED? Ginae, I know you have a heart of gold, but don’t you think this is a bit too far?â€

They talked for a few more moments before they rejoined the other group. Deneira had a good feeling Ginae was mad at her, but come on, these two would never be warders. They were wretches in her eyes. Orion was noble in losing his eyes site, but these two were sad. Why not someone else? Why not anyone else? This couldn’t be happening to her!

Smiling at the two, she bowed, and spoke a greeting to Orion. “ Hello, Orion, I see you are doing well.†She cringed at the word see. Turning back to the two trainees, she smiled. “ It is a pleasure to meet you both. Your training shall begin soon, as soon as Corin likes, in fact. Just bring your weapon. The same for you, Danian. Just bring your weapon... this afternoon, right here, how about? Corin, we shall have to finish that spar another time. If you will all excuse me...†Deneira bowed out, and went to her room. This was not going to be good.

Deneira

Tower Guard

Deneira didnt know what to do. She was going on a date, of sorts, with none other than a Grand Master! She had no dresses, and couldnt remember the last time she had worn one. She knew that she should, but of course, with her luck, she had not had a need yet to wear one. Quickly, she had gone to Lyv, begging for the help of her dear friend.

Not telling what exactly was going on, she recieved the help she asked for, and even a dress and a few pieces of jewelry. The dress was a little loose, but it was gorgeous... the blue silk was wonderful, and the sleeves were light and flowly while the top was cut low and the waist was small. The diamond around her neck sparkled, and with the help of many pins, her hair was twisted up, a few ringlets falling down from it.

When Shawn had entered their room, right before she was leaving, he stared at her in shock. She smiled at him, and softly kissed his cheek. "I'm going out with..." She couldnt tell him who. "... someone speical. Dont wait up for me, I might not be back till morning." He nodded and watched her leave. Lyv had already disappeared, probably into town to drink with their other friends. Deneira was ready.

Smiling as he approached, she slowly walked forward to him as he looked her over. Her eyes, too, were glancing over the person before her. He was so handsome, so elegant, and such a gentleman. She would have never guessed his age, and she returned the smile she recieved.

“Good evening,†He bowed his head, and she did the same, forgetting to curtsy. "Where shall we be off to? I had heard news of a new tavern that just opened its doors tonight. The will be having a wine tasting, if you would be so inclined…?†She smiled happily, and nodded. "That sounds perfect!"

He offered his arm to her, and she lightly took it, smiling up at him. She didnt know if they were friends or what, but she felt amazing on the arm of this man. He was a warder, bonded to some Aes Sedai, and she knew that there was perhaps some rule she was breaking. Of course, she didnt care. This was completely different from anything she had done before, and the butterflies that occupied her stomach going wild that night.

They made it to the inn, and they had talked the way their. A little about training, a little about gossip, and some about the weather. She didnt know what exactly he expected of her, and kept her mouth shut, which was extremly rare for her.

The door he opened for her, and they stepped inside. After getting settled in, the tasting began, and she never left his side. They were laughing, talking, and smiling. Deneira couldnt remember the last time she had done something like this. She felt at ease with this man, and so excited. It was so new to her, and so different, yet she felt like their friendship was completely natural.

As they were sitting together, she quietly asked him a question that had been tugging at her the entire night. "Why did you invite me out tonight? And why did you talk to me in the yards today? Dont tell me it was because of my lack of proficiency in all weapon forms." Her smile became a soft laugh, but her eyes were serious, still asking him the question.

"Yes Dene, I do want you now. But I know that it will be better for both of us if we wait. If we build our relationship first then when we do get together it will mean more and be that much better." Her heart had jumped as he had said yes, but again, he said no. More than likely, he would never talk to her again. Light, they would probably go back to their room right after this, and he would hide from her. What was going on in his mind?

"Tell you what I would like to do. How about we get back in the water and clean up. Then we can go to dinner and get to know each other a little better. What do you say?" She smiled, then started laughing. She couldn’t be mad at Shawn. It was practically impossible, and she pitied any girl that had tried. Well, she would get him eventually. And she had heard that anticipation made it all the better… Maybe that was what he wanted.

Nodding, she let her towel fall back onto the bench as she walked towards the water, looking back at him, giving him a seductive smile. “Well, come on!†She would make him regret turning her down… and that would really make it all the better. When men were desperate for her body, and not just lusting, she was always pleasured all the more.

