Pain radiated from the pressure on his upper arms; Aran seemed to force even more pressure down as if to enforce his words. A hard double knee to the upper back of the man; an attempt to dislodge him only met with a third strike, his cheek exploding in a brief flare of pain. Corin let himself go limp at the contact. He fed the pain into the burning anger, looked for a way to focus it to a proper purpose unsuccessfully. Plans, ways and methods of escape flittered amongst the alcohol induced fog; slide like oil over water as he tried to grasp at them. He had to protect her but could not risk an association to her.

“Our purpose is to protect the Aes Sedai,” the words slipped from him with soft indistinct edges. An image flared in his mind and was gone; shadow filtering through out his mind like the sun's image impressed on the retina after looking at it's brilliance. “You were the one ... you stated to blackmail ... to corner. Not right ... protect them ... wrong ... wrong.” The sounds ran together, pauses disjointed the the words and broke their meaning and flow. “Your oath ... not right ... how could you ... how?” He remained limp, offered no resistance or fight. Winced visibly as Aran leaned further forward momentarily to add additional weight to arms growing numb, gauging him perhaps.

“Commander must know ... explain yourself ... not right ... not right.” His head shook slowly from side to side as the slurred words radiated from him. “Aramina ... approve?” Has to believe. Corin kept his head turned, refusing to look at the man that held him pinned to the floor. An incoherent sack of flesh and bone with little use.

He was braced and ready for how he might have to create the right words and structure to answer the impending question about the personality of the issue. How to spin a truthful reply while not revealing the truth behind it all. The longer he spent in service to her the more he understood how Aes Sedai could speak truth without giving a true and proper answer. But that fate was ironically saved by the man Corin would least have expected. Aran's voice froze his mind at it's touch for a moment as visions of their conversation and ensuing disagreement played back to him. His hands tensed slightly as he worked to ignore the man's comments and general presence. He had conveniently been able to knock Corin over the edge and lose proper control of his emotions, something he had vowed later would not happen again.

Even after the man had left Corin held his emotions in an iron tight grip, a slight fear that even a little easing may cause him to let on to deeper issues. Bad enough the whole incident with Aran had happened, but now was not the time to be dwelling on damage control. He would have to work out the consequences of that at another time. Knowing what he did of Aran, the man would probably not make a big deal of it outright. But he doubted he would leave it completely either, he would find some way to make a lever out of it. What that would be he did not know; for now at least.

“Thank-you Commander Ryota, I will not disappoint you and will ensure my head is firmly on duty. But I think I will pass on your offer; a drink would probably not do me any benefit right now. I have things to sort out.†He rose from the chair offering the Commander a crisp salute before turning to the door. Halfway through the opening he looked back once more, “perhaps another time when things are sorted out we can have that drink.†After a nod from Brand he closed the door and stepped out away from the building into the growing shadows. Sort out .... duty. Where are the lines of duty? I though I had known at one time, but now I am not so sure.

Quietly he made his way through the yard's patterned field of twilight and shadow. A full moon promised a bright night and the earth still radiated it's warmth back to the air from the sun's earlier heating. It was a very good night to ponder a future that may be in doubt if he did not find a focus for it. Normally he would spend his time of though in the garden or the Ogier grove; but the garden had become a bit of a dangerous place at times. Dangerous in the terms of who he might run into, a run in with of either of them there could result in unfortunate circumstances. The armory loomed in the near horizon and pulled at him; feet changing to carry him to it's heavy door. Where it all began ... the night is much quieter, more hospitable then that fateful night when I met her here. His hand moved slowly over the wooden door's surface as if it held the memory of their meeting; that he might draw it out. Emotions pulled him to enter, to see the table where they had made there little bargain; to feel her presence if only in his mind. No she is not there and will not be there. Will not be anywhere I am.

Softly he made his way down the building's side to a small stack of creates and scampered up onto the buildings roof. No one will be looking for me until daybreak and those that come here will be to interested in it's contents to notice a misplaced shadow. Reserved to the fact that life would never be the simple adventure he had foolishly envisioned as a youth. He leaned back against the roof and stared up at the stars; his foot dangled over the edge swinging slowly in the air. Where was his future now, he had thought it lay in the adventure of traveling with an Aes Sedai. Then he had thought it was in the protection and company of a wise older sister, for a spell even believed that it could be to the tower in purpose and two sisters in specific. How foolish he had been, how could she not have reacted in that way? He had kidnapped her, what in the name of all that was good was he thinking? But that was the problem, he wasn't thinking; not clearly, not of late.

Anger seethed in the darkness of his mind; flared in the intermittent windows of clarity that pin pricked the alcoholic fog wanting to control his thoughts and desires. Still his thoughts came random and slightly disjointed; sought to find away to burn off that which the golden ale had begun in his head. Concentration was beginning to become more a focused effort, more so as Aran began on Sirayn again. The sudden interruption of the common room harlot did little to improve his mood. Broken and disjointed memories plucked from the mass of intertwined memories; a collage of images and thoughts, colors blending and contorting in eye jarring patterns. These lent to Aran' reputation with women and his believed purpose for them. Rumors were rumors but this scene before him did nothing to dispel them.

Isabella was a fine and shapely woman; would have gained the eye of most men; her soft and sultry voice tried to worm into his mind and draw his focus but in his present state Corin latched on to his anger instead. Her smile and the twinkling dance of light that played over her hair, the red highlights set to shimmer, and lit a sparkle in her eye all designed to draw the unwary in. Corin feed the anger seething within, kept his focus on Aran even as she rose; her soft fingers collecting a measure of his cheek in her grasp. Only through the remnants of his up bringing did he rise from the table momentarily, offering her a proper gentleman bow as she slipped from the room.

His eyes in short order flashed back to met Aran's as he turned back to the table and there conversation. He had accepted drinks foolishly believing they would be kept to a mildly respectable level. But from the onset it was clear the man was going to use this to soften him up before beginning in earnest to pry that which he sought from Corin's mind. The women must have been an addition to his plan. He new rumors from his meeting with Lavinya would prove to be a pitfall for him. But he only believed Sirayn would hold that rein; believed the Aes Sedai would keep things quiet regarding one of there own. But for him to pull this kind of antic; the soft shimmer of red; a pointed smile. To bring her in at a point that Aran must have believed Corin's battle with the ale was at it's tipping point; a perfect point of distraction to set him firmly enslaved to the fog. All thoughts and desires faded back into the darkness that swallowed even the fog in his mind; focused on one burning ember in that darkness.

He was a student of the void not the spring, different as night and day in there relationship to emotions when seeking the focus a swordsman and protector needed. Corin's captivation on the glowing hot ember of raw anger focused his thoughts, but that focus lacked the clarity he needed for true judgment; clarity the void offered him. “If the information can be persuaded from her I'm sure you will find it quite useful for this blackmail idea.†Corin's voice wavered in it's attempt to remain flat, added a slight edge of taint to the last words. “Interesting that Isabella should choose such a time to seek you out Aran. I would worry over my coin if this were cards we sat at and not the life of a sister,†words of objection and clarity already beginning to form on Aran's lips. “No I don not mean a sisters life in that light either man, what do you take me for,†his hand banged down on the table then clumsily grabbed his mug to keep it up right, though it would not have fallen from the movement anyway.

“Seems this Isabella takes a fancy to you and our Commander,†rising from the table he collected the bottle and moved around to Aran's side; voice lowering into more hushed tones. “We will have to work together to cage her if we are to get the information.†Tipping his bottle to Aran's mug he continued, eyes shifting occasionally to the door as if watching for further interruption. “So tell me, how warm is that shapely one? She looked to have softness in all the right places.†Corin's face wore a large grin as his eyebrows bounced up and down. “Seems to have a thing for the Commander though ... but still,†his hand came up to rub at his chin in thoughtful contemplation. “I suppose something as willing and sweet as that is worth the risk of sampling her charms yes?†At that moment as he leaned in, words still slurred edges he released himself to the burning rage that he had been feeding. Felt the surge of power from raw emotion course through him in controlled, unfocused desire.

