Hurt radiated from her without true form; eyes glancing away, head lowered, body stiffened. He had caused her pain which was not what he had intended; it was what she wanted. A simple clean release of responsibility. How foolish he was, why were woman so complicated. He wanted to offer her so much more; to give her so much of himself. But there were strings that could not be broken, strings that bound his soul and his confused heart to another, colder woman. If she had only been more receptive, more open as Lavinya had been with him then he would be in a different place; would probably not even have met this tender vision in his hands. But now that he had he could not imagine not knowing her, deep down still wanting to know so much more of her. Duty and gentleman honor had kept certain dark thoughts and emotions at bay, those still wanted out. But now training and those ever vigilant gray eyes cooled the added heat that had been there and brought some clarity to the lustful fog he had been in. He could not defile Lavinya in such a dishonest way; would not. She was more then just a strumpet to be drawn in for pleasure and then tossed aside when the time was done. There was a tender fragile soul in there, she had let him glimpse it, and he wanted to nurture it to full bloom.

Outwardly she was Aes Sedai regality and composure; but that glimpse had afforded him great insight. Indeed she hide well behind that mask and shawl the hurt he dealt her; the opposite of his goal. Her curled smile and attempted chuckle let him know just how much he had effected her. The soft whispered words tearing at his confused heart; waged war with ropes and honor. Inside he still wanted what they had earlier shared, what might have come form their continued sharing. Blasted woman! Why do you haunt me so Sirayn? You own my every waking moment and rule my nights mind, everywhere I see and sense you but can not even simple touch your hand without you shedding away. Lavinya's voice lacked the heat it held earlier; replaced with a more controlled measured tone. He could so easily collect her into his arms, hold her tight and tell her his words had been for not. But deep down he knew his heart would cause his mouth to fail, for as much as he would welcome this beauty in his arms; this new life. He still would not give over from that which had been set in motion so long ago; could not. Sirayn still held his heart in a different way. Even in her own cold separated demeanor there was something about the Green that had captivated him early in their training and had only grow over the time they had spent together.

Lavinya's words slipped over him as if he watched at a distance someone else conversation. There has to be a way to make her see, to show her how she has me tied so to her finger and whim. coolness met his hands as she slipped hers free; shock beginning to touch his face as realization of her impending departure loomed before him; her subtle nod. His hands remained frozen in place before him as if they still held the soft warmth of her own. Watched unblinking as she turned her back to him and set the gay shawl firmly in place on her shoulders again. He could reach out, reaffirm his friendship for her, offer comfort from the pain. His tongue remained frozen in his mouth still searching for words that might create that comfort. But he had been the one to cause it, who could comfort another from pain they themselves had inflicted? Life's irony played out before him as he watched her begin to move away from him and back to the lives they had been entrenched in this morning before the garden meeting. Before he had drawn her into a wonderful possibility that just could not be. He cursed himself bitterly at leaping without thought. Sirayn had been right yet again, always right about keeping emotions out of business and work; out of life all together. If he had learned that lesson better from her he would not have been so cruel as to offer something he would not be able to follow through with. If he had only though clearly about things before letting his emotions sweep him away. But that was not him; would never be him.

In that lay the true problem; emotions. Unlike his teacher, Corin could not simply abandon all sense of feelings. To become devoid of life and in it's stay replace it with cold hard discipline and dedication to the cause. He was dedicated, few would dispute that, but he could not be void of life; of emotions. Those were what made a person human, even if they did destroy as he had just now with Lavinya. He could not simply watch her walk away knowing that he had caused her pain. But he also did not know what he could say to ease what he had brought on her.

The distance between them began to close before he realized his feet were carrying him toward her again. The protection from prying eyes no longer available as they moved down the pathway toward the open garden again. He knew Sirayn would receive reports; eyes and ears would see them here in the open once more but it dimmed in the need to ensure she would not hate him for eternity. Gentle his hand closed on her arm at the shoulder and stopped her steps; felt her tense slightly. “Lavinya,†his voice wavered slightly but he cared not. He had to know she would forgive him for what he had done, “I have said I will be here for you as a friend and I mean it with all that I am and hope to be. I hope you can forgive a foolish guard for boundaries he may have stepped over without forethought, I truly do hope I can call on you as a friend also. It is hard to find true friends in what we are; what is destined for us. For to lose what I can offer you would tear ...†his voice stalled on him. He was opening himself to further pain, offering her leverage that could undo him in the future if she decided it's need was worth the price one might ask. Every fiber in him screamed to stop, to retreat back to the safety of the yard and leave this behind him.

His hand slipped from her shoulder and returned to his side in resignation. “I would truly feel a lose if what I have done cut so deep as to isolate you from me in bitter resentment.†His voice was soft and low; a man prepared for the deep cut of lose and grasping tightly to a hair thin chance of avoidance. He had no right after what he had done to expect her to forgive him, it was simply a fools hope that perhaps she would understand his situation and believe that he had not intended harm. His eyes moved from the back of her head to the Brilliant White Tower above her seeking the holder of those ropes that would keep him separated from her. Is this what I am to expect in life? To know only bitter heart ache and loneliness?

Corin Danveer

Lost to the demons in his mind

He dipped his head slightly in acknowledgment to her comment about names. Indeed he would have held little faith in any name she might have given; an attempt to lure him else where. His teacher had been very thorough about keeping things to the chest and not in the open if advantage could not be gained and gained largely. In that aspect this Aes Sedai and himself were more then alike, but what was it she was looking for? It seemed to coincidental that she picked him from all the guards along the wall this night to spend in conversation. This sister was fishing and he was either the bait or the fish, neither of which added comfort to the feelings swirling in the dark. If the bloody woman would only come out with something I could use.

The tension between knotted shoulders increased ten fold as reference to Sirayn passed from her lips; more so with the added context of himself. The urge to move them, to work them back and ease that tension was great but he fought it. That would be a sight she would watch for, as would his silence if conversation lapsed to long. “An interesting difference between our world and yours Aes Sedai. For us and the ranks that server under us the Commander walks on water and needs no one. He simply allows us to accompany him so that we might learn more. Whether I believe that true or not is irrelevant, in all conversation the Commander will always be able to walk on water and need no one. It is interesting that many of the sisters I have talked to over the years here do not seem to hold the same line of their Ajah Heads. An interesting difference between our heritage and your own wouldn't you say?â€

The line had given him time to think, to work through the various meeting and conversations that had taken place in the past. Some had been in the open; a careful number observed by many eyes. Others not event he stones them selves had witnessed. “It has been an honor to serve the Ajah Heads when they find me of use, including your own. I am but a guard but even a guard can be of use from time to time with things heard.†Corn glanced back out over the slumbering city of Tar Valon, “we do have one very important thing in common it seems. We will both protect our fellow ranks and those in charge. You, your Ajah head. For myself, my Commander; and those that live in the Tower of course. Perhaps the differences between us are less then I first thought.†He smiled again, but I will also protect her as well. Even from her own if need be, a slight twinkle lit his eyes at the thought.

The swift clean edge of her words, delivered in the soft musical tones of her light voice, sliced neatly to his heart. Only forced awareness kept the urge to tense as her eyes watched for signs her words might produce. Corin could sense the draw string of a snare pulling taunt around him. She was a hunter and her quarry was indeed a guard. So much easier this would be if she only sought a warder. The question first to mind was her allegiance. Who was she faithful to, they were all faithful to someone; something that motivated them. But where was hers; harder to determine with out her name. We will definitely find out who you are now clever little fly.

Clever, that little shrug of her shoulders. This one may pose a problem in the future and will need to be watched; misguided at time if need be. Working to keep the relaxed composure she had readily drawn him into Corin leaned on an arm he rested a top the wall. Brilliant to ensure one was at ease before introducing the knife. Reactions spoke volumes if one knew how to read them and he had little doubt she could read very well. “An interesting hunt you have before you Aes Sedai,†his hand circled lazily on the walls smooth stones to ease the tension building inside. “Sisters come and go from the yard and tower. Who are we to question there goals or motives. Ours is but to server as the Tower and her occupants needs; thus is our calling.†Turning he let his eyes wander over the darken yard; beams of light piercing the darkness as it radiated from openings and windows in the Tall towers.

“Perhaps I could be of assistance, is there any sister in particular you are protecting this evening Aes Sedai? If I have seen them in passing I could add light to the puzzle you have before you. Or perhaps the guard in question?†He dipped his head in a slight bow as he looked back to meet her gaze once more. His mind and body had already adapted to the change in the conversation like it would in the heat of a battle. Lives were not on the line like the wielding of steel. A slip here could be far more damaging then the simple lose of life.

It was useless; the struggle to raise the alarm while the storm raged above them was hopeless. Clasps of thunder drowning out his voice as they echoed off rock walls and rattled lead glass windows. Desperation continued to spur Corin on as he spared a glance down at the boy in his arms, red life continuing to flow from the gruesome slash across his neck. Field training with Reikan had brought some knowledge in the art of field medicine but it was only basic. He knew nothing of healing and very little about herbs. But he did know that the flow of life's blood from Dorian's neck was not the pulsing gush of death's cut matching the beat of his heart. Still the amount that seeped from his neck and body would effect the same result if aid was not found soon.