She cleaned herself, and of course, helped eachother out. When she washed his back, she ran her fingers over it slowly, blowing cool air onto it. She knew his heart was racing… she could practically feel the thudding. She knew he was wanting her, and eventually, he would take her. Until that time, she would certainly enjoy herself.

By the time they were all clean, they went back to their towels and clothes. She slowly pulled on her clothes, and by the time they were all finished, her hair was somewhat dry as she tied it up into a ponytail on the back of her head. It was rather curly, and she smiled as she bounced some of the curls, her hair taking on a life of its own.

Taking his hand as he was dressed, she smiled at him, and slowly leaned forward. Her lips were close to his, and she slowly and sensually kissed him softly, letting their lips barely graze. She was almost a little shaken herself from the feeling of his lips on hers. Pulling back slowly, she smiled at him, and got lost in his eyes again. “Dinner?â€

Watching her mentee, Deneira moved to lean against the wall. While she relaxed, she watched his movement, and watched to see how he held himself as he walked. He looked almost uncertain, and yet at the same time, excited. She remembered her arrival into Tar Valon… what a sorrowful one. She was a heartbroken child, so naïve, and so alone. She was taken advantage of, then tossed aside, before falling for a guy hard, that left her just like the first jerk that had pulled her into bed. She had been so alone, so hurt… none of her teachers would have guessed that the proud Deneira l’Spada, the speed child, the runner, the amazing, beautiful, gorgeous trainee of the yard was broken. Those were the worst years… at least, until she met Shawn. Until then, it had been a bed here, a man there. But he had made her wait, and now as tower guards, she was happy. even when they were not a couple, they were the best of friends, and it was his friendship that helped her on those days.

She watched as Braxton walked along from weapon to weapon… he couldn’t be but a year or two younger than she… she was only twenty, and had been a Tower Guard for six months. If he was younger than eighteen, she wouldn’t touch her scimitar for a month, and that would about near to kill her. He was lean, and rather skinny. She could see the farm boy muscles, but there was a lot to work on. Unless he worked really hard, he would never be very good at excelling in strength. Being mediocre between strength and speed, she was certain she could push him for, but he would be wonderful at speed. That, she was certain of.

His hand ran through his short brown hair as he looked at a weapon, and from her position against the wall, she could still see his dark brown eyes light up as his hand touched hovered over the short sword. He slowly wrapped his hand around the hilt and picked it up, as if testing the weight, and he smiled to himself, as if a thought or dream past behind his chocolate eyes. She watched, enjoying his happiness. A first weapon was always the greatest… oh, the dreams she had had when her papa had given her that first training weapon. ‘Train hard, Live strong, Die well’ he had always said. And then her scimitar… light, she still had that scar on her foot from the first time she had forgotten the weapon in her hand was nod made of wood, but of steel. It was the first blood spilled on the blade, proving to her and the world it was her weapon… her weapon alone… If only she could read the words on it… one day, she would read it, but that would come after she learned more than just a few letters in order to spell out her name. That was the only thing she could read. There was many letters, then a Deneira l’Spada, followed by many more words… the greatest secret she had never had the courage to ask of its meaning.

She was lost in her own thoughts as he spoke up, smiling at her from his position. A dagger was also in his hand, along with a whip. A whip? There was certainly a grandmaster around here that knew the whip… he was bonded to a yellow sister… the infirmary was frequented by her often… birth control was very necessary… Of course, she would have to ask around the infirmary to find… Lwena, she believed, and ask a favor of her. Perhaps the woman would help her to convince, and ask, and gain the courage of asking a grandmaster to teach a lesson to her mentee. Perhaps she would even hang around on these lessons… it would certainly be interesting.

Walking up, she ran her hand over the flat of the blade, and took it from him, holding out the shortsword. Looking at him, she gave him a cheeky grin. “A short sword, eh? Certain you wouldn’t prefer a scimitar?†The determined look in his eyes and the way he shook his head no made her laugh, and she tested the weight in her hand. “Alright, alright, I shall let you use a short sword. And a dagger… a noble choice, I must say. But this whip…†She handed back the sword and ran her fingers over the taught leather. “May I?†she asked, sensing there was a story behind it. He nodded, and she took it from him, a snapped her wrist lightly, testing it. If he had any training with it at all, she was impressed.

