I have invaded the Black Tower! :D :D

Hello all nice to be here ^_^

as soon as I get a character, it's on! :twisted:

I sent in a bio for the BT, just waiting to see if it gets approved, but I'd be happily active if you wanted to RP after my bio goes through approval :D

Rhia smiled as the woman began to speak of food. Obviously she liked the subject, and Rhia did enjoy eating well. It took Rhia a moment when the woman finished to realize she had said nothing of herbs. So another day in this blasted port. She would have to go find one of these, Wise Women, she had heard rumor of, supposedly they knew the most about herbs.

Looking around the room once more, Rhia noted the dark man leaving the upper floor of the establishment and walking across the common room. She smiled dubiously. The man was her Sailsmitress' Cargomaster. The man undoubtedly just met someone upstairs for much the same reason Rhia now sat here. He was a quick one, if the case was such. Maybe it would save them time leaving port with the early tides. And might as well wish land was wet for hoping to do anything quickly. The shorebound were notoriously slow and lazy.

Rhia noticed the slight blurring of edges in her vision, the table's edge seemed to fade into floorboards, and the wine pitcher was fuzzy with it's dimly reflective surface. She was a small bit intoxicated, she admitted , a very small bit. Smiling at the other woman Rhia began to stand.

"If it pleases the Light, we may go to the ship now and you may see what it is you wish. I don't know that I can sit in this common room anymore." Rhia mentally noted that only two pitchers of wine had been required. Very good stuff then. Smiling at the serving woman as she left Rhia noticed her bowing still as she turned to go. Very strange people.

Rhia waited on Dilora to ready herself and go get her animal. While waiting Rhia walked out to the front of the inn, and into a throng of dockmen, sailors, and the other rough lot that this side of the city seemed to attract. Men walked up and down the street carrying boxes of goods or barrows full of some crated goods. Rhia saw fresh fish in one barrel of pickling juices. She stopped to inspect the fish for a moment before deciding they were already being robbed of any fresh ocean taste.

Turning she watched as Dilora came around the corner of the inn, through a gate that was cleverly designed to appear a place of wall from the outside. The horse and wagon were her home, but Rhia could hardly believe anyone so friendly with such a beast.

Rhia smiled as the other woman spoke. She tried hard to hide the fact that she had no clue where the Two River's was, or Baerlon beyond the fact it was on the Andorian border to Arad Doman.

However to say she did not know where they were, was far from saying she knew nothing about them. She did put names to the goods the Cargomaster carried, and there were caskets of good Two River's tabac in the hulls of the ship now. Baerlon though, she was unsure if she had ever heard anything of fine quality from the place, another town among many that the "shorebound put so much interest in.

To say the news was bland was an understatement, but the woman had said she had just chosen her profession, she was knew and just starting out in the world. Rhia was much the same, starting out with knew responsibilities and ship's duties. There was a kinship that Rhia felt with the other woman, a since of sameness that allowed her to be easy around her.

"I would be interested in any spices you might have, spices for fish mind, not that...other meat. Also, would you happen to know anything about herbs? If not it's fine, I will find one of these, Wise Women, to give me something to take back for my Sailsmistress."

Rhia paused and took a drink of wine that was rather long and smiled as she sat the empty cup back on the table. She would not touch it again. The room around her seemed to want to tilt with a familiar motion she felt at sea. Being at land like this wasn't so bad, not when she didn't think of the open water, expecially when the room around you gave feeling to the fact that you were indeed on a boat.

"You want to see the hull of the ship?" Rhia laughed and looked ruefully at the other woman, why would someone only wish to see the inside of his walls, what cargo was down there maybe? No, she did trust the woman for some unknown reason Too her it made no sense, but of course the shorebound were never said to make good sense. It took only moments before added casually, " Very well but the beauty of his riggings and decking is only appreciated properly when you you are sailing the ocean swells beyond the sight of land. But if you would like to see a ship, if it pleases the Light, I do invite you onto mine." Speaking as Sailmistress seemed to have a secret advantage in it, she could give the Gift if pressed for it here. One feather among a shower of needles. Spiny needles.

Suddenly remembering the beast that companioned the woman Rhia spoke rahter timidly, she did not want to hurt her new friend's feelings but that....horse would not come anywhere near her, much less the ship.