Movement off to the left caught his attention as a girl in white collapsed on to a bench. Hope, there is still hope. His feet continued to struggle against the slippery ground seeking to draw him down; keep him from delivering the precious package in his arms to the one's that could save Dorian. "Girl! You there, quick ensure there is a yellow in the infirmary." His voice held a slight horse rasp to it from his hollered alarm as he called to her. "Girl! Quick on your feet!" He continued to close the distance between them as her face began to draw recollection. It was the girl from the closet. The one he had caught Dorian with before. But why was she not moving? Why did she just sit there white as her dress staring at the limp form in his hands. "I don't have time for this," he growled as turned down the hard cobble walk, sliding against the building's wall with his prior momentum.

There has to be a yellow there, there just has to be. He looked back down as the boy's pale complexion; skin beginning to take on deaths white veil. This boy had cost him so much trouble and had been here less then half the years he would need to reach the cloak. He had never lost a mentee, Dorian was only his second. There had to still be time to save him. He was not about to let the boy die; "Don't you die on me Dorian! Don't you dare die on me yet!"

OOC: sorry it's short but it's all I could come up with right now.

Her laugh was brief but musical and it added to the suspicion that perhaps he was in the company of a skilled games player. So she also sees Daes Dae'mar as a weapon to be wielded for a purpose. Corin would have to keep an eye out for this one in the yard. There was little doubt in his mind that their paths would cross again in the future. Her words held truth like a piece of steel in a master swordsmith's hands held an edge. For all her subtlety one would be gravely mistaken to underestimate her skill at words; steel's cut would be jagged in comparison.

It was interesting the way she chose to direct the conversation and leave small but pointed challenges to his responses. The fact she had withheld her name from him still played in his mind. Why? What was her true purpose that she would withhold that information? What was she hiding? Still the questions mounted and he could offer them no answer. But he knew her face now and her Ajah, it would be only a matter of time before inquiries yielded a name to place to that face. A name that perhaps would yield even more information. Information was worth more then the greatest of riches whether most believed that or not. Oh how handy she would be in ensuring what he heard and knew about Sirayn's movements were factual and current. But the likelihood of drawing her in to service as he did the novice was a fools dreams. To go head to head with her would only result in further disgrace and separation from the one he sought. Part of Daes Dae'mar was also knowing your limitations and not walking blindly into a battle you could not hope to win.

Corin returned Aramina's smile as he nodded his affirmation to her questioned statement of practice and vigilance. "Indeed you are correct in that aspect Aes Sedai. Any soldier that does not believe that is quick to the butchers bill. There is time enough when our time here has past to hang our weapons what ever they be and hope no one challenges us. A soldier who is not challenged regularly is a soldier that looses their edge and becomes a hindrance and a liability rather then an asset." He looked back down the wall toward the distant guard postings, "even in Tar Valon duty requires full focus and commitment."

Before him he had the means of information to many of his question yet he could neither outright ask nor weave the elaborate web of conversation and deception he would need to draw it from her unnoticed. It was like seeing fruit in the tree but unable to reach it or climb the tree to retrieve it; instead you were forced to watch it daily as you slowly starved. What had he done to draw such cruelty from the creator? Still she showed no sign of moving on so perhaps it was time to try pulling at a different string. "With so many new girls in white I wonder if there will be much of the guard left once they reach the shawl and come hunting in the yard? It is nice to see sisters like yourself visiting the yards with out the purpose of hunting in mind." The slight rise in his statement left the words carefully balanced on the edge of a question. One could almost interpret it either way but could not out right say he was questioning an Aes Sedai, as his eyes flick back to Aramina. Patience Corin, you must remember her lessons.

Corin listen to the boy explain his prior knowledge with half an ear. Memories flooded his mind of a boy who arrived in Tar Valon on a ship with wide eyes and larger then life dreams. A boy who had faced a man cold and hard and at times wanted to come to blows with. That boy had been Corin and the man had been the Master at Arms and his mentor. Reikan, Some days I could really use your advise. So many things had happen on his journey to the cloak; through all of it he had come to respect the man and it had been hard to say good bye to him that morning he left the yards for good. Somewhere out in the world Corin knew his soul still traveled and perhaps one day he might reunite with the man he had come to think as much of as his own father.

He had already successfully trained one boy; bringing him to the steps of becoming a man and watching him take the oaths and done the Red cloak. It had been his greatest achievement and he had felt a swelling of pride in his chest, one he had pondered about when he was but a mentee himself. Shawn was becoming a very good Tower Guard and Corin still could not resist the urge to monitor his progress now and then like a curious father watching in the shadows as his child began to set a path for his life.

As they arrived at the squat blocky building a new emotion of mixed apprehension and longing swept through him, drawing him in with the picture of the armoury. It was in this place; in the dark with the rattling echo of thunder low overhead that his true destiny began. The red glow from the forge in the back room had been his only warning to the path his feet were about to be placed on that night and he did not heed it’s warning. Now he was tied to a little old lady with a presence that commanded complete attention and whom’s simplest gaze brought many a strong willed to their knees in submission. Only that was a mess right now and he longed to fix it.

“In the Towers armoury the forge master has created every conceivable weapon know to man.†His voice had lost some of its edge with the growing memories; “In there you will find a weapon that fits you; that matches what you feel to be your calling.†Turning to Vasilis his face remained unchanged but the voice that came from it seemed at odds with it slightly. “You have what time you need to choose the weapon or weapons of choice for your future. Choose wisely Vasilis, for to change your choice in the future is not always an easy task.†Corin’s hand came to rest on the boys shoulder for a moment and his voice seemed almost hesitant before he was able to clear all signs of emotion from it again. “Go an make your choice. I will wait here for your return, then we will continue your training.â€

As the door closed behind the boy his eyes swept to the Tower rising above them. She was in there, some where on it’s ramparts or mazes of corridors the women he needed to be next to was alone and there was little he could do about that. A tear he had not know was there tipped over the edge of his lashes and began its slow journey down his cheek. It was good that the boy was inside and not witness to his weakness. Drawing it away with the back of his hand he moved to the side of the building and leaned back to await the return of his newest problem.

OOC: Okay you can find a description of the Armoury in on the Warders site. Write out how it appears to Vasilis's eyes, his impression of the waepons and his choice. Once he has selected you can have him meet up outside again.

Gently Corin rubbed the bruised knuckles of his left hand, the closest thing to a good memory for the morning was the loud smack that played back again in his mind. It probably would not help the situation with Deneira in the overall scheme of things. But boy it sure had felt good when his left had connected solidly with that tormentor of a woman. He would have to keep a close eye on her for the next several weeks, he did not believe it below her to try and get back at him through his mentee. But if she would have kept her ignorant meat hooks to herself and her own assignments this whole escapade would not have happened. At the very least she should have asked him before interfering in his training plans.

The smile soured a little at the thought of the cost for that little bit of revenge. It was fitting in the need for authority and order in the yard for all. But it still galled him that the woman could have lured him into her troubled web so easily. Normally Corin would have kept a clearer head and a more level decisive nature to him. But with all that had been going on he had allowed too much to get in and affect his attitude. Perhaps Sirayn had been right in banishing me from her. If I can not keep things together under such simple situations then perhaps I am not deserving of the right to be at her side. The thought only increased the decline in his mood toward the darker bitter thoughts that had carried him across the yard and head long into the ensuing grapple with Deneira. Somewhere he had to find some of the old joy that painted life in delightful shades of warmth and purpose for him. “Perhaps a visit to Savannah and some light hearted conversation will help shake this dark cloud I am under,†he grumbled quietly as he continued down another dim corridor.

Somewhere in this maze that made up the corridors running throughout the Tower was his mentee. That was his goal right now and he worked to force the rest of the chaos that raced in his mind to the back. He would have to have a little chat with the boy and explain the problems that might come his way in the future due to the altercation his mentor had been in with another holding the ability to have authority over him. Ironic that in the drive to separate her claws from the boy he may have only made the prize all the more tempting. Corin shook his head again, this mentee was turning out to be a career; only Corin was beginning to wonder if he would survive.

There was far to many puzzle pieces regarding the boy still loose in the box and not enough together to get a clear picture of where he might fit in future events. For now Corin would have to continue to try and get the boy to the cloak and see what path Dorian decided to step out on. With luck it would not be a path that continued to bring trouble to his mentor. A quick glance down a crossing hall as Corin continued his search brought him up short. Leaning back to look he caught sight of a hall door slipping shut. He was sure just a moment ago he had see rough hands and fair hair; too items that were in complete contrast with each other in this place. The only logical answer was a trainee that was in a place they shouldn’t be with company they most certainly should not be entertaining.

Spinning purposefully on heel he slipped down the hall on cat like steps to the door and the opportunity to release some pent up frustration on its occupants. Gripping the handle firmly he set his face in a cold mask of judgemental authority and set ice to his tongue to add bit to his words. In a quick motion he flung the door open, “boy you had better have a life pressing issue to be here with her or …†His voice stilled, the face of Dorian becoming visible as the girl turned toward the open doorway. Shock rushed through Corin as he stared at the boy and his whim, cornered in the closet. Shock and outrage rushed to be known; iron cold contempt crushed both emotions and held the distant mask on his face. Very few would have caught the tightening at the corners of his eyes and knew there meaning. Sirayn was one and even then she would have found interest in how well he held the composure she had worked to drill into him.

Instead of continuing where he had stopped he stepped back away from the door his arms crossing in front of him to add additional weight to his displeased appearance. He watched as the two hesitantly made there way out from the safety of the closet and into the flickering torch light of the hall. Open and bright in contrast to the dark anonymous protection they had unsuccessfully sought.