Corin's right hand shot out; his fist connecting with the surprised man's jaw and sent him spinning from his chair to the left. The plan he had been brooding over and sorting out amongst all the cotton and disjointed thoughts in his head seemed more logical then it's apparent execution. Corin lunged from the table at Aran now on all fours on the floor. But the alcohol had taken the benefits he had learned in the yard, aided his opponent in every way. Precision and timing slipped though his hands as he knocked Aran over; the angle of his lunge had been off and sent him skittering across the floor loosing the opportunity to pin the more focused Aran who was already working to recover his feet.

Linten had rose early, a mix of excitement, anxiety, and relief had kept sleep sporadic. He had not realized how badly his return might have turned out until they arrived at the Black Tower; sensed the change in his escorts demeanor. Even after his name had been cleared he had remained guarded; would for a long time to come if he ever did feel comfortable here again. How much has changed in this place I had begun to call home? Only time would tell, but time would not find him idle or unwary. He was to resume training under his old mentor again. That had offered a measure of comfort in that he had known Isha before he had left, ~been abandoned to that hellish place.~ He ignored the voice and it's attempts to twist reality. They had often danced, but he would not fall for the dance today.

Carefully he strapped the sword to his back, eased the blade in it's sheath. His only true and trusted friend since he had been ... let the though fall to the wayside. He would be training again, knowledge he needed for his future; needed to make them pay. Formless laughter rang from a dark corner in his mind; tried to create an urgency. But he was safe for now. Surrounded by others of his kind, protected once more by the numbers of the Black Tower. The Tar Valon witches would not come here, could not hope to gentle the new ranks that lived here.

~Rion ..... what if there are others like him~

“Shut up ... they hold power in their grasp and serve the Dragon, a man ... do you here me a man!†His own voice filled his ears in a strangled whisper. Restraint, you must keep restraint until the time is right. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, the voice had touched on a raw nerve that had followed Linten since the night Isha had taken him from here. He forced the voice back into the darkness, ignored the muted buzz of it's poison.

Darkness still lay heavy over the yard but the faintest indications of light kissed gently at the eastern horizon and promised an end to nights rein over them for another day. Isha's directions had been clear and precious as to the time and place he was to meet and continue his training in the control and use of Saidin. New weaves were only part of his desire to return to the Tower, to accomplish what must be done he needed to improve; to learn and master everything Isha could teach him and more. Only then would he be truly ready for the Dragon's purpose; if in the process he was able to complete a few of his own all the more better.

The tall man looked more shadow then substance as Linten approached him. His shape partially masked in the filtering shadows of the tree line. But when he turned with the twisted smile that took his face, it spoke of the man Linten had known in better times. Turning his eyes toward the sweep of Isha's hand Linten worked to draw straw form from shadow and tree. So many, so very many. “You have been busy since you left me last night my mentor. So many forms must have taken a great deal of time to build and place. I know you asked me to bring my sword; but with so many, you will be teaching me more weaves and control of Saidin won't you?†His eyes continued to study the placement of the dummies; their numbers and points of hight concentrations.

Linten

Returned mentee of Isha

Watching Shawn lunge to return the ball, Corin could not help admit how much the man had improved since the last time they had played. His eyes tracked the ball as it raced back toward the wall in an arc feet already stepping out in the most likely direction from his mind's calculations. It was god to have something random and ever changing to focus his mind and thoughts on other then the continued quandary that plagued him. Peripheral view registered the movement of Shawn in toward the middle of their makeshift court.

Handball had been part of his training now for a while; a requirement of it's path. As the ball compressed against the wall and then spun out toward the court in a low arc only half the distance it's original trajectory would have carried it. Corin was already adjusting his steps to meet the ball's new path while his mind calculated his position relative to Shawn. As his body twisted like an uncoiling spring to drive the ball back a chuckle ripped from his throat; memories of his first meeting with Shawn wobbled the return. The ball would still return long to the court but the spin he was hoping to add to it was lost.

“Indeed, you have to watch the innocent one's the closest.†He smiled at his old mentee as the man began racing back. “They are always the ones that get into the greatest of troubles with Blademasters and need you to bail them out before they get killed.†The comment was in jest of course, the situation had been exactly opposite. But the small nod he gave the man now occupied with his return was one that spoke of respect and appreciation.

Silence, emptiness with the weight of the world it's self sat brazen between them as the eyes of the two men lock in silent reasoning. Offers floated in Corin's mind, reasons for his present preoccupation. Some know, some unknown; several that could never be known. Quick with training he had received in the art of deception at her hand several viable and in a way truthful answers came bubbling up from those offers that floated. How easy it would be to lay the distraction at the feet of Dorian his most troublesome mentee. How a mentor's concern for the charge in his care way laid his thoughts at times. Concern could easily be bought as a reason for absentmindedness; the assassination attempt only added viable weight to the argument. But his father, the way he had been brought up; his very existence up to now.

Brilliant green eyes turned down slightly, glanced away from Brand's almost in shame. From a very young age he had been taught to respect command. All through his youth while at home his father had taught him of the sacrifices men made in the name of command; good command. Not every man was cut out to take such a position; responsibility was a steep hill and a slippery slope. Good men with a solid foundation of their job in a command position were rare and worthy of honesty and respect. His new found passion for Daes Dae'mar struggled inside with the strong sense to acquiesce to the position Brand held by right both through appointment and what Corin had learned and observed of the man.

Still other factors played here that were as deep as heritage including loyalty. When it came to her secrets and the agreements they had made he had to be irreprehensible to the letter; even should it mean disgrace to his family. But perhaps there was a way that he could manage both, she had taught him much, and not all was from her actual lessons. The way she carried and conducted herself had made an impact on him as well. What was not said was not a lie, it was simply an omission. What another's mind does with that omission or because of it had no bearing on the truth of the matter. The recollection almost caused the edge of his mouth to curl; she was a master at her game and a wonder to watch. So why was he so isolated and disesteemed in her eyes. It was a misunderstanding she had to see from his history, from the mess he had become that he had intended no harm; why did she not see that.

The sound of Brand clearing his throat again brought Corin back from his reverie, eyes snapping back up to meet the man. “I beg your pardon Commander Ryota, it's seems I can not deny the account you lay before me as we have just witnessed.†He shifted on his seat as he looked for the words to convey his wanting to belong, his need to remain in service but not reveal her secrets. “You are familiar with my mentee Dorian yes? The situation that came to light a little while back? I .... I am not sure I am doing right by him, he has potential I can see it in him. But ... but he does not take things as serious as I believe he should. The man was almost killed and still I struggle to ensure he knows the forms without hesitation,†his voice had been growing but now it dropped barely above a whisper. “Perhaps I am to hard on him, I just worry, I know I should not. Death is what awaits us all in the end, it is the partner we train to dance with. But I still worry about his while he remains in my care. I don't know why I can not be distant and hard like others who train the young ones.â€

It was not the whole picture, it was not even the part that took the majority of his mind. But it was truthful and accurate. Brand deserved that at least, he deserved more but somethings had to remain unspoken. The emotion and the worry were a great part of his present delema, but it's key holder in that regard was not a trainee or even a member of the guard, she was so much more and yet so much more fragile at the same time. Heritage teaching's still prodded his mind; feed the guilty feeling in his core. “That of course is not the whole reason, there is more but ...†how could he put it. Full disclosure was not an option, but neither was a lie. “I have a bit of a personal matter I am dealing with. I know that is no excuse and personal issues should never effect a soldier, or guards performance. Too many lives are at risk. All I can ask is that you give me a little more time to sort this out. My history speaks for itself, I am dedicated to the protection of the lives in this tower and would not willingly do anything to jeopardize that.†His head tipped down as eyes dropped to the table, his voice soft once more. “I can understand if you feel that is not enough, you are charged with the protection of all who call his place home. I am simple a tool in your array to accomplish that end. But I ask that you take a second look at the tool, it maybe slightly tarnished and scratched. But it is still strong and useful,†his eyes came up with a sparkling fire in them. “I am still useful.â€

How had a simple request of why he was distracted turn into all that his tongue had given life to? Why did he feel the need to justify himself to the man. He hadn't threatened to re leave him of duty and title, yet he had just defended himself as if he had.