"Your animal will have to stay ashore, I can have a deckhand watch him for you while we are aboard?"

Hello hello!

So, I want Nephuria to learn the weave for Traveling. I would like to teach her this in a RP, which of course means I need an Aes Sedai to learn it from!

Anyone who wears the Shawl and knows the weave is welcome :) Nephuria sees Aes Sedai as equals, so if you want someone bowing and scrapping for your Aes Sedai, she probably wouldn't fair well for this particular RP.

Anyway, Sister or Sister's let me know if you would be willing to help me out :)

*snuggles*

Nephuria is about and would be happy to meet with another Wise One :) PM me if you want :D

Rhia realized with a small surprise that her cup was empty once more. She needed to watch how much she was drinking, getting drunk to early could make for a fogged head later, when you needed your wits for the trade.

Pouring another cup of wine, Rhia purposefully left the cup sitting on the table as she spoke to the other woman. She spread her arms wide, as if an open book, "Me, there is nothing to tell really, I sail the sea on the deck's of my Sailsmistress, and when she happens to be left unable to come ashore, I come to fill her place. As is why I am sitting here before you."

Rhia tilted her cup back and took another small sip, well maybe not so small. She nearly choked when she realized she had picked the cup back up without thought. Placing the cup a little farther from herself on the table she shook her head slightly. A mistake she knew as soon as she did it. The jewelry on her nose chain glittered in the light of the lamps, swaying with the motion of her head, and her eyesight became fuzzy. For a moment she felt as if the inn were spinnning around her. She caught her equilibrium in time to stop from swaying off of her seat.

Smiling she laughed easily, "I do need to take my time with this wine, it is stronger than it tastes. Would you care to try a cup?" Rhia motioned with her hand to the pitcher, offering the woman to pour herself a glass.

Smiling, Rhia picked up her cup and took a sip, peering over the rim. She felt a warmth in her middle, a calming reassurance that everything would be okay. The feeling only alcohol could produce. Rhia slowed down with her sips, but she was beginning to become quite happily intoxicated. "Where is it you come from Dilora Fashelle, what news do you have?"

Nephuria was quiet in the sweat tent, enjoying the normal banter that made the sweat tent so much more than just a place to come clean, it was a place to forget that outside these canvas walls there was no hard baked clay, no Sept or Hold anywhere near. The wetlands deserved there name, water fell from the sky! Still, it was nice to feel something normal among so much change.

Working the staera over the muscles of her upper arm, Nephuria tilted her head to peer at the woman next to her as she spoke.

“I see you, Wise One. May you always find water and shade. My name is Caliendhra, of the Jumai Sept of the Taardad Aiel.” The staera moved down over one muscled arm and down the slight curves of her midriff, removing more of the days grime. “May I ask what news there is of home in these Wetlands?”

Nephuria very much wanted to sigh, news of home had been decreasing as the number of Aiel who crossed the Dragonwall had now begun to dwindle. Those who wished to come, had massed over the wall, those who wished to stay behind were carrying on much as they would had the world not been falling apart around them. The only way news was shared was through the Dream, and only things deemed important enough to call such meetings.

"I see you Caliendhra. May you always find water and shade. I am Nephuria," a Wise One's sept and clan mattered minimally, Wise One's were Wise One's no matter where you went. Grudgingly she amended, the Shaido Wise One's were in violation of ji'eh'toh in more ways than she could count of fingers and toes, perhaps they were no longer Wise One's. Not the first time her mind had followed these thoughtlines.

"The news from the Three-Fold Land is much the same as always, skirmishes over water, grazing sites, new Hold's. Life is much the same as it has always been, the Aiel are hardy, they will endure." Nephuria watched the other Aiel in the tent without appearing to, more than one had heard the question. The Wise One's were weary to speak to fondly of there lost home, the Bleakness still took some, and word of home would only make the pains more evident.

Laughing at the remarks flying around the tent Nephuria smiled for Caliendhra, "Tell me, Caliendhra, what are your feelings on our station here? Now that the city is taken I mean." Nephuria suddenly watched the woman closely, if this woman felt a way, it was likely the same for many of her spear sisters. Nephuria still felt a warmth for the Maiden's she had been forced to leave for the responsibility of a Wise One, and her smile for the woman before her was genuine approval and friendly.