Corin looked out over the moon lit yard; a mist still held the soft grass covered ground from sight. Dawn’s faint light painted the edge of the horizon with a tingeing of light and set the spire tops to twinkle in the dark sky above them. Today was the day he would be breaking in his new assignment. Why the Mistress of Trainee’s saw fit to assign the boy to him was beyond all reason short of spite. He would have to spend some time thinking later on what he had done to rile the foul women up and earn him this payment. Sure he had perhaps had a few instances that were out of the norm with his previous and present trainee’s. But was that really a reason for assigning this wayward soul to him.

He had enough on his plate already with the one trainee he had. The kid could get into more trouble then Corin could possibly imagine. Sean had never been that much trouble, and then there was his personal life. Sure his duty was to the Tower and it’s needs, which at the moment seemed to be training all these wet noses to be a useful tool. But he still had not found a way to mend the mess he had made with a certain storm-eyed woman. It was all too much rain in a barrel for one person, but of course his cursed life could not be so simple as to stop there. No, there was still the unfinished matter of a certain Redhead that had his insides tied in knots when she was in sight. He may as well spend the rest of his day’s under the watchful eye of the Commander in punishment of all the wrongs he knew his future must hold. There was simply no way he could see of there being an absence of trouble when he was still stuck between them.

The soft approach of hesitant steps caught his ear and he took a moment to unclench his jaw. Between the two of them they had him walking on pins and needles most of the time now and it was really starting to ware on him. “Vasilis, it was smart of you to heed my warning.†His voice was empty again as he addressed the trainee approaching from behind. “Today is the start of a very long and hard journey. I am here to see that A; you can be useful to someone when you have finished your time as a trainee and B; make sure that it is a long and hard journey to reach the Red Cloak.†He turned to face the boy who was now near him and tossed a lathe to Vasilis, “tell me have you ever used a weapon before?â€

He waited for the boy to catch the wooden practise bundle and begin to speak before he moved. With a quick kick from his foot a second lathe flipped up from the depths of the low ground fog. Snatching the hilt with ease he drew it through a smooth arc as he dropped to a knee and stopped the bundle just short of the boy’s exposed side. “First lesson, expect the unexpected. Always,†for the first time since he had spoken that morning an edge entered his voice emphasizing the last word. Rising back up on both feet he motioned for the boy to follow beside him as he set out across the yard toward the armoury. “Now you were about to tell me what you know of weapons.â€

*peeks in*

Hey,

Congrats Russ and good luck with your new position. Hope things go well and smooth for you. :)

A curl touched at the very corners of his mouth as she spoke, as if a smirk tried to make itself known on his face. But did not fully materialize as his piercing gaze tried to read her very soul again through the windows of her eyes. This one would be a great asset if he could ever trust her. Trust, a word with more facets then a diamond, each edge a sharp sword ready to rent flesh from bone. Indeed it was trust that had put him on this course and now trust again showed it's mocking face as he pondered the next step. She would fit the part nicely; had the determination and backbone to see her true cause remain buried from those not part of this plan. But he would need to get certain assurances before she could fully be trusted and a little further misdirection might give him the opening he needed to seal those guarantees. How far will you really trust her? There had been a time when trust came easy to him; before the schooling and other matters involving Sirayn had carefully removed that carefree innocence. Now misdirection and Daes Dae'mar were his chosen path since before even reaching the cloak. He had begun to find a comforting feeling in it's play and purpose as his knowledge and strength increased. A comfort that on a deeper level disturbed him slightly.

Faile, unwittingly, was presenting him with yet another opportunity to see how well he was learning his trade and he took full advantage of it. "So little one, you are indeed right about at least one thing. You are certainly still a child in this tower." His voice was flat and authoritative; holding her gaze a little longer and relishing in the look that flashed across her eyes. The time had come to see what change in the dance he could again offer to keep her off balance. His hand dropped back from his chin to rest on the pommel of his sword; his voice taking on more of a lecturing tone. "It seems you have talked yourself in and out of a decision several times.†Carefully he lifter a brow a fraction in a manner similar to a certain slate eyed sister; “Why do you resist the need and goal of the Tower for your own personal gain? We come to bind our lives to the Tower and serve the needs of the light and the people.†Corin decided the time was right to make use of some of the slips she had left open to him and honed his words to their purpose; accusation a subtle edge in his voice. “But you from your own mouth convict yourself of a lesser desire. A desire of the self; to fight which ever way YOU want." he emphasized her individuality in the decision and continued on when she appeared to attempt to clarify or protest his findings.

"Yet in the same breath you offer your self to the patterns will and accept it's fate and need of you in the worlds battle. Indeed you have much yet to learn young Faile al'Rahien; much to learn in what you seek in life.†He shook his head slightly and glanced her over with a measuring gaze; flat cool separation once more in his voice. “We must have clarity to an exact, something I continue to wonder if you process. There is a battle coming; a battle that will need leaders and followers. Which are you Faile? You seem to be confused on your future desires. Tell me little one," his hand swept across in front of him in an open gesture. "Will you be a leader or a simple pawn in another's game when the time is before you?" The look and flashes of raw emotion that flicked across her face gave him a slight indication into were her words may go. She had much still to learn in this dance but already she was far more then he had though her capable of. Indeed, if he could secure her to the purpose then he might finally find a slim crack of light. Light he desperately needed in the darkness that held him since Sirayn had sent him from her.

But first he had to finish the business at hand and that was where his focus must lie now. Centering thought on the snares and trip lines he had placed for her he swept all other distractions back into the corners of his mind. Focus was the key to success in this. In the actions and words of a Novice; hope he wanted to place in her but could not afford it's knowledge to be known. A test would be the next step; or at least she must believe it so to set the hook firmly in place. A little more rope Corin, just a little more rope and you can pull the threads tight. She did not strike him as the type that would readily accept the position of a pawn, only her words and actions would truly answer that.

"You failed me." So barren of emotion and tone her voice betrayed nothing to the outside world. But to him, those words from her lips in such emptiness; she could not have found a knife sharper to pierce him with. In the quiet places of a persons mind; when all is at peace and thoughts are safe from prying eyes. There he had given himself to her wholly with out asking, without request. It had become his goal as she had mentored him; raised him to a skill and purpose he never imagined possible. All that was painted dark and bitter with those three simple words; rendered the harshest of irony. For it was by his own hand, that which sought to free her from past demons and bring her wholly and guarded into a future that the light held for her. Only that purpose and desire had over stepped boundaries, zealous had replaced common sense and he had slipped on a slop of his own making. Seiaman bloody Kera. With every fiber of my being I will find a way to repay this hurt 10 fold and more. You will never have her again, this I swear on my life and hope of salvation and rebirth.

So thorough had the cold harsh reality taken him that a dark shadow crossed his face giving a fluttered indication of what lurked in his mind before her training afforded him the ability to wipe it clean and hold the shaky blankness he had been able to hold so tightly before. It chaffed at him that she could have so thorough an upper hand on him at this. It was not that he sought to deceive her in general. Only to keep that which was not necessary out of the immediate knowledge less it confuse the real purpose and goal he had with her. Only twice he had slipped and she was taking full measure of that weakness to capitalize on her returns. Even in this he envied her abilities; her impressive skill like an archers arrow seeking out the truths she knew had to exist, separating chaff from wheat while she absently studied the lead glass window. Why could she not open to him; was it the public openness of this place, refusal to give over any inkling of control? Could she not see that by it's giving she would only set herself more in control of events and his life. How could she be so blind as to not understand; to not see that. She had a mastery of reading people he had not seen before; of knowing their innermost secrets and meanings. It made no sense that she would not be able to see that; see what was between them and the possibilities it held.

His eyes returned to the roof as her words continued to wash over him. He deserved this, it was his doing that had set this rift between them so he would bare witness to her agitation and accept the scathing words of her disappointment. Feel the edges and remember this time when bitterness had been served to him by the one person he sought to keep from the Darkone's touch with his life. Emptiness, the black and barren center of a burnt wick. It was a trainee exercise that served him well in the past, came to mind as he worked to regain and maintain composure in front of her. It would do neither of them any good to crack and fall hopelessly apart before her in the openness of the infirmary. Too many eyes to see and record it's happening; ears to gather words exchanged, and mouthes to carry those tidbits too far and too many places their agreements did not need to be known. Simply and Aes Sedai lecturing a fool guard on the merits of his choices, nothing more could they afford the rest to comprehend at this time. If anything more was to be passed from their safe keeping to others it would be by her doing as was her right in their agreement.

Even meditation could not stop the momentary climb of eyebrows and the sudden flick of his eyes to hers; his mouth already partially open with defense climbing his throat to dance across tongue and find life in the open air between them. How could she believe such trivial non sense. The ball of ice that had formed in his stomach reached up and snatched the words as they prepared to leave his mind and find form. Instead a quick click of teeth as his mouth snapped shut, eyes returning to study the roof. Memories of the thick coppery taste of blood in his mouth and throat returned momentarily as he funneled indignation and frustration into the bloody image of the spar ring. Not only had the light forsaken woman who had been unjustly granted the title of Gaidin to Sirayn caused this meeting to happen. She had put his mentee somewhere in the infirmary as well. That meant there would probably still be a visit from the Mistress of trainee's yet in his future. The distraction was not joyous but it severed its purpose; distracted his mind from the inquisition Sirayn had begun. It granted him the opportunity to begin to gain some of that steadfastness she had drilled into him over the years.