Nodding, she returned it to him the way she had received it, and began returning the other weapon’s to their original places. Pointing out to the other short swords, she told him to look at the others, making sure that that one was the right weight and length for him. She wanted him to be certain. As soon as he was done, she helped him choose out a sword belt and scabbard for his new blade. As soon as all was in order, she led him into the yard. Pointing out a tree across the yard, she said, “I shall be back in a moment. I need to go into my room and get my shortsword, so maybe we can learn a little something!â€

Running back into the barracks, she went to her room where, as usual, Shawn was not. After reflecting on her past, she could really use a hug. They weren’t currently together, but he was still her best friend, and he was always there to listen and hug her tight when she needed him. She quickly switched her favorite weapon for her least, then grabbed a whetstone and cloth, like the ones she had given him before leaving the armory. Running back to him, she found him under the tree, sword in the belt, whip wherever it had been before, and the dagger in its case. Sitting beside him in the shade, she relaxed against the tree, closing her eyes. “Tell me all about yourself, Braxton. All about any weapons, where you got that whip, and anything else I might need to know about you.â€

ooc: find one of what? god, im confused sam! dont be mean to your mentor!

The girl looked at her in shock, and stumbled out a reply. "Tar Valon?" Christine nodded her head. No, she, an Aes Sedai, was going to Tear- of COURSE Tar Valon! Where else? "Ah, no never. Don't they only take noblewomen or someting like that?" Only noble women? Where was this child from, that she was roaming around Caemlyn and didnt even know that Aes Sedai ranged from the poorest fisherwoman to the queen of Andor.

"No, girl, Tar Valon is for all, and I think you should come with me now!" Christine grabbed the girl's shirt, and pulled her along. They went through a crowd, and eventually, Christine found a small weapons shop, the green symbol over top. She entered in, knowing a Green Spy had to certainly own this shop. Entering, there was in fact a woman there, and after flashing her ring, was immediately taken to a back room, where tea was served.

After thanking her hospitable, mutual friend, she turned back to the young girl. Sitting before her, sipping tea lightly, Christine asked her of herself. Her name, where she was from, all about her. Christine was certain, but she had to know if this girl could, in fact, be a future Aes Sedai.

Now in the Armory, Deneira was half ignoring her new trainee as she looked around the room. The boy had never wielded a weapon, she bet, and now she had to teach him to use one. Honestly, why did these little farm boys come to the city? They should have stayed where they were from, and leave the fighting to those that knew what they were doing. This was completely unfair to the teachers… They were given useless people, and told to make warriors out of them. People a swordsman or spearman was not something taught… it was something that was born within, and carefully molded along every step of growth… this really was some cruel joke.

She went over to the different weapons, and began picking out a few from the shelves and racks. A set of daggars, a short sword, a two handed sword, a scimitar, a rapier, and many other weapons were carried to a table, and she layed them all out so that he could see them. These were only a few of the many choices that he could take from, but she figured she had better help him along with his choices.

“Pick three. I would like to suggest perhaps something for close combat, and another for distance… trust me, you will be glad of it later.†She picked up the two-handed sword, and let him see it. “This would take great strength, and a lot of control to use this weapon.†She moved onto the daggars. “Excellent choices, but not exactly the best for your main weapon.â€

She went onto her favorite. Holding the scimitar out to him, she beckoned his eye to her own weapon. “This is speed, a scimitar. It’s a form of the sword, but do you see the curved blade and the one sharp edge? You must be very talented at speed to use this.†She moved over to the rapier. “I myself would never use one of these, but others prefer the distance that is granted… you would also need to know hand to hand combat with this one.â€

“Now, the katanas, these are great for distance and up close. Once again, strength is necessary, but if you think you can handle it, then I encourage you to uptake it.†She layed them back down among the rest. “Go ahead and try them out… see which one you like the most. A weapon should feel right to the wielder. But, I suggest you choose wisely… it might just save, or end, your life.â€

Deneira

Tower Guard

Mentor?

Light, what a day. She was half worn out, and she had only been up for near an hour. She had certainly slept late… very late, and considering the fact she was normally up before dawn had put her into a grumpy mood. Light, she wasn’t even in bed until AFTER dawn. What had happened again? All she remembered was a dance, a lot of drinking, and a man that thought he could handle her. Honestly, men treated her like a prize to be won. she was no trophy, and she would never just sit on a man’s mantle and be the beauty he would show off. No man could control her like that.