A thick cotton fog was beginning to take hold of Corin's mind as Aran began his justification to avoid conversation based on Aramina. Thoughts began to muddle and blend slightly; caused a little more of his focus to be turned inward trying to keep them separated. Reasoning began to come slower and with more effort as he tried to plan how his next move would be. Dammit, why could I not have a higher tolerance for this? The thought adding to others that mixed and intertwined in his mind. He was feeling rather warm, too warm, why was it so blasted warm in the room? He picked up his mug to quench his thirst and stopped before his lips, no that's what started this whole feeling. The mug returned to the table and Corin kept his eyes on it to avoid Aran's.

The man had begun talking about destroying things, separation and isolation good things to destroy. Sirayn's name floated into the mixed mess of thoughts and plans in his mind, yes Sirayn, destroy to keep her safe. Destroy the past to remake the future ... future ... protect and covet ... destroy Seiaman ... Sirayn is mine. His thoughts drifted past with the alcohol induced fog that filled his mind. Bit's and pieces plucked from them to mix together and form new thoughts; void of order and sense. But even as the ale worked against him; tried to make him more pliable to his opponent sharpness honed on words that floated from the table. â€we control her,†ice filled his veins and an eerie silence fell over Corin. Eyes, once drawn inward returned to sharp clarity; focused on Aran.

His mind fought to grasp hold of the words and their meanings, to keep them from sliding through his fingers. Bloody ashes!! She's threatened and I can't keep my head clear! Thoughts to protect her, to alert her mixed with the rest. Guarded emotions, anger, love, betrayal, lose, all sank in the quagmire of ale that worked to break his focus. He willed a stern and separated expression to his face, but that control only resulted in a completely blank expression; edges removed by the drink. Filling his six mug he continued to listen to Aran's plan. He had little intention of drinking from it, but knew it would be a contentious issue if left empty on the table.

“You walk a very dangerous thin line Aran,†his words were quiet but lacked the heat and edge he wanted added. “From what you say of her opinion in regards to yourself this will have to be something very deep. She views me as a;†paused for a moment looking for the right set of words as his eyes looked inward again. “A tolerable messenger and convenient puppet for word games when she feels the mood.†Don't forget traitor, coward, and wretch unworthy of the time it would take to kill. The dark thoughts floated freely in his mind and helped to darken his mood further, both of which clarity of mind would have kept in check. “To destroy an Aes Sedai's reputation and control them through that destruction is very dangerous. To do that to someone with Sirayn's history and reputation is darn near suicidal. This would have to be something very deeply guarded, you understand that don't you? If she found out,†he began to shake his head and stopped quickly as the room seemed to move with it slightly .... “I don't even want to think on the consequences. But perhaps someone I know can supply that information. It will not be easy to get her to talk though ....†Corin cursed himself mentally for letting slip the source would be female. What was the matter with him, he was better then this, just have to get through the fog; have to find clarity again. Finger tips whitened slightly as he forced his hands to remain flat and open on the table, eyes still on the mug's edge. “Don't think the topic of Aramina has been swept under the table either.â€

Watching the man across from him Corin was moderately offended and slightly agitated at the way the Aran tossed aside his request while downing yet more ale. Being less then a practiced drinker he had little doubt he would not be able to keep up with the man. That left him with the decision of how much he was willing to risk for the answers he wanted. Corin listen to Aran intently though it did not show from his expression or posture. But every word and phrase was carefully scrutinized and tidbits filed away for later use. All the while he replayed his own words back in his mind to ensure he had not allowed more then he wanted known and as a gauge to indicate what, if any, Aran added that might be new.

Pouring out his third mug he nodded to acknowledge that he was listening to Aran's depiction of the situation and the woman he would find away to be reunited with again. “Deduced that on your own did you,†sarcasm and the speed his tongue brought forth the words that were mean to remain thought; added to his agitation. He knew better then to allow any reaction, but what was done was done and there was no way to take it back now. Taking another log pull of the mug to keep his mouth from opening again he listened to Aran's final analysis of the situation. The man did have a pretty fair grasp of the hand situation, but how well did he truly understand the woman?

“Perhaps,†the word rolled slow and drawn out from his lips before he brought the mug up and drained it's contents. “I would not so much say I pushed her, I offered on a few occasions; made mention in passing perhaps. But I would not say I pushed her. You stated she clammed up when you tried to stress the point with her. Perhaps you gave up to quickly, perhaps she was at the breaking point and hence her decision to avoid further comment on the subject. As for what she has taught me, if it is your native game of words I would be a fool to sit to her table in that game. A student never beats a master unless they too become one. I assure you I am no master Aran, I know my limitation, well actually have had them beaten into me a few times. Somethings were always best left in the mind then put to another's ear by way of the tongue, including that last which remained unspoken.

“I am interested in the plan you believe may bring light to her eyes. All Aes Sedai should be able to defend themselves without the use of Saidar.†He could feel the hotness in his cheeks already; a gift from his father in regards to drink. It did not take much to bring on the outward appearance of flushed cheeks. “I am greatly disappointed however in your lack of dealing in good faith. I do not recall an agreement on limiting the conversation to just one person. You are the one interested in Sirayn and expect me to give you information on her. Yet when I ask about another who I am interested in you quickly pass it off as trivial. What is it you wish to hide about this Aramina? Do you have feelings other then simple duty to this woman? Or perhaps she has sworn you to secrecy in her service? I have kept my, mugs, as you put it, so why are you so adverse to discussing her?†To prove his point Corin took a long pull of the fourth mug before placing it back on the table, eyes on that of Aran's.

Relief flickered on the void's surface; tittered across the glass like expanse between the black emptiness that held him in focus and the winsome emotion that sought out a home. Isha had accepted him, or perhaps was curious enough to bring him back to the yards without further questions and demands. Only time would indicate whether that had been a good decision or a bad one. Either way, his experience had taught him that only one person could truly be trusted in this world and right now that one person was him self. He needed Isha, still wanted to believe in the man. But he was also the reason Linten had been separated from his own kind; forced to stay running from the witches of Tar bloody Valon. Seething anger beat upon the void, begged admittance back into his heart, sought out revenge. Patience, the time will come when warm blood and dirt will mix to make the mud beneath feet.

For a precious moment his world slipped; masked dropped slightly as eyes widened. Where had that thought come from? Was he truly willing to kill? He would never let them take him alive, but would he actually hunt them as they did his own brethren. A shiver escaped his control; raced the length of his spine setting his shoulders to motion briefly as Isha's half whisper spoke of home. Indeed it was time to be home, to be were he might still be accepted. ~Will they take you with open arms?~ His feet stuttered in there following of Isha as the reality crashed down on the void. He had been gone for a long time, there would have been changes. Even his old mentor had changed; what if he wasn't welcome any longer, was labeled a run away or traitor and separated, ridiculed, punished. These thoughts had never occurred to him prior to this moment. They had tried to find a place in thought but he had always dismissed them. Now the reality was to close to ignore. What if he was returning to his own death instead of a welcome?

Will wrestled with desire to control the urge to draw Saidin in once again, to find comfort in it's power and strength. But he had to control that desire, that reaction of self preservation that had taken root in him since Isha had left him in the borderlands. He would need a clear, level head for what would await him in the Black Tower; home. A thought strayed from the dark, the void separating it from emotion, would his stuff from his real home still exist? Would it still be there for him when he returned? Drenn materialized out of the darkness ahead of Isha and Linten. Focus returned sharply to Linten's mind as he watched the man's back cautiously. He still had to figure out were they stood. His leaving left them unsettled in where a relationship might have gone. He had advanced in the ranks well while Linten was absent; would no doubt expect a certain level of respect for his position. It could be the lever in which to set events in motion should the need arise. But for now he would have to work to feel out where they might find common ground.

Studying intently, Linten tried to watch the pattern Drenn weaved Saidin into before the door materialized and rotated into place. It was a complicated pattern; one Linten had only been able to record a fraction of. He would have to watch this happen more often if he was to memorize the correct sequence. Familiar smells drifted through the opening as he took a moment to gaze at the traveling grounds through the hole now occupying space in front of them. There was no backing out now, he was committed to what the wheel willed in it's weaving as he stepped forward and through the gateway. He could feel the black eyes of Drenn burrowing into him as he passed but refuse to acknowledge him. His focus was on the hard packed dirt beneath his feet from all the traffic that passed over these grounds. The familiar markings still roping off the area to keep fools from wandering to close in curiosity. The gateway cared not whether tree, rock, or soft flesh. When it opened it cut through everything in it's way.