Somehow, deep down, he knew she would find out about his foolishness with Seiaman and the sparing ring. It was a fools hope to think that a person like herself with her finger on the pulse of Tar Valon and it's happening would not have received word of it. He knew this would come, prepared for her berating, though he had not imagined here in the public openness of the infirmary when he was still gathering his wits and control again. But in his fury and focus over the one eyed women and how he might separate her from ever harming Sirayn again. He had not noticed her lack in mentioning earlier times with regards to the moments he had shared with Lavinya. Perhaps he had been relishing in the subconscious thought that it had escaped notice. That some how as brazen and forth right as he had been with another sister there, word had not made it's way to her ear. It caught him by complete surprise when she so pointedly mentioned it. Why in the light would she bring it forth now? How could anything be gained by it's conversation at a time as this where so many others could pick up on it? It made no sense to him; less so the way emotion seemed to grab her words at the end. Emotion. That was a huge problem even though there had been hardly any trace of it in her voice. Sirayn Sedai never allowed it to touch her voice or appear outwardly. But it had been there, he was positive, if only a flash it had indeed been there. But why? Why would that little meeting in the garden cause such a response from her? In public no less.

Lavinya had been a meeting of happen stance. A chance to play more at the game Sirayn had introduced him to. Only she had turned out to be so much more then an opponent at Daes Dae'mar. Some how, he still could not fully understand, she had slipped past his defenses and laid siege to his mind and heart. A place that had once been dedicated and solely owned by one now had a second haunting it. He had met beauty straight on and passed without even a slight mar. Sirayn herself had placed him in the clutches of that blond at that private function he had escorted her to. Watched from across the room as he avoided snares and trappings; separated himself formally from her without slipping to her charms. What was it about Lavinya then that had made all that training so much cotton in his head with no order or reason? His tie to Sirayn and his wanting to give to her of himself had not diminished; only now a new shadow watched and judged his worth. What had it been in the soft skinned redhead that had scrambled his mind so thoroughly. It was a puzzle he would have to work out during quiet times of meditation. That left the more recent puzzle before him; why had Sirayn allowed that small simple slip? Unless ..

A flame flicked to life deep inside; warmed his heart. Could it be that she cares? The thought was absurd, the women had told him often enough that she needed no one. He had seen her vulnerable, hurting, almost as if she longed for something. He had dismissed it as still learning to read people correctly, perhaps another of her tests. Only now a new light shown on those memories. A new hope that he refused to let go of now that she had given it life. If she cared, even in the slightest then there was a chance he might be able to draw more from her. Draw out the woman he had visioned her to be at times; glance at when the situation was just right before her iron control resumed leaving him to wonder if he had actually seen what he thought. Indeed he was more determined then ever to guide her toward a future he knew must exist for them.

Thoughts, arguments and planing raced through his mind a he continued his study of the roof. He had gained most of his control over expression back but he still worried about the weakness his voice might betray. cautious steps where needed here. Things had been said in that garden had been only for their ears. He would not disrespect her so much as to share those points outside her confidence; a subject best swept under the rug quickly and forgotten as far as Sirayn was concerned. The alternative would only see a great deal of further discomfort in his future. He was not willing to loose either of them at this point and it chaffed him that he did not know why. That was a secret best left inside; a nightmare if it was to come to light in the open.

Slow even breaths, his subconscious at work too keep the facade up and the turmoil within from outside knowledge. Even his subconscious however could not stop the loud rumble from his belly at the smell of food that floated to his nose as a novice passed by a tray laden with food in her grasp. Hunger and the demand of nourishment for his body sidelined his thoughts momentarily; embarrassment adding the faintest of heat to his cheeks. The way his memories had been going with regards to Lavinya Sedai it was indeed a good thing his stomach had spoken or perhaps the heat in his cheeks would have been from an all together different reason. One he would never be able to explain to Sirayn; could still not reason out for himself. "Sorry Sirayn Sedai, it seems my stomach is still very remembering of the healing." Good a slight waver but a marked improvement in the steadiness of his voice. It would be useless to think he could lie his way out of the predicament he found himself deeply seated in. Her skill was far too superior from him to find escape in that dance, but perhaps he could deploy a little of that Aes Sedai truth to the matter.

"It seems I have made a few poor decisions of recent. You have taught me better then that," his absent study of the ceiling continued. Steady, the voice must be steady, no emotion. Indeed he had know better until she had slipped in behind that wall of knowledge. There was a deeper person behind the mask that Lavinya wore and it pulled at him. How could he feel so much for a woman he hardly knew; had only recently met. It made no sense but remained true none the less. Something deep within Lavinya called out for someone to help restore the person she truly was and his mind could not let go of that; care for her wellbeing and future weighed heavily on Corin now. But these times were not the ones to dwell on it. The true future he planed sat over him with a strain he had never noted before. A puzzle he had never seen coming but so desperately wanted to believe in. "The ... event was a grand miscalculation I agree. Not something to be aired so readily out in the open for all to see. It is not something easily forgotten from public eyes or swept away from memory, but I will do better in the future to keep ... teachings I have learned closer to mind." The continued waiver, as slight a it was, still frustrated him. Light it was unfair that she could have so complete a level of control while he could not firmly grasp the mastery of his voice. How was he to be of value to her if he could not hold an iron grip on emotion and control like Sirayn portrayed.

Sure she had years and years of practice over him, but perhaps if he studied hard he could close that gap since he did not have that much time afforded him. He had to prove his worth to her with out the added benefit of the years she had spent in this trade. But if he had been right, if there had indeed been that edge of emotion, if it had been the cause he imagined then perhaps he needed to think on another method. If ... so many things hinged on that small and simple word; his life being the least."I can assure you nothing that happened with ... that women was planned or though out. I miscalculated my ability to play at a game and unfortunately others paid the price for that. A lesson I assure you I have learned and will not consciously make again."

Corin returned to stand before the boy his hand coming up to rub his chin. "A debit," his voice remained soft and void of true emotion. " A debit is not a good basing for the giving of one's life to duty. Think deep on your decision Vasilis, the Aes Sedai need a dedicated gaurdian not a winsom filled servent." Images of his precious Sirayn perked up from the depths, yes Sirayn even you do not want a simple servent no matter how you may portray it. He let the thought pass without touching his eyes, Whatever had brought the child here, he had unfortnately no right to deney him an audience with the Mistress of Trainees. It was her right to decide who was to train and who was not. Having already crossed her path on a couple of unfortunate instances of recent he would rather prefer to not raise her ire again.

Motioning wiht his hand he headed back across the yard to the Stone buildings near the barracks, "follow me." He would deliver this pup to her and be back in the yard in a matter of moments. It might even work in his favour. His mentee Dorian may take his absence as a chance at relief; that would add to the mind game when he returned and added more to his day. The boy had become a bit of a problem and Corin ws going to see he had no further time available to him. With luck if he was kept busy from pre dawn to after dusk he might not have time for causing Corin further problems. It would also ensure no one else tried to finish the last failed attempt to remove his life from this time. The young man would die eventually, but not while he was Corin's mentee. A death would mean far to many explinations, not ot mention the large amount of paper work. Something Corin despised at the best of time. Admit it, you like the Dorian.

Arriving at the Mistress of trainee's office Corin lead Vasilis in and introduced them with the thought of being dismissed immediately after. Only great concentrated control kept his face blank as his thoughts on the situation were rewritten before his eyes in her hand. It appeared perhaps she still held al litttle annoyance toward Corin as with a smile she not only accepted the boy but in the same breath assigned him to Corin. The look on the boy's face would have been quite amuzing had he not been in such internal shock over the turn of events. But true to his training Corin remaind passive and indifferent on the outside as he made his salute to the MOT and escorted the boy out of her office with thanks for the opportunity to train the boy.

This was definately not going to fit into his original plans. Perhaps the MOT had the same plan for Corin as he head for Dorian? Well if that was the case then she would be sadly mistaken, there was no way he would not find time to work on protecting Sirayn from the shadows while he worked out a way to repair the bridge. "Come I will show you to your room. You will be in the yard 1 hour before dawn tomorrow." His foot falls on the cobbles slightly harder then normal would be the only indication to someone fairly observent that something more was going on. "I highly recommend that you are not late Vasilis, Dorian can attest to that." is voice twinged with a touch of sterness to add weight to his words. "You can move your stuff to this room. Get to know your roommates, you will be with them for a while." A smile touched his face now but it lacked any warmth or mirth, "1 hour before dawn." Turning on heel he headed back across the yard toward the running track and the object of todays torment leaving the boy behind at the door to come to terms with what he had just gotten himself into.

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Time stretched on in long drawn out moments of self loathing and personal disdain at what he had done; brought down on himself and the one woman he had being willing to die for. He had laid out his heart to Sirayn and in her just fury she spoke not a word to him as he remained silent, kneeling at her bed side. She had every right to hate him; to see him ripped apart and scattered to the winds with what had transpired. How had fury so deep and hard slipped in like that? It was not suppose to be like this; never turn out like it had. He had secreted her away to ensure he was making the right decision; the decision to surrender his will and identity to her. Become whatever she wanted of him in servitude to ensure her thread remained in the pattern through The Great Battle. Now he knelt here awaiting his own blade at her hand to remove his own thread. So much of this was not right; did not match the carefully thought out plan in his head when he had first crafted the idea. It seemed so long ago now as death’s veil lay in wait over his head for her to strike.