Rhia watched over a goblet of wine as the peddler ordered a drink from the Innkeeper, smiling and talking. With a small smile on her lips she greeted the woman as the approached the table.

The woman was attractive, and she carried a fresh scent. Her long brown wair was brushed and glistened cleanly in the lamplight of the room. Rhia liked the ivory skin that seemed so common among these people, it was exotic in a way that she found becoming. She was trim of build, but had the look of quickness about her. So, she thought, at least she seems nice enough"If it pleases the Light, you may sit down and drink with me?" Pleasant tones, she was only brisk when it came with men, Rhia made the statement sound more a suggestion.

As the woman seated herself at the table, Rhia took a moment to sip her wine. Peddlers were a well of information, and in times like these it paid to know news of events among the Shorebound, as boring as it was to have to study the affairs of a people she cared nothing about past the docks of there harbors. Still she was respectful in all her motions, everything had to be calming to make for the best trades, no one expected such a mild mannered person to trade so vigorously.

Rhia picked the scent box from around her neck up without thought and sniffed it deeply. She longed to be back on the sea. She refilled her wine cup, had she drank all that?, and watched a young woman bring another mug of ale for the table, apparently she really did mean to watch Rhia's table all night.

Looking past the woman Rhia saw a man walk in, average of hight and nothing on him to stand him out from any crowd, but there was something about him. He moved up the stairs in the back and was gone, Rhia turned her study back to the woman before her with a smile. Picking up her cup and took a deep drink, feeling the tightness behind her eyes ease a small bit.

Rhia sat down her cup and spoke casually. "I am Rhia Alior Din Twinwaves, Windfinder to Siorea Cal Rien Long Eyes, Sailsmistress of the ship Wavedancer, by the Light I am pleased to meet you." smiling she waited for the other woman to introduce herself. It was much the same as a dance, as complicated as any shea dancer had ever wriggled through.

Rhia knew that no traders would come aboard the ship unless they met her elsewhere first. How else could they know what goods she had brought to take interest unless she walked among them and attracted there attentions. Still it was a loathsome thing walking off of the ship deck and feeling the hard planks beneath her bare feet.

She no more noticed the swaying motion of her hips that was customary in finding an equilibrium on the sea, than she noticed the golden medallions and thin chain connecting her nose ring to her ear ring. That was not to say others did not notice, far from it. Most of the more sea salty appearing men took her in with leering smiles. They knew the appearance of the Atha'an Miere on sight, and doubly the fool, they thought she was wanting to attract there fancies. That slow ache that she know so well began to rise in her breast. She could feel to stoney ground beneath her, and it never moved! Quietly she added another tick to the already forming list of disgruntlements since docking.

Rhia walked past a female merchant and her horse, she seemed to be speaking to the beast! Horses were dangerous animals, you would never see her so near one. Some Mainlanders had little more since than a stuck flounder. The scent of the sea was still strong on the coastline, but Rhia raised the gilded scent box on her neck to her nose with a grimace, it was something she did sometimes to calm her nerves.

Cursing, a fat balding man in shirtsleeves and breeches rolled to his knees, nearly bumped into her and reflexively she'd shoved him back. Unfortunately the man tipped off balance and fell into the choppy shoal waters. Rhia laughed expectantly,but the man began shouting curses and swimming for shore of all things! Did these people truly enjoy the sea that was there livelihood so little?

Dismissing the few odd stares some gave her, she walked towards one of the only Inns that she knew in the city. There were only three the Sailsmistress would visit here, and Rhia had only been to one of them, so to the Sailor's Harbor it was she ventured. The walk was not a long one but by the time Rhia found a sign of a woman with the lower half of her body as a fish tail sitting on an island hanging above the door of a large three storied inn, she was ready to have a seat.

Walking into the common room Rhia walked past the doorman, a large fellow who looked as if he had come out on the losing side of more than one fight, and looked at the common room. There were perhaps ten people in the room aside from the innkeeper's wenches and the innkeeper herself. Rhia smiled for the woman as she came from behind the nicely polished bar to bow in that odd way to Rhia.