Drawing a deep breath he relished in the scent; closed his eyes and pictured home once more. He was back, now he needed to know if he was accepted. Opening them he noted Isha's progression past him and began to follow. He felt the gateway close and dissipate behind him as Drenn followed closely behind. But things had changed now, Isha seemed to be standing taller, stiffer. From a distance there would be little doubt the man between Drenn and Isha was being escorted, escorted and watched carefully. He could still feel Drenn's studying gaze on his back once more. Now was not the time for him to make a foolish emotional mistake.

A deep voice sanctioned his entrance from the other side, no heat a good sign to start. Stepping into the room Corin quickly offered Brand a salute before taking the chair indicated by the older man. Even sitting he was taller then Corin but unlike many others he had seen, mainly when he was young and tagged along with his father at the army barracks, he did not hold that distant, heavy authoritative look about him. Oh there was little doubt that Brand held command and the authority due his position. But the man also had an approachable aura about him that tend to put people at ease in his presence. At ease when one was not being dressed down or otherwise found himself facing a corrective action of certain magnitude. However even as approachable as the Commander was, it was Corin's own conscience that was setting his nerves on edge.

“No Commander Ryota. You have me at a loss, I'm afraid I do not know the reason behind your request of my presence.†Good, level and calm, no stray inflection or unwanted crack in his voice to deny his words. The silence that hung between them as Brand and Corin sat opposite each other in quiet contemplation lasted only a short moment before Corin could take it no more and filled the silence. “I mean ... well I perhaps have been late on a couple of occasions. But I did correct that action with the guards I was releaving on other shifts to ensure I made back the time. It was minor really, and it's not like it's a habit or anything†Stop it you fool, he bit down on his tongue to silence it once more. But the silence had already enacted it's goal. Corin was still learning the finer subtitles of how to use strategic silences to tip an already nervous mind over the edge and loosen the tongue. Proof positive in it's power as he sorted out what had cascaded from his mouth before he could silence himself.

At least the outburst held only a small portion of his internal fears, best not to offer up what is not known. He had gotten fairly good at holding his words around certain women, but he still needed work in the game when superiors of rank were involved. Part of his past he mused briefly, having grown up in a command structure, certain ideologies and trained responses were as much him as the flesh that covered his bones. It was a small but thankful miracle that neither of the two held a true position of command over him beyond situational or things may have become quite different already. Shifting slightly in the seat he continued to meet the man's gaze while his mind worked on methods and options for damage control. “If that is the reason behind the visit I assure you it has only been off chances and I have corrected the issues,†for the most part. His mind completing the unfinished sentence; displayed how unsure he was that it would not still be in his future.

A cold and blustery north east wind blew down out of Dragonmount and across the short expanse of land to lay siege on Tar Valon. It's icy edge bit through clothes, tore at flags and swirled the freshly fallen snow in white twisting funnels. Lead window casements that had rattled most of the night still danced to the winds guidance as Corin sat at the writing desk in his room. Today would be a very new experience for some of the trainees that would be venturing out on his little training exercise. For others it would be a reminder that they did not know as much as they had once believed. Winter survival training was not a preferred course Corin wanted to teach. But it meant that he would be able to escape the tower and certain occupants for a brief time; a time he desperately needed to try and find a reason to the madness that had consumed his life.

Dreams still keep restful slumber at bay some days, though its anyone's guess which one will occupy my minds stage. With luck the change of bed and time outside these walls will help to bring back that elusive prey I hunt fruitlessly for in the dark. To sleep as I once did before coming to Tar Valon and it's blessed White Tower will be a grand and glorious day. But for now I will settle with the simpler things; a hearty winter storm and a gaggle of wet nose trainees to keep my mind occupied. May the Creator watch over these young souls as we depart, for it is only in his hand through the wheels weaving shall we return without lose.

Carefully he cleaned the quill and sanded the writing he had added to his journal, blotting the ink carefully to ensure it was dry before the pages were closed. A habit he had taken up during his correspondence lessons with Sirayn. He kept the journal safe from eyes and knowledge of others. But even so anything of great importance to him was either never added to the book or encrypted in such a manner a hundred meaning could be conceived from the words.

His pack sat on the end of his bed; the flickering flame of his desk candle cast a floating light over it's dark oiled surface. He had packed it hours ago when he had first risen to prepare for the day's travel and the beginning of a new adventure for those he would be taking with him. He had gone over the plan several times with the Tower Guard who was accompanying him with this rag tag group of trainees. It was a comfort to know one of his own would be at his side during this trial. Shawn had proven his worth several times and Corin trusted him with his life. The winter storm brewing outside would help to make this more real to the trainees, but could easily become that if they were not careful. All the more reason it was good to have added hands along. Corin looked over the roster one last time to ensure he had memorized every name on the list. He would be responsible for those souls shortly and wanted to ensure he knew them; conversations on the trip would fill in their pasts.

Stuffing the journal deep into an inner pocket of his pack Corin took a moment to take one last look around his quarters to ensure that he had everything he was going to need. Moistening his finger tips he put out the flame on the top of the tallow candle plunging the room into darkness. Why is it that darkness seems to offer such comfort? Stepping out Corin was forced to keep a strong hold of the door while the wind worked to slam it open and fill the room with a dusting of snow. Reaching into his fur lined tunic he drew out a pair of gloves and pulled them in place as he began to walk out into the open yard to await his traveling party. He did not have to stand there long with the wind whipping the end of his winter cloak around as if to tear it from his body before his second in command of this expedition arrived.

Shawn also looked dressed for the trip and lightly packed. It took more energy for even the simplest things in the deep cold of winter. Those that did not pack correctly would fine fatigue grabbing hold earlier. Corin offered Shawn a smile as the man moved to stand next to him facing the space where a group of trainees would soon stand. There was no need for words, simple looks spoke what was needed as they stood in the open dark yard and waited. Weather still tried to bury anything that did not move in a drift of snow. A faint twinging of light should be painting the eastern horizon my now but the storm held that weak light at bay; drove snow across the eyes of the two lone figures in the yard as the wind bit into bare flesh. Come children it's time to play.

As they walked Corin worked to keep the agitation of his life from his work with the new boy. Be gentle yet firm, the boy will learn but it takes time. Not all are as Dorian has become, perhaps this one will turn out to be another Shawn. The thought stirred an emotion on the outside of the void; slipped of the glass like surface as dissipated like smoke without ever touching him. His training would be so much better if he did not have this constant worry about two women that occupied that symbol of light and hopefully triumph over the Father of Lies. They were out of his reach for the moment; this boy was his concern now, should be his concern.

“Vasilis, this place we go to is where we will meet each day after breakfast. This is where I will begin to introduce you to your new way of life. That does not mean I do not want to see you before sun rise at the track. A body must be strong as with the mind so I expect little if any alcohol to be consumed while you are in my care for the duration of your training here in the yard. I trust I do not need to explain the consequences,†He glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow and received a hurried nod. “Good, see that you stick to that agreement.†Bloody ashes now I am beginning to act like her, I need to get away from here and recollect my thoughts. “So boy, what is your goal in all of this, and do not tell me the obvious. Tell me why you really want to do this?â€

OOC: Okay, once you have posted your reply we will be in compliance for the thread. Sorry, got the post count mixed up with others. My fault.

Great another lost trainee looking for a reason to be more then they are or can accomplish without finding that internal need that will drive them through the paces the yard will place on them. Corin worked to keep the cynical smile from touching his face as he turned to face the new comer now rising from his bow. Resisted the urge to state the obvious as an old face joined them. As much as Corin had seen Shawn regularly with his training; now that the young man had risen to the cloak there was a noticed absence. Even though they worked in the same yard, their paths just did not seem to cross very often. Most likely due to the continuous draw he found himself in toward a certain green.