Where had things turned astray; taken the dark road he now found himself kneeling on. It had been in fury and dark isolation they had met and tied one to another a thread of a kind. While the storm set its fury on the Yard and buildings of the White Tower they had discussed choices and paths in the warm safe embrace of night’s own eyes. He had know so little then; expected so little, dreamed of grand adventures and the wondering power of Aes Sedai. She seemed to wear stern separation as a cloak wrapped tightly around her frail little frame then. A spiders mask to lure the fly in close to it’s web. Promises and agreements had been made that night. Agreements that had changed the course of the life he had planned; started him on the path that had placed him here. So sure back then he had been of himself; false confidence in the tiny little thread he had bound her to, thinking a great victory. But while pride had blinded him to her small and quiet movements; Sirayn had wrapped layer upon layer of steel cord around him with a surgeon’s own envious precision. Ironic that it should be in fury and isolation that darkness should come to him again. Only this time the isolation was a setting by his design and not hers; the darkness would be forever a cold separation from life itself at the hand of her fury toward the man that had failed her again. Another deep and steady breath registered in his ears; herald a release soon to come.

If his heart had been porcelain it would have shattered as if crushed under the heel of a forceful boot. Realization that indeed he had failed her again brought forth new levels of self loathing and disgust. How could he possibly expect her to want him when all he seemed to do was cause her hardship and bring failure to her feet as an offering. Failure, that small simple word had bit into his heart deeper then any knife the first time he had heard it slip from her lips. How could he expect her to understand; to love him if all he brought was suffering and defeat as gifts? Indeed Sirayn Sedai’s life could only get better with the removal of Corin Danveer and his treacherous, witless life. At least by his end he had been able to separate and save her from that dark cold women she had once called Gaidin. A small and feeble victory compared to the turmoil he had created for the one he wanted so much to devote his life to. Only the Father of Lies could orchestrate misery to such a fine and grand display of uncontrolled thought and emotion. It seems he was not above the dark one’s touch after all; accepted false belief in an untouchable separation the creator and light would have given him to watch over her.

Movement registered in the silent still ness as her feet reached toward the floor righting herself on the bed in the process. Soon would come the blow that would still his lungs forever and bring sweet separation from the hurt he had caused. Her strength was returning which would aid in a quick clean cut; saving her from the mess of a less then precise blow. Or do you think only of yourself again Corin and the avoidance of pain. To be saved from the drawn out gasping of your bodies attempt to struggle for life as it slowly ebbed through your fingers? The voice was hollow and cold in his mind but a great edge of truth flowed from its words. Would he be able to hold on if she was less then precise and quick in her blow? Would he cry out in desperation worse then the pathetic excuse for a protector he had turned out to be. His eyes cracked open a fraction; grey dim light slipping through and brought the picture of white knuckles wrapped firmly around the hilt of a knife who’s memory his hand held. Good it will be quick then. It was only a matter of time; her grip spoke of strength again and he had no doubt about her abilities when she decided to deploy it’s sharpened edge to work.

The blow he prepared for did not arrive; was not the method of her choosing. Instead cold sharp words designed to leave the deepest of scares filtered from her mouth and drove deep into him. Reminded him of his place in this age and in her time. She had been long before him and would see many years after him if the light continued to show it’s favor on her. He had only wanted to help ensure that she indeed did se those many many years after his passing; for his time was but a candles life. But after the way he had slipped; fallen so easy to the darker voice of temptation how could he fault her for the verbal knives she assailed him with. Torn and battered he would accept what was her do and wait on the release from failure his own blade would give.

But he had lost favor in the light as she contemplated the foolish words that had slipped from him in frustrated anger only a short while ago. To be lost to one’s self; trapped in a useless shell without escape or purpose; a shudder racked his body at the thought. He was hers to dispatch how she wished. He would not fight her even in the horrid torment she offered him with no emotion or malice in her voice. It only emphasized the deep separation between them now confirmed in her choice of names for him. Only with the sudden firm pressure of a hilt in his hand did he open his eyes in puzzlement; hand closing loosely around the hilt. Confusion at it’s return to him and not sheathed within him was answered in the dawning remembrance of the One Power. The blade must herald her return to connection with Saidar and there by her ability to defend herself easily against a simple traitor as she had put it; the word tasted bitter on his tongue. So this was how it was to end; a life of torture knowing what he had done but never able to correct the transgression.

Slowly he rose from the bed side; avoided her eyes with shame painted plainly on his face. This was to be his sentence, a life time of wandering this land knowing that she was near him in the Tower but he would never be able to be part of that life. Hesitantly with leaden feet he moved to the table to collect his cloak and sword; symbols of a life he had ruined with these recent events. Turning the Red Cloak of the guard over in his hands he weighed the level of shame he had brought to it’s purpose. The guard was a proud force sworn to protect the Tower and it’s occupants to the very last. It was a desire he had held when introduced to the yard and his mentor. Reikan’s words from his training; a conversation they had about the duties of the guard and it’s role in regards to Aes Sedai. Turmoil twisted his insides as deep seeded desire fought for existence, No … NO!! He had not disgraced the cloak; would not. He had made a mess of things with Sirayn and would spend his life time seeking away to correct that. But he had done nothing against the guards oath; the oath that bound him willingly to the Tower and it’s purpose. In that there remained hope and a future. A hair of optimism wormed into his middle at the possibility there may yet be a way to correct this.

Silver flashed at his wrist as the dagger slipped with practiced precision back into the sheath in his sleeve. Emerald green eyes with a suppressed fire of purpose glinted in the candle light as he swung the cloak around him; the clasp at his throat clicking shut softly in the dead silence of the room. The fabrics weight serving to straighten his stance; confidence strong in his posture. Without turning Corin hefted the sheathed sword and strapped it to his waist. It’s presence like a weight of trial and judgment to ensure he would remember. He would live out his purpose and duty to the guard until the pattern called for his path to change. She would be alone once he left the cabin; an Aes Sedai away and unprotected; the thought setting his shoulders. The commander would never allow it and neither would he. She did not want to see him so he would comply; further hardship on her he would not be the cause. But nowhere in there had she stated he was to never see her again. A chuckle reached for his throat; seek to find escape through his mouth at the irony of how well she had trained him to look at all the holes in a persons words, their logic. But iron willed control had returned to him now and he crushed the emotion ruthlessly. Each new journey began with a small simple step, this would be his.

Stilling the smirk that begged to make itself known on his face he collected the saddle bag from the table. His hand stroked the closure softly for a moment before reaching into it and pulling forth a small polished slate grey stone. It’s liquid smooth surface drawing back visions of the day he had requested it’s creation; another time and a different person then. Finger tips traced the engraving of that odd dagger he had come to use as his own version of a sigil etched to adorned the surface. His thumb stroked over the stone several times before he placed it on the table in front of him. It had been made in a different time; he had brought it for a different circumstance then what faced him but the purpose remained the same. As had been his desire with it’s creation so it would remain in purpose. The changing situation that face him now would not alter the fact that it would still be her choice. “From your eyes I will depart as commanded Sirayn Sedai of the Green Ajah,†his voice once again cool and honed as she had trained him though his heart fought to add emotion. “If this stone appears to me again I will come without question; do as you command; depart after if you wish. All without question.†the cloak flared around him as he spun to face her; the red material wrapping in a hug as it continued in movement to it’s end and then dropped back. “I wish you well Sirayn Sedai and safe travels for your return. May the Creator always keep you safe in his loving hands.†Sweeping into a bow exact in it’s formality and technique; eyes glittering with his new purpose met her’s for the first time since he had rose. She had trained him for a purpose and instilled skills he had not previously held. In this simple act she would know how well Corin Danveer had indeed learned those lessons.

The meeting of eyes was the length of a lighting bolt’s life but in that span a vibrancy that had been lacking since their arrival met the cold hard stare of grey with almost suppressed amusement. The dark end that had begun to appear at this journeys conclusion had been manifested in his mind as a new opportunity. Blood still coursed his veins. Continued life meant a continued chance to find away to bridge the gap and restore order to the union he believed the future still held. His cloak swirled around him as he turned and departed from her; a new journey was about to begin. “The cabin is well stocked and your mount is safe in the stable on the east wall of the cabin.†Let us see what time has in store for us Sirayn Damodred; what will the Wheel spin out in this age for us? The question warm and inviting as the cold steel door latch mated with his hand.

Corin Danveer

Tower Guard

Renewed ;)

The simple smile that adorned her face as she looked out over the city intrigued him slightly; stirred new questions and wonders. He remained true to a promise made to another though she did not know it. If there was gain to be found in this one then perhaps she would fit into future plans. If not, additional resources of his own were always welcome. Corin knew he would need use of them before his time was done; how was still to be determined.

Aramina’s words were a spoken declaration of Green determination that was a key thread in their ranks as he had come to recognize. But her words also marked her as an opponent not to be taken lightly. Little doubt remained in his mind now that she knew very well the Great Game and enjoyed the ease in which she deployed it’s art. A very powerful tool if controlled correctly; a dangerous viper if not. She would be too much for him to hope for; but for Sirayn she would be a kitten lapping at a milk dish. The problem was he could no more suggest it then he could present her in person. A brief moment of bitterness raced through him at the childish mistake he had made out there, eyes glancing over Dragonmount. “You speak of a skill not many posses yet many play at.†Caution was needed in the steps he took; a simple falter could mark the beginning of a long slide.