Light, her head ached. Her whole body did, of course, but she was so hungover, and she was still trying to clear her eyes. She stumbled out, running around the yard. She hadn’t done that for very long, then knew she had forgotton something… her sword. Light, she hated this new thing. A shortsword… but she had been told to learn another weapon, and so she was. Her scimitar was at her hip, as she was used to… it had always been what she had had, a gift from her deceased father, and she was so used to only using that weapon, that this new thing that she barely ever used was almost a disgrace. She knew that eventually she would be used to it, and one day thank those that told her to learn the thing, but she still missed her scimitar.

Her feet began leading her back to her room, where she had left the blasted weapon. The yard was bustling, and she could see trainees and guards alike training hard. She wished that sometimes, she could remember her purpose here in Tar Valon, but she was too set in her drinking ways to ever really change. Even Ginae was out and about this day… with a trainee behind her. Deneira’s feet quickly moved away from the woman. She knew she had done something wrong now, because the woman seemed to be heading towards her. Light, she didn’t even know the trainee! How could he claim she had done something to him? That had to be it…

â€Deneira!†CURSES! She knew it! How did she know that she was in trouble again? She wasn’t even a trainee, yet she spent more time in that office than all the other trainees put together. The trainee came along with, and slowly Deneira walked forward, waiting to hear what she had done this time. Had this boy been in the bar the night before? Light, she hoped not.

“Dene, I have a mentee for you. This is Braxton. He’s just arrived. Make sure he gets training gear and a room, ok?†Deneira’s mouth dropped wide open, and her eyes buldged. A MENTEE? Was the woman MAD? She tried to say something, but Ginae was gone, and she looked back at the boy who stared at her. “CURSES ON THAT WOMAN!†she exclaimed, tossing her hands in the air and turning away from the boy, hands on her hips. What kind of sad, cruel joke was this? There was NO WAY in the world she was going to mentor! She could hardly even train herself.

Turning back to the boy, she was still a little in shock, and turned back away, trying to form words. â€Hello!†Said the boy… Braxton, she thought was his name. Deneira just looked at him and shook her head. “No! No, no NO! I will not have a mentee! What joke is this?†But she didn’t see Ginae, and no one was laughing at her, telling of the joke. This was not happening. She shook in rage, then grabbed the boys shirt, dragging him after her. “Lets get you in a bloody room…â€

She dragged him to the Trainee barracks and burst in the door. Trainees stood in there, many of which she knew and/or slept with. And they knew she was mad. A few called out to her, but most just bowed to her as she passed. Of course they bowed to her… she was a legend, practically, in their naïve eyes. Entering a room, she pointed to a bed, which had no trunk near it, and no one in the bed. “There, take that one. You can find out who else is in this room later.â€

She turned away as the boy looked around, and almost left the room without him. “Well, come on, you heard Ginae, you need a weapon!†She started walking to the armory, and finally cooled down, before saying, “Welcome to the Warders Yard… tell me, what weapon do you plan to use?†She spoke through clinched teeth, knowing she would kill Ginae for this one… and who ever else stood in her way, too.

Deneira

Tower Guard

Completly Pissed

He watched her as she sat there, her body shaking. She just didn’t understand. Formalities came second, pleasure was always first. And yet… he said he wanted her, but at the same time, he was telling her no. And he was so confusing! Why was this so tough? And why did she feel so stupid when he was the one that was being so confusing. She was very confused about the mind of men.

"Dene, the ball is in your court now. You have a choice to make. You can go on from here hating me for showing you the truth, and trying to let you see the inherent value and purity within you. Or..." She heard him leave the pool as she hung her head low. She felt him beside her, and she could see he was wearing a towel. Her value? Her purity? No one valued her, and she was certainly not very pure. So what was he talking about?

"Or we can build upon the friendship we've started. Or you can give me the chance to prove to you the things I've said, to prove that you're better than what you've made yourself out to be." Could she put away her pride, and be his friend? Could she deal with knowing he wouldn’t take her to his bed? It was so new, something that was completely different. Never had she been treated like this… not since Darion, at least. And he had still left her.

She whipped away her tears, and looked up, brushing her hair from her face. She turned to him and kissed his lips sofltly, trying one last time. “Are you certain you don’t want me now? We can be friends, but what is wrong with doing what feels good?†She couldn’t be mad at him. He was too hot and too sweet for her to ever be mad at. And yet, she still was.