“Nice to met you Moridin, as my prior astute mentee has stated I am Corin of the guard, but bows are not necessary here†his hand moving as if to wave away the very act itself. “As for you Shawn, must everything be an exhibition?†His face was flat and emotionless as he stared at Shawn, watched his eyes as he fought the mirth welling up inside at the expression on Moridin's face and the unsure look on Shawn's. Finally he could not keep it in as he sputtered a few times before bursting out in laughter. “You really should have seen your face, both of you.†It took a short spell before he was able to finally gain control of himself again and continue the conversation.

“So Moridin, I hope you don't mind if we play while we chat. It seems someone has grown out of their shoes and needs to be reminded of prior lessons,†he smiled mischievously toward Shawn. This was actually just what he needed, a good distraction from Sirayn and his messed up life. Corin moved to stand to one side of Shawn cutting him off from the court while he faced Moridin. “Tell me Moridin, what brings you to the Great Tower and our yard of sweat and pain?†It was at that moment Corin sent the ball hurtling toward the wall at an angle that would place it's return short on the far side. The only sound following the thwack of his hand against the ball was a bitten off curse from Shawn and the scuffle of feet as the young man flowed into motion. This had the possibilities to become a very good day for a change.

Although Corin for the most part avoided conversations based on the clouded mind of ale, he felt this time there maybe enough gain to warrant the risk. A risk greatly brought to the fore front as Aran made short order of his first drink. In the pretense these talks were being played under Corin matched him in his first as was traditional in the region. But if the man kept the pace the conversation may become short as Corin had a limit he was willing to follow the man for what might be gleaned. Tipping the bottle to refill the now empty mug in front of him he offered Aran a smile and nod to get him started.

Corin had to hand it to Aran on on thing, the man truly knew no fear if he was as candid as he stated he had been in conversation with Sirayn; had been and lived to tell about it that is. Any time Corin even got close to the idea of open honest candidness in a conversation he was more then put back in line; be it by scathing tongue or raised brow. The interesting part was a name he had not expected mentioned in their chat. Sure he had stumbled on the rumor while identifying her but still, when an opportunity presented it self, only a fool closed the door.

The man certainly seemed to like his drink as the second mug finished and was quickly replaced. Already Corin was pondering if this had truly been the right move. He would soon have to slow the pace if heads were to remain with a modicum of clarity. “More details is it now? You have an interesting way of working things,†he tipped his mug to Aran and brought it up. But only sipped it unlike the last two rounds his opponent had run and noted the disappointment flash over Aran's face as the mug came back to the table with only a slight difference to it's level.

“Well, from my own personal experience I can tell you that if Sirayn believes you have information she deems of interest. Then no matter how well you think you can play at games and hid things you end up sadly mistaken. She has had years beyond us to perfect that skill and has the precision of an expert marksman.†He rolled his mug between his hands, eyes locked on the rim. But his minds eye watched Aran in his peripheral vision. “I too have mentioned a time or two about the ability to learn with the right; offered to even guide her myself in private so no one would know if she preferred. But for my troubles I found myself with extra tours on the wall when the duty schedule came out. It was then that I learned to limit the amount of push a guard can place on an Aes Sedai and the friends they carry in high places. Be that Sirayn or another, weighed and measured they all truly come from the same mold.â€

Taking a moment to draw a deep pull form his mug Corin brought his eyes up to met the man opposite him. “Your Aramina is another of those. I have conversed with her as well and find it interesting you bring both Sirayn and Aramina up together. Between them is a dangerous place to be if you are not careful.†His fingers played idly on the mug's surface as the conversation continued. “That young lase is another that likes to play at games, though I am sure you already know that. Tell me friend how are things between you two, I'm sure it was no coincidence that you were away at the same time recently. She intrigues me, not many will out right refuse to offer their name in conversation the first time.†Making pleasant note of the look that Aran offered before raising his mug Corin settled in to the dance once more. “I believe it is your turn again and we really must stick to the plan; more details.â€

Corin chuckled deeply at Aran’s comments and indications. “Indeed it seems you have done your homework ahead of time Aran. Though you truly have not told me of your past dealings have you?†He could see the response on Aran’s face before his mouth started to open. “ No. Come now Aran, you want this to be open with out your native heritage games then be that way completely. I am not one to be baited so easy as that. What you offered was an indication of a brief chat. For you to have so much interest in, watching your steps, as you put it; there has to be more history then a simple chat.â€

Shaking his head he turned to lean on folded arms, “you are an interesting person Aran. I do believe I will have to have a look into your past as you have in mine. After all you do seem to have me at a disadvantage. But that being said perhaps we can see how truly open you want this game to be. I could easily state that I have been invited to have conversations with Sirayn as you have mentioned about yourself. But that really would not satisfy you would it.†He waited for the affirming nod from Aran, the man wore the strangest grin.

“So in this spirit of good faith as you put it and have brought into this conversation of ours. I will indulge you to see if you hold to your word.†He let the pause between them stretch out again. It had taken time to learn how effective these blank spaces could be. “You are correct about the assistance in learning your heritage sport and game of words. I approached Sirayn during my training; had been told she was the local master of your Daes Dae’mar. I had an intrigue in it after studies of your lands tactical strategies.†He shook his head slightly with a smile, “and you are right about her trust level. I was warned before seeking her out that it would not be as simple as just asking her. Indeed I practically had to set up a formal audience with her. But eventually she agreed to assist me in the basics. Whether it was in pity or in curiosity that she agreed did not matter. The fact that I had a chance to gain a further understanding was all that I cared about.â€

It was now Corin’s turn to smile easily at Aran as he leaned leisurely on the fence, “so dear friend, I am all ears.â€

Corin listened with half veiled interest as Aran went about his reasoning for their meeting. The man had an interesting way of approaching a subject, one that was less then delicate after hearing him talk about Sirayn's missing hand. Subconsciously he flexed his own left while Aran talked, indeed she was all to cautious about retraining and needed to get back to the art of the blade. With time her right could serve her as well if not better then the missing left. This Aran could prove to be an interesting additive to future requirements as they unfold; one just had to figure out what method would work to guide him.

His comments about not being reputable got a raised brow glance from Corin over his shoulder. Reputable could be forgone under certain situations. But with Sirayn it would be a hot point of contention in deed. That brought him back to the whole purpose of this little interruption. What was it Sirayn had enlisted this fellow for? As he finished Corin let the silence between them stretch for a moment; his head nodding in affirmation. “It would seem on that Aran we are in agreement.â€

There seemed to be little room to dance here without raising suspicion of one level or another. “You are either very brave Aran or very foolish. That I have yet to determine, but I give you credit for having the guts to press the hand issue with her. Most would avoid it for easier pastures,†he offered the man a simple smile. “Being that you have already committed to the idea of misstepping on the sword work which inevitably brings up the missing hand. I will spare you on the obvious sensitivity she still holds to it ... from what I know of course;†a simple shrug as he turned attention toward the yard though his eyes itched to climb the white spires toward the green's quarters.

“Aes Sedai I have found are all suspicious buy nature. I am not sure what it is they do to those in white but by the time they reach the shawl it is more ingrained in them then breathing. A shame they do not trust those of us sworn to their safety don't you think?†Whether the man nodded or did not Corin paid little attention the question was more for himself in a way. “Still I would agree with your analysis that Sirayn Sedai is one who has a rather strong suspicious nature.†Strong is a mild term for her. How she could believe that I would ever be able to hurt her I still don't understand. Turning to look at Aran again Corin continued with his steady measured pace. “The only one Sirayn is not suspicious of is herself; though many will debate even that fact. I would suggest that you keep to civilities and not traditional chivalry. She does seem to have a disdain for that.â€

Pausing for a moment as if in thought he watched Aran's face for and indication of his motives; studied his eyes. Corin had long since found a comfort in the study of another's eyes. “Perhaps if you could give me an idea of what these future dealings entail I could better assist you.â€

Isha’s words were like a slap in the face for Linten, a slap he well deserved and did not fault the tall man for. But they also peaked a curiosity that had not otherwise been there. Isha had never been so …. open before about his feelings toward him. It seemed to be at odds with all Linten remembered of his prior mentor. The man had been strong and authoritive; let humour show in the strangest situation and was no stranger to displaying his anger when appropriate. Isha had more then enough reason to show that anger to Linten now, he had given him more then enough to be disappointed in the boy. Yet there was something else there, something in his words; a seeking perhaps.