He moved to stand near her; hands resting on the wall as he joined her in peering out over the city. “I envy those that have the skill. It would make many things easier as a guard when dealing with confrontation. But not all is lost, we have the distinct honor of you and your sisters presence with us. Where we are not able to tread you are.†Turning sideways to lean against the parapet Corin once again studied the Sister beside him trying to recall a name to her face; noted the way she still held the wall in a tender touch. “If you don’t mind me asking Aes Sedai; is it a craft that one must practice often to perfect like it is the sword?â€

Leaden grey clouds passed slowly over the spire tops; hid some of the higher in their ominous veil. What had begun as a light soaking rain now pour from those clouds in a steady down pour; water rushing down the cobble streets below. It had been yet another uneventful morning on the wall and Corin was more then happy to see his relief working there way along the wall’s walk. He was soaked from head to toe and the though of a warm fire and dry clothes were the only things to keep his spirit mildly up. To much troubled his life now the rain only a small added annoyance. Some how he would earn back her trust; he had to.

He made his leave from the post he had manned all morning with the goal of warmth in mind and a few harsh jokes about staying dry and ducks. Wall duty was a necessity of a guards life in the Tower. The weather only made the task more trying at times. What he really needed was another posting that took him outside the walls again. The longing for travel had put an itch in his feet again that helped to dim the agitation that held him hostage most days. But the trip would not settle him any more then several rounds of strong rum. Only her acceptance would help to ease the pressure in his mind and it appeared that would not come anytime soon.

A loud peal of thunder clash overhead; echoed off the walls and back into the torrent falling from the sky. It was useless trying to avoid the puddles that covered the ground in an almost flooded state. There was no way he could get wetter then he was as he grumbled about covered walks and sunshine. The continued echo of thunder pulled at his ear. He had been wrapped in the void for most of the tour avoiding the unpleasantness of the cold. The faint sounds in what appeared to be echoes from the thunder seemed off in his mind causing him to stop and concentrate on the sound. Though he was sworn to protect all in the walls; there were two he would go beyond the pit of doom itself to see safe. Their safety was always paramount in his mind even behind the great Tar Valon walls.

Instead of a harsh clash the hit strong and faded slowly the sound was more of a ring that hit and seemed to fade away quickly. He knew that sound; had not known it as intimately before the yard but knew it now without a doubt. The weather ensured that only a fool would be out sparing this day. That left little options; even less that offered comforting thoughts. Corin began to move with haste toward the location of the sound, his feet moving faster as the sound grew. Shouts could now be hear in the distance, but were silenced almost as quickly. His left hand reached up to release the clasp of the rain sodden cloak at his neck leaving it to fall in the muddy ground behind him. Breaking around a grouping of brush a scene came to him in the small clearing that froze his core and had reaction in motion before realization could complete.

He had been trained well; his body and subconscious knew their task before the conscious completed it’s conclusions of that before him. The soft welcoming hiss of metal on metal as his blade came clear of it’s scabbard. Four bodies lay in heaps before him, a shadow disappearing into the tree line caught his attention immediately and the dagger from his left darted toward the shape; joined with it as the shadow slipped into the tree line it‘s fate unknown.

His eyes swept around the clearing quickly and registered no other movement before he hastened to a pair of bodied pile atop each other. He recognized the coats as the twins and dropped to his knees at their side sword still in a firm grip. A quick check told him that Dorian still held a thin strand of life; his pulse weak and thready, breathing shallow rasping gurgles. The boy under him; Danian had already passed on from this time. With the thunder and pounding rain a yelled alarm was useless from this place. Quickly sheathing his sword Corin collected his young mentee across his arms and began to run toward the barracks and the infirmary. Someone has to be there. They have to, light the creator grant they are. Even as his mind pleaded for the blessing from the creator he tried to keep his mentee in the land of the living. “Dorian! Hang in their boy, help is coming just hang in there; for your brother fight to hold life’s thread!â€

Rain pooled in puddles on grass and ground alike making the passage slippery and difficult; slowed Corin’s progress as if it fought to keep him from finding the aid the boy needed. “Guards! Guards! Guards!†he shouted as he crossed the open yard stumbling several times.

OOC: sorry for the delay. But the laptop is back so are the posts ;)

The boy seemed genuine enough with his emotions worn plain on his sleeve; including the agitation in his eyes at being labeled a child. It would be minor compared to what he may eventually go through to reach the Red cloak. “I am Corin Danveer of the White Tower Guard Vasilis, but for now you can call me Corin.†The words were delivered in a non interested voice; his attention lay in other puzzles and mysteries this morning as many. He had learned well the trade of his brethren; acquired an additional one he had not counted on when he too had arrived at the White Tower wide eyed and full of dreams of grandeur. Reality had been almost thoroughly beaten into him now; added a cynical edge that had never before been part of him.

Leaving the pleasant distraction of the yard for a moment he walked slowly around the boy sizing him up like he would a horse he had thoughts to purchase. With his training he had done that in the first quick glance that he had used to register the boys present. But he had found, through his training with others, that the pressure of outward expression weighed heavy on most when place in the center of indifferent study. Will he survive to see the Red Cloak or be like many of late who left the yard broken and in shame. Theirs was not and ease life and required a commitment level and sacrifice not all could make. They were who they were; not all would be capable that was to be understandable but what they protected left no room for second guesses. Hesitation and fear could mean the death of a sister; something the guard and the world could not afford.

He studied the back of the boys head for a moment as if trying to see his thoughts inside. When he spoke his voice was quiet and weighted with judgment, “so tell me Vasilis what makes you believe yourself worthy of protecting Aes Sedai?†It was an unfair question he knew; one that had never been posed of him. But many lives may fall into his hands for protection in the future; two over all that he vehemently refused with his life to let death even look at.

Why was Isha so void of emotion with him? Am I so awful a disappointment Isha will not accept me back; not remember the boy I had been when I was assigned to him? Refuse to remember the innocence that had met his soldiers eyes at first arrival. A lost soul seeking a place to belong and perhaps an understanding to some of the many questions that had plagued him since … No he would not allow that thought back into his life now; had no time to afford it a life while he still did not know his own fate amongst these black clothed men. Back then Isha had been a man he had looked up to with great regard; a mentor he strove to find peace through and hoped to return even a measure of the benefit he gained from the association with the big man.

Sudden firm pressure gripped his shoulder and spun him effortlessly. Movement seemed to slow as the Void flashed up around him; floated in it’s cold separated emptiness. Saidin leapt to his grasp; oil tainted vile slicked his skin and wrenched his stomach fiercely as the torrent current of Saidin filled him. His eyes, flat mirrors reflecting everything back out and allowing nothing to be seen inside, locked to the danger that threatened his life again. A weave already beginning to form over the tall shadowy figure in front of him. The weave never finished it’s form as realization screamed and battered the smooth surface of the void. Recognition that beg to be let in; spoke of wrongs and need. Something felt wrong in this; hesitation a luxury that he had never been afforded since their separation bore from the moment of confusion.

A sudden thick sheet of glass slammed through between him and Saidin and eyes that had been flat reflecting mirrors flashed with horror and shock as the unfinished weave dissipated. His muscles tensed with a sudden fear as he threw himself at Saidin once and found no contact. A strange hiss echoed in his ear; recollection of metal sliding over metal came to mind as he fought for understanding of what was happening. He had let his guard down and they had him now but steel would bite flesh before they drug him off to be stilled and turn mad from the loss. How? How could this be? They were behind him, he had found safety … What was it. Where was the safety he had found; light where did they go? He needed them and …

Confusion smote his mind in flashes; raced ahead of consciousness and the beat of his heart. With sword half drawn the world caught up to his fear and he froze as if a garden statue in some fine royal garden. The shadowy image before him came clear as Isha, and for the first time in over a year he felt the ice cold bolt of shame drive though him. For the second time he face the one man he knew he needed with the ugly thought of death burning inside. What was he becoming? This was the man he needed and he was about to separate himself further from him. A familiar feeling began to well up inside; a distant old friend he had sent away that very night Isha had left. Inside he struggled to crush the sorrow and loss that wanted to bring forth tears again to him. He would not let them return; they were weakness and he would not be weak again. Never again.

A dark eye observed him severely as he slowly straightened; his raised hand eased the partially displayed blade back into the sheath on his back. Sheer determined will forced the fingers to uncurl and release the hilt they had married only moments ago. “Sorry,†the void still held his voice emptying any emption that would have touched his words; “certain reactions become habit when they are necessary for life.†He straightened; trying to make it looks as if the situation was completely normal. “As for training,†he shrugged nonchalantly, “I had hoped you would have taken me back again.†Inside he wanted to scream his apologies to Isha, to ask him to train him; protect him. Tell him how he had missed him, wished nightly for him to return and retrieve him like it was a bad nightmare. But none of it reached the surface; broke from the iron grip he held it inside with. A word wrong or a feeling innocently released might set open the flood gates from which he would not be able to hold back.

OOC: I’ll let you and Drenn decide which one slams the shield on Linten.

A sparrow swept low over the gently flowing grass; moving to the caress of a light morning breeze. Drawing in a deep breath Corin let it out slowly, releasing any tension in his shoulders and neck. It was a wonderful sun kissed morning; the thin smell of the previous nights chimney smoke lingered lightly in dews fresh scent. He glanced around the yard in a quick sweeping gaze as if looking at nothing yet his mind recorded the picture to the last fluttering leaf. In the distance his mentee was working laps on the track and the early morning crash of wood had already begun to float in the air from the sparing rings. All were signs of home to him now.