Deneira awoke, the sun streaming through the trees, the morning dew making the grass shine. She sat up, and saw the horses, Mateo, and their packs were gone. She was in complete surprise. All she had was her knife that was on her hip and the blanket she had wrapped around her in the cool night- this was so not cool. She knew Mateo hated her, but this was going just a little too far. She quickly set about moving, knowing that she had to make it as far as she could to Caemlyn before nightfall- it would be a few days journey on foot. Perhaps a week, at most, but she knew about where to go, and she could run, so she was not worried. She noticed that there was her waterskin, and she picked it up, knowing already it would be empty.

She began running towards the south, or at least, what she thought was south. In truth her directions were off course, and she was headed more southwest, away from the direct line to Caemlyn that Mateo had set out for them. Midday, she only found a fruit to eat. It was bitter, but the juices felt good in her parched mouth.

Night came quickly, and the exhausted Deneira tried to make a fire. Of course, her luck, it decided to rain. Only would it rain on the nights she had no shelter. She climbed up a tree, and with branches above her to keep her try, wrapped up in the blanket to try and keep warm. She had nothing to eat, but she set out her waterskin, collecting water for the next day.

And of course, it rain some more. Thankfully, the rain water had filled her skin, and she was able to have a good drink every once in a while. She found some fruits and some herbs, and by late afternoon, there was a chance of the rain ceasing. And it did, thank the light. She had a fire, and water, then looked for food. She had to eat- the little she had had was hurting her running, and she knew that quickly, her energy would run out.

She took her knife, and went to a clover patch, awaiting anything that might be hungry- and by the Dark One’s own luck, she caught a rabbit. Skinning it, and taking some of the herbs she had collected over the day, she roasted it over her fire, enjoying a good, hot meal. The fruit that she had saved from lunch was also a treat, filling her stomach full.

No longer did she run, but walk, because she had a strange feeling that her feet were leading her off course. And she was, unknown to her. She didn’t eat breakfast, nor a lunch, because she could find nothing. She began wishing she had saved some of her dinner from the night before.

Her water was running out, and she knew she needed food, when darkness fell, and she heard noises in the trees. Frightened, Deneira went to look, and began to smell wondrous scents, all which made her taste buds tingle. There were two travelers, cooking a dinner, and Deneira knew she was desperate when she stepped into their area, calling to them.

“Excuse me, but may I join your fire?â€

Deneira led aran into the stables, motioning him to be quiet. They stepped lightly, trying to not let much sound emit from under their boots. She put her finger to her lips, then moved off to the side as he looked at her questioning. Aran looked up, and blue fell down onto him. Deneira burst out laughing, and Lyv followed that one with another bucket. The Master Prankster had been pranked!

The third bucket was soon to come, but it dropped down beside aran as a startled Lyv fell into his arms. Aran held onto her, and Deneira almost fell over laughing. Aran took as step, as if to set down Lyv, and his feet slid in the paint, his back now on the floor. Deneira took the opportunity to run forward and grab the last bucket, pouring it over them both.

Lyv looked a little shocked, but Aran was laughing as she winked at them, then blew a kiss. “Ya know, you two look a little blue!†she ran out of the stable laughing, then watched from the door she struggled off of him, and he struggled up. This was too perfect…

Christine was riding upon her horse, looking around her at the world she saw. It had been ages since she had been away from Tar Valon, and here she was, almost a century later, in what she now thought to be the most beautiful city across the land. She had heard of the beauty of Caemlyn, but the great work of the Ogiers was very obvious in all she saw. It was magnificent.

She had felt strangely as she sat at that tavern, having a light drink. She had a few meetings she had planned for the next day, all in the service of Sirayn, but for that day, she was free to do as she pleased. And so, she was sitting outside, having a nice glass of wine before venturing to the palace, where she would make her presence known. She had long wanted to meet the Queen, or at least those that advised her. She didnt even know who the latest Aes Sedai advisor was... it was something Christine didnt find all too important- Sirayn would beat her for not knowing it.

She watched people pass. Merchants, peddlers, soldiers, and children. But she felt something pass by her. The power. And Christine didnt see an Aes Sedai. The power was moving from her, and she rose from her chair, following the feeling. She couldnt feel the channeling, but it was more as though a feeling of someone that could, or at least, if they attempted to, could.