"If you will allow me to seat you?" the woman's voice was pleasant enough and Rhia simply smiled and dipped her head slightly as a reply and followed the woman to a table in the back of the room, close to the large white gray veined marble fireplace. There was a warm blaze in the hearth but Rhia sat in front of it despite the heat. She wanted to see those who approached her before they were on her back, these were not the Isles.

The woman, Failriel Asnuai, bowed again once Rhia was seated, if she kept up with all that bowing she was going to fall out of that dress, Rhia was sure. Smiling Rhia tried to make her voice something more than sulky, she hated being sulky as much as she did being here, it fed to a slow boirling anger, and she had to take a moment to keep a smile on her face.

Asking for a pitcher of her best wine, a sweet one mind none of that tart grape alcohol that these people seemed to favor, the woman walked back towards the kitchens. Rhia took a moment to study the room around her. The Inn was well established, if not richly adorned. The walls were painted in the style of wooden planks, like one would see in the hull of a boat, the art was so good that Rhia found a small pleasure among all the discomfort. All of the shining brandished lamps were in the style of those carried on a ship, built to withstand waves and motion, they were safely protected in metal barring. The stairs at the other end of the room appeared a walkway to an upper deck. The whole illusion was set of by serving maids wearing sea britches and short shirts with low cut necks. The Innkeeper herself looked a true sea hag, if a pretty one.

The wine reached the table and Rhia poured her own glass, and tasting it she found pleasingly enough, it was peach wine. She gave the woman the coin for the pitcher and enough to see it refilled if need be, Rhia told her she could keep whatever was left, and even it she drank five pitchers, there was still enough there for a healthy tip. More likely, the maid knew as well as Rhia, one pitcher, maybe two and she would leave this inn and go back to her ship.

The woman smiled and bowed twice as lowly as before, murmuring that she would see to it personally, the woman bowed again as she walked away! These people were very strange indeed. Looking up Rhia noticed a woman coming in the door. That peddler that had been outside talking to her horse. Rhia smiled at the remembrance of the fool man's face as he went into the water, and took a deep drink of wine.

Rhia stood the deck of the raker that sped toward the mainland with impossible speed. The mainland was still a sliver on the horison, but already Rhia could feel frustration starting. Being docked for days at a time waiting for the Cargomaster to fill the hulls with more goods was a necessary task, as necessary as she herself was to the guiding of the craft below her, but it was still time away from the open seas, away from the freedom that she had learned to love and take for given. At sea there was no one to order you but those on your ship, it made for a tight knit crew, but losing that freedom, that right to self-reign, always chaffed until returned with there departure to the open waters.

Rhia stood alone on the deck. Deckhands and sailors alike ran along the deck and worked the ropes and sails, but she stood alone, separate from them. They knew by now when Rhia Wove the Winds, and few men were willing to bother her as she did her task.

Saidar was the glory of the Sea, of life, emitted from every pore, every fiber that was her being. The feeling was so that she wanted to lose herself in it, to hold as much as she could draw. If that were not a sure way to find yourself dead or unable to any longer Call the Winds or weave the currents, the thought of which was enough in itself to stop her from overdrawing on the Power. Still, it did not diminish it's sweetness.

The Sailsmistress lay below deck, her eyes red and puffy and her chest filled with mucus that she coughed and choked on constantly. As soon as the woman had taken sick she had secluded herself below deck until the sickness passed. They could not risk disease spreading among the crewmen, a ship left only so much room to escape sickness, and the more people sick, the less room to stay safely. Rhia was the only one allowed to see the Sailsmistress, it was known those who could Call the Winds did not catch sickness like normal people, and Rhia did not like the idea of the Sailsmistress stuck alone below deck all day and night. Three days she had been there so far, and by the look of things she would be there throughout there stay in Bandar Eban.

Rhia wore a sea green silk blouse, with matching pantaloons and a yellow sash tied around her waste, already prepared for docking. As soon as land had shown it's first sliver on the horizon she had donned her top and begun setting coarse. The docks of the harbor were ow clear to her eyes, Bandar Eban rearing up around the port was a thriving trade city, and the noise of it reached all the way to the ship's deck as they entered the bay.