He had come to Tar Valon seeking adventure as a Gaidin but instead had found a new home; a purpose in the guard and another’s use. The guard had become his new family and he would readily give his life in stay of almost any of its members. The sisters and their future additions to those ranks he would protect as vehemently as a mother would her own child. But confusion and more still held him in turmoil over a certain pair of those sisters. A Grey who had surprisingly infatuated him and a Green who he cared for so deeply he would give all in a heart’s beat to save. But would you sacrifice the Grey for her?

Word about assistance in a young soft voice at his side rousted him from his thoughts and future worries. A dark haired boy stood at his left; dark green eyes flicked continuously to the yard around them and it's activity; burned with a desire he had seen many time in his years in the Guards ranks and before. Corin’s hand rested at ease on the pommel of his sword hilt as he surveyed the youngster before him already sure what the boy was looking for.

"I may perhaps be able to help you young lad. But before I can do that I need to know what it is you need help with and what your name is?" His face remained relaxed and open with no outward appearance of interest beyond that of offering help. But he took in every movement the boy made. Inside the walls were safer then the rest of the world if only slightly and that concerned him greatly. The boy should have been escorted directly to the MOT if that was his true business. Where have you come from little one?

OOC: Okay, lets get your training going. :)

The harsh loud ring of hard-heeled boots echoed across the walk as the heels drove hard into the cobbles. As if each stomped step could crush the agitation and furry welling up inside, Corin hastened down the barrack walk; his red cloak fluttering angrily behind. The morning exercise was to be a simple one. A little surprise for his mentee; a chance for him to see what his future might look like when he completed the path he had chosen. Corin had not taken Dorian on a tour of the guards yet; did not feel the boy was settled enough to comprehend the commitment he would be giving of himself when the time came for him to visit the glade in ceremony. Even this morning while he had made his way to the barracks in silent thought he was not sure the boy would understand all; that he could explain it all. For this part Corin usually relied on the trainee’s eyes to bring to there consciousness the absolute magnitude of the journey they would take upon accepting the Red Cloak. But that was the first big problem of the day. How would Dorian see that when the boy was blind?

Anger surged inside him again and he crushed it in an iron fist of determination. Even the thought of what had happen so far this morning set his rage to blaze. He had arrived quietly at the twin’s room hoping to roust Dorian without disturbing his other roommates. But when he had entered the room he found his brother only. That was bad enough to set his mood on edge; having to practically drag the answers out of Danian only made it worse. But the answer was what broke his controlled grasp on calmness. Deneira, that stupid meddling, over confident, over bearing women had messed with the wrong trainee this time. He tolerated, only by the barest of threads, her abusive treatment of Danian the trainee assigned to her. If the MOT did not say anything it was not his place to interfere as much as he would have liked to. But she crossed the line when she began to meddle in the affairs of Dorian; his charge.

A pair of early risers heading to the track by the looks of them shed back into the shadow of their barrack doorway as he pounded by sparing them not a glace. He knew anger held plain on his face and twisted the normally subdued mask to a dark furrow. But at the moment he cared not and allowed it to remain as he searched for the source of his anger and frustration. Snapping at a trainee that happened across his path he was quickly directed to the sparing area as a last know location of the offending woman. Typical, I should have guessed.

Crossing a grass section toward the sparing area he spotted Deneira; locking an ice-cold gaze on her. Ironically it seemed almost fitting to find her here, an area were she inflicted additional unwarranted pain on her own charge. Time had come to vindicate some of that abuse. His hands turned into tight fits; palms yarned for the familiar feel of a wooden lathe in which to exact some needed discipline on her. “Deneira! You have gone to far this time woman. You better have a very bloody good explanation for where Dorian is.†He stopped short in front of her, eyes still fixed on hers.

OOC: Weak but it's a start.

Corin took note of her answer and choice of words. Love was not quite a word he would have chosen to describe his feelings toward the tower; dedication perhaps, though it too lacked the true meaning he felt. But she was more right then she could ever know when that picture was held up to one he had been separated from by the woman’s own commandments. In that the simple word love paled to the emotional attachment and concern he felt for that one small lady with such cold harsh eyes. One day he would find away to close that chasm; bridge the gap he had caused between them. His eyes recorded the movement of Aramina’s hand along the surface of the wall. He was busy in his own thoughts but not enough to miss the subtle attachment portrayed in that simple gesture. So, through and through you are bond and true to the Towers purpose. He filed the information carefully away with her face he now had burned to memory.

Her smile seemed to loose it’s glint; become heavier as if a deeper thought had taken her. There was no mistaking she spoke truth about the paths and places one would take if the need was felt deep enough. So many things had changed from the dreams and beliefs he had held; had crossed many paths he would not expected himself capable. Not until he had found himself tied to a green sister that in time had bound him in steel cables no one could escape from. Now it was allies that he depended on.

Nothing changed on his face; but his eyes unnoticeably narrowed at her question while his mind raced to look for where advantage could be gained. “ I agree there are indeed many paths before us; how we choose states a lot about our character and goals in this life.†His eyes swept once more to a guard on the edge of vision; “but not all my brethren wait Aes Sedai. Only a fool waits on the world and an age to pass.†His foot slide softly over the warn walk of the Tower wall. “Stone and mortar are strong but in themselves nothing.†His right hand rose in front of him and closed into a tight fist, “this; flesh and bone and blood. This is the true power. Even the One Power is nothing unless it is in the hands of Aes Sedai like ..†The pause was almost unperceivable; would have been to anyone not ensconced in The great Game, “you and your sisters as they wield it for Lights purpose.†That slip was a little to close to secrets that had to be kept in the deep safety of his mind until the time of her choosing.

His hand returned to the sword hilt to rest at ease with his right while his eyes scanned the horizon. “My path is set; has been set by the wheels spinning. I am not ta’veren so the thread of my life is woven to the pattern and twined with other threads at the wheels will. I can ask for no more then an honorable death and a chance to see the Father of Lies once more entombed behind the seals.†Looking back at her as she leaned against the wall opposite him a smirk found favor on his face; “and what of you Aes Sedai and your love that is not duty. Do you rush to prepare for the battle that comes? Or do you take time to observe that which happens around you?â€

Linten almost flinched at the bitterness that swelled in Isha’s voice as he spoke of Ben and the fate the pattern had sealed him to. Both a horrid and blessed fate to one who could at one time touch Saidin. It was a blessing in that it separated the man from the Dark One’s taint on the one power and help to save the madness it caused. But it also meant a separation from a source of the sweetest life could offer. Touching Saidin after the ugly vileness of the taint washed over and through you left you in a euphoria that nothing in the world could match. Desperation and despair was the future of a man cut from it’s touch he had been told. A small shiver raced his spine at the thought of losing the ability to touch Saidin. “Burned out,†the words where more breath then true form as his mind raced over the horror.

So life had been equally hard on the man who had remained true to the Black Tower; true to the uniform they both wore. Has more right then you to it … wasn’t a coward … a sniveling baby at the side of someone else’s grave. Linten’s shoulders tensed slightly as he tried to ignore the taunting voice that had been his only companion after Isha had left, left you alone to die. His eyes cut toward where Drenn had moved off; check to see if the man was watching him before returning his gaze to his mentors. Forcing himself to keep his eyes lock to the one good eye Isha still had; “I am sorry to hear that. Ben was a good man … would have thought he would have made you proud.†His eyes dropped to the man’s feet as he shuffled his stance slightly, his voice low “unlike me.†The past was done and could not be rewritten there was no sense in delving into it’s dark and murky waters; it only held pain, for both it seemed.

“Do you suppose they will allow me to train under someone again?†His eyes came up to read his mentor’s expression; to find truth in the words he spoke. Linten desperately needed the Tower again; needed the sense of family it provided. Foolish weak boy, can’t you stand on your own two feet. They will be your undoing. Reliance is weakness. His jaw clicked; the voice in his head causing him to tense his jaw as he tried in futile to ignore it’s venomous thoughts, words.

As Aramina leaned back on the wall the moon’s eerie red tinged light played off the red highlights in her hair; the gold adding a shimmering luster. A complicated phantom tickled at his mind with the similarity to another; only where this one wore disconnected warmth and a relaxed allure to her the other worn stern separated coldness. So many similar line flowed from these two and yet a third pricked at the edges; refused to be lost. The curves were of course not to the same degree as Lavinya’s but the flash of beautiful white that lit her face was far more similar then he would have been comfortable to admit. It was turning out that this one held far more tricks then met the eye and still no name. Where Sirayn had taught him degree’s of Daes Dae’mar, Lavinya had taught him ways a woman could confuse a man’s mind. He was not going to fall to either this time … he hoped.

The equaled change in directions; her ease at continuing the line of question removed from her previous course was fitting of a player and he admired her skill briefly. Lead to wonder if any in the tower did not practice the trade. Would life always hold this for him; always on guard with word and thought. â€but few Tower Guards show their discontent to an Aes Sedai. Is the morale well among you?" Then again he would miss it greatly now if it were to stop. Sirayn had addicted him to a drug and he was fully it’s slave now; forever would be. “The guard increases in ranks almost daily Aes Sedai, though we still loose several of our best to your sisters each year.†His eyes flashed questioningly for a moment toward her; let the space run out for a moment. Even in this setting, to give a less then appealing answer to the guards health would be disrespectful to the Mistress Of Trainees and the Commander. It was their place alone to inform on what they were charged too, not his.