She left a copper on the table for the dull wine, and followed the feeling. The girl in front of her. She was about Christine's height, and she seemed to be in her own world. Making certain her Aes Sedai ring was visible, she leaned against a building, callout to the girl. "Hello, Child." The girl jumped and turned around to face her.

"Oh, my lady. I did't see you." Christine moved forward to the girl, and took a look at her, before walking around her, looking at the victim. Christine was willing to bet her beltpurse that the girl could channel. Smiling at her, she returned before the girl. "Child, I am more than certain you know of Tar Valon and the White Tower. I am Christine Sedai of the Green Ajah... have you ever thought about Tar Valon for yourself?"

Christine was laying in bed, feeling extremely tired, but extremely pleased with herself. Once again, she had gotten her man… and after all these years, it felt good to get her man. She had happily dressed in a green dress, glad to be rid of the white. It was low cut, in the latest style from Arad Doman, and she was proud. It felt right to be wearing her natural clothing again.

There was a knock at the door, and she slowly rose from the bed, a pain in her chest. Ever since that night in Sirayn’s office, it always hurt… she knew it would heal eventually, so until then, she had to be careful… she still couldn’t get over what she had done. She couldn’t even remember much of that night. All she knew was that she had lost everything, so she had foolishly tried to kill herself. She knew she would pay for her foolishness, but she thought that she had been through enough by now.

Opening the door, she saw Jaydena Sedai before her. She slowly curtsied, lowering her head, then remembered that the sitter was one of her ajah, and that while she should show respect, she was no longer the low of the low. “Hello, Jaydena Sedai. How can I help you? No trouble, I hope?â€

She was so confused. Good enough for her? She didn’t understand. He had just admitted he wanted her, and it was pretty obvious she wanted him, but still… and she was her own woman and could make her own decisions… This fight was harder than she thought it would be, and now her emotions had been pulled into it.

He hugged her close to him, and she brushed away the tears. She was shaking, she was so upset. She didn’t know what to do. Did this mean he was mad at her? See herself the way he did? As what? A WHORE? She was herself, and that was what mattered to her. He shouldn’t care about that… it was none of his business.

Not even bothering to flirt or cover herself up, she climbed from his arms and jumped out of the bath. Taking a towel from the rack above her clothes, she took it and wrapped it around her. Sitting on the bench, she stared at him, wondering what to do next.

Aran arched his back, and, stepping forward, he went back to the same, tedious, guard stance. Would every form relate back to that one? His lathe went to his right, her left, and he slashed the lathe across his body, with a rise and fall to it. Suddenly, the blade was back where it had begun, and he was in guard stance. "Arc of the Moon moves up and down in the same way the moon rises and falls during the night. Can take someone's head clean from its shoulders when done right."

Light... if that thing had been a pace longer, her head would be gone. It was so fast... Then the blade moved again, dropping quickly, then returning to the guard position. "A quick blow, The Courtier Taps his Fan is meant to be sharp and quick. You probably won't split a man's head in twain, but you'll crack his skull open."

He repeated Lion on the Hill, but this time, it moved downward as he stepped forward. "The Kingfisher Takes a Silverback. The Kingfisher quickly darts its beak in the water and takes the fish in a single, swift movement. Can cripple someone, or finish them even if they don't go down straight away." She nodded, noting the way his feet moved rarely.

The next move was faster, and he was back into guard position suddenly. "The Falcon Stoops. Like The Kingfisher Takes a Silverback, except instead of fully committing to the blow, one pulls up from it in the same way that a Falcon pulls up from snatchings its prey. Therein lay the difference between the two. The Kingfisher Takes the Silverback is meant to finish an opponent, whereas The Falcon Stoops is more to wound or deter." There wasnt much difference between the two movements, so how could the reaction be different? In theory, it did not work, but she was certain that in practice, it would become apparant of the differences that matter.

"And while we're doing thrusts." He stepped forward, thrusting the lathe at head height, almost straightening his arm out. "The Hummingbird Kisses the Honeyrose in the same way that one greets an opponent that rushes. It can be used to drive someone back if not to kill them, or take a charging opponent that isn't quick enough to divert your blade, they'll impale themselves with their own momentum."

He fell to the ground, and sad back. "Well? Get to it." He swung his lathe at her, and she gave a glared... idiot.