Linten stared intently at the Shienarian’s lone eyes as if trying to see his thoughts held deep in the darkness of his own mind. He had pondered what a meeting with Isha might be like since his abandonment. Each one was different; unique as the very day and time it was given life in his mind. Only none of those encounters held a man like the one before him. The more Linten went over the man’s words in silence while they remained motionless; staring at one another. The more he was convinced Isha was searching for something, the question was what? ~Are you sure you want to walk that road now Linten?~ They were neither words nor thoughts yet they formed out of nothing to be nothing and yet he knew their meaning to be true. Was he truly willing to walk that road now, before he had time with Isha; time back in the Black Tower and the training he still needed?

Silence had become a friend of Linten’s during his travel, the drawn out silence in a conversation that most would rush to fill he found a comfort. It was there that many men lost their edge; secrets and thoughts revealed themselves in rushed words and actions. But his old mentor in that aspect remained true to the man Linten had come to admire and, now for the first time since he had left him deserted in a foreign land, worry about. “A reason …. You make it seem like such a simple and trivial task Isha.†His eyes broke away from the penetrating gaze of the Shienarian and glanced back up the road toward the location Drenn had headed. That was a further problem he would sort out in time; but it was not time for that now. Looking back for a moment as if struggling to find an answer in the older man’s eyes. A soft sigh escaped him as he unbuckled the sword from across his chest. This was not what he had planned; was not what he had ever imagined would come of there meeting. But he had to make Isha see he was not a threat to the man he looked up to like a father.

His hand caressed the scabbard and hilt; noted how Isha seemed to tense when his hand floated over the hilt. So we must begin at the beginning again my mentor and I will endeavour to win back your trust. Stretching out his hand he offered the sheathed sword to Isha. “I do not fear you Isha, take the blade if you do not trust my words. I will understand. You are who I seek not who I run from.†He glanced once more around them; another of his new habits. He never let his eyes rest long on anything and did not feel comfortable out in the open as they were. “I would not have attacked you with Saidin or steel. It was simply a reaction; you caught me of guard when you grabbed me like that. Truly, I mean you no harm and will accept the shield you hold in place over me if it will help to ease your mind.†His eyes found Isha’s again and studied them for a hint of what was going through his mind; noted how he had not collected the gift he held out to him still.

~What of the witches? Do you really think this fool will save you from their grasp? They will find you again, and when they do you will know true torment as they rip Saidin from you.~

Shut up damn you! I have no time for this now, I trust him.

~Do you now …. But for how long?~

OOC: hey no problem … As you can see I kind of forgot it was my turn. :(

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Wow, Got almost to the end of this one and actually forgot what it was originally about until Andular posted again. Boy did you pleople take this train waaaaayyyy off track. :)

Oh and Sirayn, the whole up for discipline thing .... interesting very interesting *smirk*

The man was bold in his out right indication of the purpose he sought out Corin for. Protective thoughts we the immediate reply of his mind, a hint of their desire flashing in eyes before schooling replaced them with a steady calmness once more. Some how she had gotten herself in the forefront of others interest again. For a woman that spent so much time emphasizing discretion she certainly seemed to have perhaps misplaced that lesson for herself of late. At one time Corin had thought Sirayn might still be testing him. But the feeling was fleeting and her continued distance negated the thought she would have any care as to his position on things. Still whether she believed him of worth or not he had made a private covenant with her and would hold true to that.

“Sirayn of the green you say,†his hand came up to rub at his chin. “Indeed you have been correctly informed, I do know of her.†It was pointless at this state to try and deny his knowledge or occasional meetings with her. Too many eyes and questions followed those to give any lie to the contrary weight. It would only serve to raise further questions as to what he was protecting. “A run in you say;†he leaned on the fence next to Aran, “interesting choice of words.†A small relaxed smile settled on his face as he continued to look out over the yard. “You really must tell me about it; not often someone uses those words in relation to Sirayn Sedai. As for your inquiry about her,†he shrugged slightly “I can only tell you what I know. What is it that you seek specifically? You already know she is a green and of Cairhien decent, perhaps if you told me what it is you seek I could add additional light to your cause. At the very least perhaps I can point you in the right direction for those answers.â€

This one did not seem to be interested in the usual game of words from his heritage. Odd that Aran would choose a path different from that which he could have gained great skill in while growing up. But then perhaps that was part of the whole game with this one; appear like everything is out front and watch what is not said or covered over. Complications, always with Sirayn there were complications. Even after so long a period away from her she still caused him no end of grief. Why can I not walk away from you?

OOC: No problem. As you have time. :)

A thwak echoed off the rock walls as the small ball sped toward the opposing wall propelled by the force exerted on it's surface by Corin's hand. The path of Misdirection required many things, one of which was dexterity. To that avail Corin had taken up the sport of hand ball as a chance to improve his coordination and speed. As a side line it help to distract his mind and free the tension in his shoulders and neck from the stress of his present predicament. Spinning his left hand connected with the ball and sent it back toward the wall again.

In a way the rhythmic sound of his hit against the ball and the louder sound of the balls return after colliding with the wall help create a trance like state for his mind. He still spent time in meditation when he had the opportunity and had gotten closer to the levels of knowledge that the master, that had trained him in the void, held. The opportunity to spend time in the gardens or grove in quiet meditation did not occur as much now that he had to find ways to be an unseen guardian over her. But it was by his own hand that he found himself in this place anyway. The small ball crashed against the wall with a resounding sound before heading back toward him again.

The sound was in a way softer then the crashing of wooden lathes that surrounded him many days as he worked to make the two in his charge worthy tools for the tower. At one time the sound of those lathes excited him, had his pulse racing at it's calling echo. But now they were just a common noise in his life, like the lark or swallow. He chuckled softly at the ironic comparison his mind had drawn. It was the scintillating sound of steel edges that now caught his attention and pulse rate. To dance with life taking edges in a game of chance and mastery brought a quickening to his pulse; but only when done in a game of challenge. To dance those edges for their true purpose was still not something he thirsted for. He would without hesitation for her; or in protection of either of them. What a mess you have gotten yourself into this time Corin. He caught the ball instead of sending it back to the wall in fury; knuckles whitening under the strain of the grip he held to the ball.

The darkness often over shadowed the good times in the yard for him now. Times when he tasted life more; or was forced to by those around him. Those like Rosheen; he had been on the receiving end of the crazy mohawked woman's mischief more then he cared to remember. But deep down he would not traded any of those times for a different life then he now held, trouble and all. They had been the few things to keep him grounded in reality while he trained and gained a closeness with Sirayn. He hadn't seen much of Rosheen since her raising. In fact he hadn't seen much of any of his old friends from that time. Duty and a destined drive separated and overshadowed him, kept him from those old alliances. I wonder what she has been up to of late. Her and Orion, and even Lyv. A smile finally found life on his face as the thoughts of old friends and old times eased the tension in his body.

Lyv had been an interesting surprise to say the least. His first encounter with her was upside down hanging in a tree. She had been one of Rosheen's accomplices and Corin had again been on the receiving side of Rosheen's mischief. But that was not the only time. He had met the Commander several time both in her role as commander and outside of it. One thing he had learned about her was for all the discipline and beauty the women held, there was still a little girl in there that longed for the things of family. That last meeting in her office; the help carrying the trunk that had brought out that little girl had been an experience Corin would never forget. It made the ex Commander more human to him then she would ever understand or know. She was another he would help with little question or hesitation. The intricacy of how each life's thread seem to be woven here in the yard alone was an amazement Corin wonder if many actually took the time to stop and think on.

A sensation of presence brought Corin back from his internal revelry and back to the surroundings of the yard and the stone wall in front of him Someone else was there now, he could sense them behind him, how long have they been there? Annoyance raced through him at the thought of someone watching him and not acknowledging there arrival. Were they there when this started? What have I shown outwardly that could be used as leverage? The game; always the game ruled his thoughts and actions since she had brought him into it's riveting depths and chaotic currents. “And what can I do for you?†His voice was level, the internal annoyance held from it and buried deep inside.