When she made no indication of answering the underlying notation he shifted his stance and set his weight to one foot and his hands to rest on the pommel of his sword. “As for morale I believe we fair well, the young as always come with the glint of stars and grand adventure in their eyes. But it takes not more then the first year to settle that into the reality that we live in. From there we can create the tools you will need come that day and the day’s leading up to it. But until they have been in the yard a few years most remain cautious around the sisters least they offend a future employer.†His eyes cut back to the moon still low on the horizon; a blood red warning. “If we can keep the novice from the yard and the boys minds on their tasks and trainings they will serve well when called upon. Sometimes field training outside the walls can help with that; others …†he shrugged briefly with a slight sigh. “others need a firm hand and a hard schedule to bring their mind to heel. A problem that will always be for both I imagine.†The recent events surrounding that late night trip to the infirmary with one of his own still gnawed at him slightly. But he had already begun to sort out who this Teigan was and to what level they had become involved.

Now if he could just get a name out of this one he might be able to add to his background knowledge. Why is it Aes Sedai believe themselves above common curtsies? But then Corin was not foolish enough to enlighten this nights guest on the wall to that. At one time during his youth he might have; but that foolishness had been carefully carved away now. What had that small smile meant when she had talked of their Head; of Sirayn? Did she know something? No Sirayn would not have spoken of the cabin; what was wrapped up in that simple smile? “You have dedication equal to that of a guard Aes Sedai, when it comes to battle. Even the newest of guards will flock to the call of a dedicated and unwavering commander.†He glanced along the wall, once more checking the guard’s posted just within eyes sight but still for the most out of hearing distance. “Duty ever abounds us; has become entwined and a part of us would you not agree?â€

“What do you want from me, Corin Danveer?†For the first time since their meeting began, found himself against a harder nut to crack then he had expected, Corin felt a brief yet welcome wave of relief. If the reprieve was only brief it was greatly welcome; the words from her lips a small success and the opening of a door. She had been far more trouble and challenge then he pegged her to be at first glance; a lesson he would not forget. But she was far from in his pocket yet; to much fire flashed in those eyes. He would have to still tread lightly until the shackles were firmly closed around her. Faile’s next words proved that as inside a rage began to boil; the desire to beat this snotty brat back down into a proper respect for authority grew. Meditation exercise from the void’s study and his chosen path helped him keep the emotion bottled inside; slid away from thought and focus like water over glass. You will go far little one once you reach the shawl. But until then you will be mine and I will ensure you are repaid for that remark. There was little doubt in his mind that she would become Aes Sedai in the future. A useful tool for Sirayn if her independent spirit can be properly broken and she was brought to heel.

The skitter of small rubbish moving to the guiding hand of a light breeze was the only sound; the only movement around them as time stretched out. Both held eyes lock as if trying to find a fissure in the other to exploit. If she had know the ease in a strike to his heart and the situation surrounding it’s tender and battered surface she would have been free long ago. But to that Corin had been sure to build very thick walls around. If she believed it for glory, appreciation, of honor all the better. It would help keep her from the truth a place Corin would allow no one to find. His eyes flashed fiery for the space of a heartbeat before he could school them back to emotionless mirrors at her sarcastic apology. “It is not what I want of you little one,†he spun on heel and continued up the alleyway toward an opening leaving his back to her as he sought his next volley.

Arriving just short of the pool of light spilling into the alley from the street beyond he stopped and faced her once more. A tall building to one side keep their view of the surround masked and cast a deep shadow over the area they now stood. “The question you should ask is what do they want of you.†He sat wrapped deep in the void now; cold empty eyes regarded her. “Many things happen in this world for reasons best left to those that have a direct hand in there purpose. I’m sure even a simple novice girl like your self can see that larger games are being played out before us and to that end the sisters and the Dragon must reach Tarmon Gai’don if there is to be any hope. You have an opportunity to help keep the balance.†He folded his arms across his chest and felt the reassuring pressure of the letter in his pocket. The safety net he truly did not wish to have to use. “Though if you are foolish enough to believe it is I that truly want something from you then I do not understand what they see in you. Consider me a … handler of sorts. In the end we all serve for the same reason; the journey we take is all that differentiate us one from another.â€

His hand rose to stroke his chin as he looked almost down on her; if studying her worth for a part in the elaborate story he was spinning out before her. “Those truly dedicated to the Creator and the vanquish of darkness back behind the seals are needed. Someone believes you to be one of these people. Are you? Could you be trusted with the lives of others?â€

â€The rest I will leave to gentler hands than mine.†Corin tipped his head again in acknowledgement of her words. She had conveniently avoided releasing her name to him yet again in the Aes Sedai almighty way. In a way he was not surprised as she had already began to set off the warning bells in his head. She was not as simple as she seemed; the avoidance for him cemented that thought. But who she was and her affiliation had remained a mystery until that last. Finally a solid crumb he could work with. He now knew for certain she was of the Green; but that unto itself was a concern. Did she have any affiliation with Sirayn? Had Sirayn sent her to check up on him? The closeness of the eyes and her ease at skirting things had already put him on guard more then he would normally. I seriously doubt my dear that you truly leave the rest to gentler hands. A green you maybe but there is more to you then you wish to present. Let us see what else we can find; shall we dance?

"And yet you surprise me, a man of the sword asking those sort of questions. Are you a student of philosophy, or do you perhaps play at greater things?" The blow she delicately leveled at him next stunned him at first causing him to berated himself fiercely. Caught off guard slightly Corin kept it from finding his face; not allowing her to see outwardly the strike she had landed. How had he been so complacent as to tip his hand like that; he had not expected this to be an exchange of such caliber. Had not expected anything beyond perhaps a notice of his presence as she swept past but that was long behind him now. He took the moment to adjust the sword belted at his hip and change his stance to a more relaxed appearance in an effort to buy himself sometime to craft an exit from the corner he now found himself in. “Thank-you Aes Sedai, but you honor me more then I deserve,“ he set a small some what sheepish smile to his face. “I have done some reading, the Tower library is quite amazing, but I would hardly call myself a student of philosophy. As for playing; we all play at some kind of game. The Aes Sedai and the noble class have the … I believe it is call The Great Game of Houses. The rest of us try our hand at simple mind games in hopes of wining a girls hand or perhaps a game of cards.â€

Caution was a large friend he needed to heed with this Green. But at the same time she offered a possible chance at a grain of information. He had been isolated from Sirayn so long now and what information he had been able to collect from the eyes he had set on her had been minimal to date at best. Here was member of her own Ahja; but that was the problem. Prying information from an Aes Sedai was no easy task, more so if you were attempting to do it covertly. “The Battle Ahja is a strong proud association that we are pleased to have at our side when the Great Battle comes. I look forward to working with you and your sisters on that day. But I am a warrior and as such numbers mean life to me. I mean no offence Aes Sedai, but I do pray that your numbers increase before that time and your head remains strong.â€

"Do you really?" The words were simple ones; three nondescript words of general meaning delivered and a plain an simple fashion. Nothing really to worry over, no indication to a common person that they could be anything more then that presented at face value. But it was that simple delivery; that lack of any hidden meaning or sharp barb that drew Corin’s focus sharp. From anyone else the words and tone would have probably meant nothing. But from an Aes Sedai; lack and simple was a flag he watched for with great caution. In the hands of Aes Sedai those traits where a well honed tool that they worked with a surgeons precision to carve out the information they sought.

“Not all are capable or willing to go the distance to wear the Red cloak of the guard that is true. Even some that wear the cloak may have reservations at times. But rest assured Aes Sedai each and everyone will give their lives in servitude,†his head bent slightly in affirmation to his words. Many had already paid that price and many many more would before the Wheel was done with this age. It was a way that had begun in an age before; would continue in the age to come. As with all; it had become the norm for him now. He studied her eyes; ice blue and void of any indication beyond simple pleasant politeness. The windows to her soul reflected back his image and reminded him of her station and the training that came with it. The eerie closeness to at certain pair of grey eyes that haunted his mind sent pinpricks up his spine adding new worries to an already troubled mind.

What would this one want of him; of his brethren in arms. They always wanted something; purpose hidden in mystery wrapped in pleasantries. At times he almost thought it would be easier to just give in and let the Towers currents take him as they saw fit. Perhaps Rosheen had the right way of it; he was certain the simple bewilderment that portrayed the tall mohawked women was a front of some kind. Surely it help keep her from the whims and purposes of these creatures and their games; avoid the entanglements he already found himself deeply ensconced in. “As for protection from prejudice,†his eyes swept to the great serpent ring adorning her hand. “Though we are one in the same, dedicated to both the tower and the Aes Sedai; unless chosen to be Gaidin. I find the mind that accepts such rulings and thoughts without proper merit or research is usually lacking in other departments as well. It seems we are both bound to certain stigma’s that will out live our time here in the world.â€

Again Corin could not shake the feeling that Aes Sedai, though all things pointed against it, could read minds and this one here was skimming though him like a librarian testing a new books worth. Regardless of her true objective she had peaked a curiosity in him; perhaps the closeness of her eyes to another’s or just the offered chance to maybe forget present turmoil’s and haunts for a chance at a fresh game. “But then I’m sure your sisters would understand that far more then myself. They have had life times of prejudice to overcome, and my time will be done long before you see an end to that prejudice I’m afraid. Even in the walls of the most protected places that little seed of the Dark One finds fertile ground to grow in unfortunately.†Delivery of a question to an Aes Sedai was always a very careful and crafted art if one did not wish to find themselves on the wrong side of the imaginary line that set their minds on the belief they were above questions. “Do you suppose these prejudice thoughts will end after the Great Battle or only be replaced perhaps by new ones Aes Sedai …†He tilted his head to the side a touch as he left the sentence hang open between them to see if she might offer her name to him.