She started on the first two. The lathe moved in her, feeling awkward as she stepped. she attempted it again, this time concentrating on her feet, and the lathe almost fell from her hands. Closing her eyes and embrassing the source, she tried it again, the blade rising and falling, until it returned to the original position. It was a bit shaky, but she was proud. After a few more tries, she could do it without error, and the blade was no longer shaky.

She went to the second form. She stepped as she twisted the blade and struke an imaginary skull. She nearly dropped the blade, but she didnt think Aran was watching her error. She moved from the basic guard form into this new one, and her hips thrust as she stepped. With each try, it got a little easier, until she was ready to move onto the next. By now, Christine was dripping in sweat.

The next movement, she stepped and thrust, this feeling alot more familiar. The lathe was a bit too low, but after a few more tries, she had it properly. She repeated the move quicker, and she saw the difference in the blade in her hand. The step was faster, and the blade whipped more.

She did the last movement, her arm thrusting forward, and she locked the elbow, almost dropping the weapon. Trying again, her arm almost fell apart under the weight. Her third attempt was successful, and she tried all the forms one more time, before kicking Aran, telling him to get up.

Christine

Aes Sedai

Deneira rubbed her body against his, smiling as he tried to compose himself. She would quite enjoy this roomate. He acted so innocent, and yet, he wanted her. She knew it.

"And just what would you like to talk about? Training? Pranking? Or something more serious?" Well, talking wasnt exactly what she was going for, but it would work. "Personally I don't much care what we talk about so long as I can look into your eyes while we do."

Deneira laughed and blushed, glancing away for a moment, then smiling into his eyes. She slowly leaned forward, and her lips ever so gently touched his. Sitting back, she smiled at him, waiting for him to make the next move.

He pulled her to him, and let her float on her back. This was teaching her to swim? Please, the boy knew nothing. But she liked the feeling of his hands gliding over her back and buttox as he held her in the water.

He stared into her eyes, and she was held by them. The icy blue... when she first met him, she thought that they were cold and distant, but now she saw innocence and purity, as if he had yet to see the evils of the world. She knew he should cherrish that innocence. But the way that he stared into her eyes... she glanced away, her cheeks red, and pulled her body away from him.

His hands brushed over just the right places, and along with her closed eyes, she had to stiffle a moan. She half sat on his lap, and he looked at her in shock. "Swimming is boring, I would much rather talk!" She smiled at him, trying to forget that look in his eyes as she kissed his cheek softly, her legs already feeling a certain effect on him as they sat against his body.

Deneira pulled off all of her clothes slowly, knowing his eyes were on her. She ever so gracefully let her small clothes fall off, and undid the braid that held back her long, wavey brown hair. She slowly walked to the bath, and sat in, his eyes still watching her. She settled back, and closed her eyes, watching Shawn through her dark lashes.

"Well, my lady, do you know how to swim? If not, I'd be glad to teach you." Swim? Deneira could swim like a fish. But that didnt matter now. It was all a part of her flirting. She glanced at him and, smiling, shook her head no. "I would love if you could teach me." She moved closer to him, her body barely touching his.

She felt his eyes on her as she moved, and she smiled as they walked. He was being a bit obvious, but she swished her hips, allowing him to get the best view he could. After a few more minutes, she looked back over her shoulder, and smiled at him. Shawn blushed and apologized, and she just laughed as she walked.

They made their way into the town, and he walked beside her. She wondered where to go. After all, it was she that had invited him to a night on the town… she should figure out what they were doing. "Well, sad as it is to admit, I haven't spent any time at all outside the Yards. Know any good places to go?"

She giggled at him, then linked her arm through his, holding on tight and kissing his cheek softly. “Shawn, you haven’t been around me enough… you would know this place inside and out if you had.†His face was a dark red, and she just laughed, looking around.

“Well, we could go to a show, do some shopping, sit in a tavern and drink, or-“ Something caught Deneira’s eye, and she stopped, turning and looking at it. “-A bath house!†She led him to it, and he almost tried to hold back. “Come on, Shawn, we are both sweaty and dirty from training… don’t you want to be clean?â€

They got inside, and she knew the woman running the place. She was a well known customer, whether coming with friends, or her… men. She requested a private room, and they were led off. Shawn said some bit about being a gentleman, but Deneira ignored it.

Once they were in the room, Deneira thanked the lady, then set about getting undressed. Taking off her boots, she smiled at Shawn, who looked to be still in shock. “Well, come on! You cant get in there with your clothes on!â€