Rhia stopped her weaving well short of land, as they passed into the bay she released the Source and allowed her weaves to dissipate. Now long oars were being lowered into the water to deftly maneuver the ship into position at the end of one long wooden dock.

Workmen on the docks tossed heavy ropes to the ship so they could tie themselves off to insure the ship would not move, and the sounds of the dock men filled the air. So much for the peaceful sound of waves lapping at the hull. The gangplank was lowered to allow a man with a clipboard, who was already coming up the dock from somewhere in the hardor, to come aboard. Rhia nearly laughed at the frustration on the man's face. Clearly he had dealt with the Cargomaster of this ship before. Sure enough Farlin appeared on deck with his sword behind his sash, his bare chest glistening faintly. He met the man with a small grin and the two went below deck, Farlin talking the whole way.

Rhia sighed inwardly, with the Sailsmitress sick it fell to her to take on the duty's that she normal took no part in. Any trading done in the port would have to be done by her, and she was not sure how she felt about that. Her Sailsmistress was still new to her, only two years on her decks did not make for very deep connections, not yet, and if she misstepped even a hair it might ruin any chances she had at getting on with the other woman.

Nephuria walked the streets of Caemlyn, the city itself was ill suited to her and she could not wait to get back. She had gone to see a man about herbs at his home, and it was there in a house large enough to hold three times as many people as lived in it she now found herself. The wetlander gai'shan, not not gai'shan, they were servantsshe reminded herself, wetlander's had no honor but she still did not see how anyone could disgrace themselves so.

She had rushed to get done there, giving him only half her mind. He turned out to have what she wanted, and was a horrible one for trading with what he was sure to see an Aiel savage. He had sold her what she wanted for half of what she had been willing to pay. Half! These wetlander's truly were slow.

Walking down the crowded street, she was somehow given a bubble of space that allowed her to travel unhindered through the small people of this land. Treekillers. Loathsome people, she would not return to this city. It stank of filth and was full to the top with filthy beggars and people who coward before a glance, never mind a sneer. They were weak, all of them.

Stopping herself from getting angry was no easy task but with the quick pace she set she was able to clear her mind as she reached the wallssurrounding the city. The Guard at the gate glanced at her, but nothing more. In her white blouse and heavy skirt, her hair wrapped in her kerchief she was the picturesque Wise One, and they knew enough to not spit as she paced.

Once among the tents, Nephuria finally felt muscles in her back ease, funny, she had not noticed tensing them. Walking to her tent took still longer, but her legs were still strong and she did like to feel the air as the sun set. It was the only time in the Three-fold Land when the weather was perfect, warmth from the sun still seeped from the hard baked clay as the night's cool breath slowly leached it away into darkness. She smiled slowly for the memory, and felt a twinge of pain at the loss. Perhaps she would see her homeland again before she died.

At her tent Nephuria removed her clothing and slipped a simple robe over her naked body. She could feel days of exhaustion leech her bones, and she ached for sleep she knew she would not get. Tonight she was to walk the Dream,the Wise One's had told her of the meeting in her dreams the night past, and she did not look forward to any more bad news.

The gai'shan in her tent immediatly took the discarded clothing away and another offered her a cup of cool water. Nephuria took the cup and drank heavily, thirst was not in it, but she liked to have a drink first thing when she returned to her tent. An old habit.

Leaving the tent and the gai'shan to cleaning her garments and beating woven rugs on a rope tied between two poles behind her tent, she headed for the sweat tent. Once outside the tent she folded her robe and laid it beside the tent entrance and cracked the flap to walk in.

Warm damp air hit her square in the face so that it felt smoldering and heavy. The dampness gave a welcomed warmth provided by the hot coals in the center of the tent, where a woman sat spooning water onto a pile of hot rocks to produce the cleaning haze.

Her ears caught the last bit of banter between two of the people already seated in the tent and she smiled and laughed easily. Taking a seat to the left of the woman who had spoken, Nephuria had a scraper in hand and was already cleaning one of her shoulders. She looked at Cor openly, he was an impressive man, if young yet. Nephuria was one to meddle and the man obviously needed a woman's firm hand. She thought she might know someone who could keep the man's hide at least half hole, she was sure he would turn to mist every time she came around if he learned what she wanted.