A dangerous light flashed in Faile's chestnut brown eyes; danced along it's surface as a slight indication to the fury that seethed within. Good little one, Good. Independence, strength, and a touch of cleverness, her eyes changing to try and mask her inner thought. She would fit well into his needs if her lines of loyalties stood. That was the problem; how far could you trust lines built on such outward coercion and force. His plan, like the one involving the cabin, had turned into a mess. However this time he still held the upper hand, but his hopes for her quiet and simple submission had long since flittered away. He still had her and would hold that leash tight. But the other end did not hold a humbly submissive servant, instead a women looking for the first opportunity to bite at the hand that held it. He would have to be careful with this one for a while yet; if not forever.

Her emphasis on words; bitten edges as she spoke his name added to the picture of a desperate animal trapped and fighting for there very existence. It was a shame she saw it that way, but he needed someone inside, someone deep that could watch, without knowing, the most precious treasure this age held. Inside the grin that wanted to set to his face beamed like the sun as she fought to position herself with an out. “The yard teaches us how to be a precise and perfect tool for the correct hand to use when the time is right. You still see a great deal of independence?†He tsk'd softly as he shook his head, “I though perhaps you had already realized it's mirage. Independence is the smoke and mirrors that all the word sees us by. Our independence is surrendered willingly to the light and the wheel's purpose. Did you not say as much? We are granted certain freedoms within certain boundaries but do not mistake that for freedom of choice or path. In time you will come to see that more, for now I can help you with the little misunderstanding issue you have from your trip to town.†the minor inflection changes left little doubt as to what understandings he was referring to.

His eyes sparkled as he watched the slow glow of fury relight in Faile's eyes at his words; the subtle tones. “If you would prefer I can put in a word to Faerzyne Sedai for you but I think that would probably only make things harder on you.†He could not stop the slight curl that touch his lips at the corners of his mouth. He now had a way to see what was going on were he could not go and sealed it with a serving of cold hard punishable reality. Reaching into an outside pocket on his tunic he passed a piece of parchment to her. “There is a list of four individuals they would like you to watch for the next while. You will report to me via word or missive anything of significance and I will relay it to them.†His hand moved to caress the sword hilt at his side, “consider this an entry test and a chance to prove whether you server the light or the shadow. But know this, any implication to me or those I report to will be void of proof and most certainly repaid in,†his voice dropped slightly lower and softer. His eyes for the first time showed a dangerous edge and added weight to his words, “shall we say harsh or even extreme measures.†He held her focus for several heartbeats in silence before his features softened once more.

“Now come it's about time you were back in the tower don't you think?†With out waiting for her to answer or protest he stepped out of the shadows and slipped from the alley. As she stepped out he collected her arm. She still seemed somewhat confused or in shocked fury, and directed her toward the open gate in front of them. “Seems I found a stray in town,†he noted to one of the guards as they passed by and into the yards. “I wonder if the Mistress of Novices knows she was running about alone.†With a large smile he had added another seal to her fate and solidified before witnesses a collaborating story. “Do be a good girl won't you.†he whispered to her ear alone as they continued across the yard toward the tower.

Dampness connected him to the shirt on his torso; bound against his movements forcing him to push through the movements to ensure they were accurate and complete. Soon he could face the masters and prove himself worthy of the heron mark, Soon. A glint of sun light played off the blade as it flicked in front of him. At one time it would have mesmerized him with it's wicked cruel beauty. Designed for the purpose of life removal, it's form and flow offered a strange seductive grace; constantly moving glints of light marked it's invitation to dance. How his thoughts had changed over the years in the yard. When he had first arrived he had believed the sword a sign of power and honor, over the years other meanings took it's place until finally he understood what his previous mentor had meant when he called it a tool.

Steel and leather married together in a perfect balance to create a tool, that in the hands of a skilled workman could sing like the greatest of gleeman. His usual desire for isolation and time spent in meditation had been replaced of late with a small desire to train along the open edges of the yard. To be surrounded in the growing din of wooden lathes crashing together and the quick clinking of metal meeting metal in a dance of skill; normally a dance of death. He had in a way neglected his sword work for focus on the equally deadly game of tongues. But with his present situation regarding his teacher it was, if nothing else, and opportunity to advance the trade that the yard beat into it's trainees with military precision.

It also served another purpose; always now he saw alternate purposes with everything that happened. His view had changed on the world. Things did not just happen, always there was a reason for them. Dig deep enough, long enough and you always found a reason; always man's hand in things. The blade whispered softly to him as it flowed through the forms, caressed the surface of the void that held him. It bid him focus to it's cause, the way it moved and the desire it sought to fulfill. A natural extension of his body, it continued in constant movement, his feet following a swordsman's dance. He noticed the man separate from the group and move to sit on the fence near by. It was the risk you ran when training in the yard; least it was not a sister or a giggling white clad girl. The girls could have their attention redirected with a stern look the later ... well. Little if anything could be done to change their persuasion once they had there mind set to something. They could be more stubborn then a fool mule really.

Pivoting Corin continued his movement through Arc of the Moon; carrying his body with it's rotation to put the newcomer just inside his peripheral vision but not in direct line of sight. With luck the man would move on. He had too much already on his mind to work through at this time. The last thing he needed was further problems and issues rising from a conversation he was not interested in. Though the man did seem slightly familiar. Another guard for sure, possible one he had exchanged shifts with in the past. His name eluded him at the moment but the way he continued to watch Corin did not go unnoticed. It appeared the man was interested in something Corin must posses as his patience continued to hold him to the fence while Corin extended the workout he had originally planned.

The longer a person sat the greater the information they sought; more his teacher had taught him in those quiet isolated lesson. “Hey Corin! Got a moment?†the voice indicated that patience was done, or he had tired from their little game and wanted to get on with his business. Sighing internally Corin relinquished himself to the fact there would be no escape from conversation today and slipped through two more forms before ending with “Folding the Fan†facing his latest challenge. What happened to the simple life of swords and fists? The though was fleeting as he addressed the man, keeping his voice light while he worked to slow his breathing from the workout. “It appears you have more then a moment so the least I can offer is a moment. What is it I can do for you Aran?†His mind drawing the name up as recollection finally took hold.

Gurgling and soundless words formed on lips covered in blood; blood that bubbled frothy at the corners of his mouth all indicated that life still existed in the boy's body as Corin worked to make haste toward the infirmary. That a heart still beat in his chest and commanded his body to continue it's fight for life. It was was not much but at this moment anything that indicated life, save for the constant flow of red from Dorian's neck, was a good thing; a needed thing for Corin. He glanced down and saw eyes, even now the cloudiness still held, aimlessly looking around before they finally gave up the fight and rolled to the top of his head. It was not right, “this is not right for light sake†his voice was a low growl.

Images of a boy bewildered in the yard filtered through the chaos and played in the back of his head. A boy who was overly dependent and overly protective of his twin. But had begun to find meaning in himself, to find a courage of his own. Dorian had changed so much from the first day of his assignment to Corin. Even with all the grief and trouble that seemed to gravitate to the boy this was not the way any of them were to face deaths cold embrace. They were still children with so much of life still to learn. It was true they were being taught in the ways and art of death; to fulfill the butchers bill at the wheels calling. But that was for a time after they had reached the cloak; had a chance to taste and see life, be able to defend themselves when placed in harms way. It was not suppose to be like this.

A white gown floated past him; yarding open the door to the infirmary. Finally the fool girl had found her feet if not her voice. It was a start if nothing else; more recollection of her flashing to mind as he slide around the door entrance and into the infirmary, all ready his voice horse still calling out for assistance. “Help! Aes Sedai, help!†Red continued to flow from them both, mixed with the rain that soaked their clothes and trailed in foot prints and puddles behind him.

Dropping the boy into the nearest bed; white quickly tinged with red spatter. A growing mark wicking through the fabric as it seemed to grow from under Dorian. “Girl! Girl you, Tiean or what ever your name is get over here!†He quickly checked the boy's limp body for signs of life; the shallow rise and fall of chest, rasp of breath rattling in his slashed throat, the faint beat of a heart in the veins along his neck. Main arteries that thank the light had not been opened when his throat was cut or this all would have been for nothing; life's red river would have gushed from his body long ago. Grabbing the girls hands he pressed them down on the sides of the wicked wound; pressing the clean cut edges together with pressure. “It should help slow the bleeding slightly. You have to keep them here until I find a sister.†Warm sticky wetness coated their hands; his life seeping still from the wound to cover her hands in red. “Don't move ... I mean it!!†Spinning on heel Corin dashed further into the infirmary hollering hoarsely for an Aes Sedai to help.

Images flashed and flicked through his mind as he leaned against the stone building where it all began. Images of sharpened edges; different styles and shapes and sizes all designed for one thing. To end the life of another and remain concealed in a small sheath until that time was needed. The way they fit in her hand; so small and fragile in comparison to his own. The shortened fist knife that finally seemed to fit and marry to her hand. It had all been a start, a dance to a future he at one time believed possible. Foolish dream really, to believe in something not tangibly there at the start.

He played at a game where he had only a child's knowledge; was not born to it's intricacies. Did he really believe he had a chance in a game of nobles? A dagger slipped from his sleeve to twirl idly in his hand. It held the small carving in it's hilt that he used to impress the sealing wax on the reports he had sent to her over the years. Had come to be his sigil as if he truly was a member of a house that mattered. Foolish!! It was all a fools hope that he lived in; hoped for. From what he had gathered and learned over the years she and the tiny tree carved into her signet ring indeed held a true place in this game. Her veins held the flow of blood worthy of a house name. He was nothing more then a stable boy hoping to sit at her table and for a moment believe the dream could truly be.

The door popped open again and the boy materialized from the darkness within, a sheathed sword clutched in excited hands. A quick strike to the mid section with the lathe still in his other hand could crumple the boy in a heap while his eyes still adjusted. None of this is his fault. The dagger instead slipped silently back into it's sheath as he waited for the boy's senses to return. Stepping away from the wall that had supported him in his journey of the mind he moved over to the boy; hand closing on the swords hilt. He watched the expression on Vasilis's face as the soft sound of steel on steel spoke of the blades release from it's scabbard. Interesting Corin's eyes travels to the blade as he moved it through a few forms of motion. “Indeed you have, may it serve you well.â€

Drawing his arm back he sent the blade tumbling through the air. It's tip finally biting into the ground 30 paces away; the hilt swaying as the blade worked to dissipate the stored energy from the toss. “Remember it is just a tool, if you take care of it it will be there when you need it most.†the lathe in his other hand sliced up swiftly clipping Vasilis in the wrist; the boy's lathe falling to the ground. “But your senses will be what makes the tool useful. Always be away of your surroundings, now pick it back up and go get your sword. It's time you really learned how to use it.†His voice had taken on it's empty tone again as he turned and headed toward the Ogier grove. Remember Corin he is just a boy, he is not the cause of your problems.

OOC: post feelings, thoughts and your procession to the ogier grove and we can call this complete. On to the next ... :)

Pale crimson shades of light bathed the western horizon in the starting caress of dusk and a closing to another tour on the wall. Subconsciously Corin's fingers traced the seams in the stone abutments of the wall's walk as he gazed out over the city and the glistening river beyond. The dancing light on the water normally brought such calming sereneness on him; allowed him a brief reprieve from the life he now lived. But it's effect did not take; hadn't for many a time now since the separation. Now worry and need dominated his thoughts over the out come of that visit in the country. It's drive occupying his every moment and bringing forth steps he had taken that would not otherwise have been considered. The least being the changing of shifts and responsibilities on a now constant basis with others of his order.

The parchment in his opposite hand tapped lightly on the rock wall, his mind still calculating why the, invitation, as it had been put was sent to him. He was sure it was more of an order then a true invitation to be declined. Any request from the Commander would be considered an order less the individual wanted to see the darker side of the man. But why him? Why now? Had he left to many flags up and aroused the eye of his superiors? If so how could he hope to wiggle free of this without further damage to her? He had brought enough pain and disgrace to the one who had taught him so much of this world he had never been privy to before. She had been kind, if extremely strict, to offer him a chance at a wealth of knowledge not afforded to those of his up bringing and he had repaid her kindness in cruel bitter pain and disrepute.

A lark floated across his view swooping down between the roof tops on it's way back to it's mate most likely. The thought sent a sharp pain through his heart, accusations redoubling in his mind. No longer was there a simple trust broken by his hand, but a second circle worked it's influence. Again, brought to life through his own foolish weakness and false belief in a skill he thought himself stronger then it appeared. A knitters knotted pile of yarn was what he had succeeded in turning his once promising career into. With all the knowledge and cunning she had nurtured in him and prune to strength he was not sure how to pick himself free of the tangled thorn bush he now found himself in.

But the Creator was not finished with his convoluted life there; no that would be too easy a price. There was still the matter of his trainees. They also could be the reason for this invitation. Three he held or had held influence over during their time in the yard. His newest who had scarcely been here long enough to know the location of the barracks little own have trouble find him was the least likely cause. The other two had been through various levels of problems, one more so then the other. Shawn at least had gained the red cloak of the guard and made a way for himself. This even after Corin was foolish enough in his personal desire to drag him in above his head against a Heron marked blade. He had been under the impression that the issue had been settled in the resulting meetings with the Mistress of trainees. Who as it turns out has more backbone and bite then any woman in control of steel he had met. She was one he did try to stay in favor with after that and still failed miserably. Shawn had been such a dream to train compared to the middle disaster.

Dorian almost held true to the middle child syndrome of a family. Corin was quickly learning that if there was trouble anywhere in the vicinity then Dorian was sure to be a part of it. The boy was trying on almost every level and stretched Corin's patience and calmness to it's breaking point far to often for his liking. Dorian had ensured Corin gained added respect for the Mistress of Trainees and the Mistress of Novices through the gracious invitations that had been extended on several occasions. Indeed it would not surprise Corin to find that this meeting with the Commander would be a lesson in responsibility for those charges placed in his care. Frustration and anger swirled like an impending thunderstorm inside him; the urge to punch something almost overwhelming as his foot kicked the abutment. The resulting dull twinge of pain aiding to clear his mind and bring focus back to the parchment gripped tightly in his hand.

It was all her fault; she had caused all of this to happen. Sent him away to watch and protect from the shadows; to require a greater deal of focus and work in his life at the expense of all. She had given a great gift to him, his mind able to work and twist things in logic to support his case. To lay the ruin of his life and his career at her feet. But what she had not been able to remove was his heart. It stilled the thoughts and softened the logic. Through his weak and tender heart he knew the blame was not hers; he was not a mindless robot and in the end it was his actions he needed to take responsibility for. She had the unnatural ability to remove emotion, every single scrap of it, be complete devoid of any feeling but cold calculating logic. How nice that trait would be in so many situations, but it was no way to live life. Silently he pitied her to a degree, the belief that emotion could never been shown; never felt. What had happened in her past to create such cold and isolated walls in her?

Startlement raced though him though he kept it nearly unnoticeable on the outside as the voice of the relieving guard spoke a welcome. “Indeed a calm and quiet watch it has been, though I fear my evening will not be so.†He looked back to the parchment once more before turning to face the other guard, “Seems I have a missive and audience with the Commander. Want to trade?†A sarcastic smile sat smugly on his face as he waved the letter in his hand. But the other was quick to deny the change and after the usual exchange of watch information Corin wished her well and departed for his meeting.

Time seem to accelerate as Corin made his way down from the wall and across the yard to the Commanders office. Trepidation and worry hedged his thoughts as he glanced from the door before him to the letter in his hand once more. There were so many possible reasons for his requested presence and he was no closer now then when he first received it at mid watch. Which reason had brought him to the man's office and for what purpose? Guilt offered many solutions but several of those should not be know, even some of the ones that were should only be know to a select few. Concentrating Corin steeled his mind and sought a calmness for the visit; adjusted the cloak on his shoulders to ensure the clasp sat correctly and his presence was picture perfect. There was only one true way to know what this meeting would hold and that was on the other side of the door. Firmly he knocked and waited for the man's call.

edited to change from MaA to Commander