"One person cannot improve the world alone: join the rest of us.”

Syrien raised an eyebrow at the whiteclad girl. Funny how those words stuck out for the rest. Could they know she served the Dark Wonderful Lord? No, surely not, the mere child was a light blinded pest who would never know true power.

"I never said I wanted to change the world. I merely think this is a waste of time."

OOC: :twisted:

Syrien slipped to a corner seat away from the other women. She had no feelings of kindredship with these light dazzled fools. The fact that she was a “white cloak” and a wilder had dissuaded the novices from being overly friendly, which suited Syrien just fine.

As a brown headed novice gave her opinion about the Breaking, a wild thought popped into her head. When the woman finished her statement, Syrien spoke up. “Mmmm, I agree. However I also think that the Aes Sedai haven’t tried to convince the people different. The White Tower like the nations fearful respect. Why discuss the Aes Sedai reputation when we'll never try to change it?” Her question floated in the silent room.

Startling enough, Syrien had a free day today. No pre-assigned chores or classes on this lovely morn. It was a misty, foggy scene outside. Syrien loved dreary days, even more so since she began serving the Dark Lord. And while she would have preferred to go outside, she had plans to scout the Tower. Even after the couple of weeks she had lived here, Syrien became hopelessly loss while navigating the web of corridors.

Syrien’s roommates had kindly informed her that most Aes Sedai would not stop a novice that looked extremely busy. She used that tip quite well, striding along with a concentrating look on her face. While this act kept the witches from bothering her, the fast pace left Syrien even more confused. She hoped she could find her room again.

Peeking around two gigantic doors, she stumbled into the library. In awe she stood gaping at the huge room, bursting with books. This room had a sense of timelessness, which disturbed Syrien. She didn’t know why. Thoughts of how her life had changed since she had left Amadicia filled her head. She had time in her and so did the witches, even with their long lives. Everything should have a time.

Someone tapped her shoulder. Turning around, Syrien cursed her luck. The very moment she forgot to look preoccupied, the witches bounced. While the Accepted explained the chore, Syrien’s thoughts drifted back to being timeless. Her uneasiness must have shown on her face, because the Accepted looked at her strangely. Controlling her face, Syrien nodded, curtsied, and began searching for the corner the Accepted had described.

As Syrien cleaned the books “page by page” as the light cursed Accepted had commanded, she realized the old, moldy tomes might contain a mention of the Dark Lord. A wild grin stretched her mouth. She wiped the mold off quickly, scanning the pages for her master’s name. Nothing, all these books and not a word. Disappointment filled her. When would she learn more about her powerful, terrifying master? Running her grimy hands over her dress, Syrien went to find the Accepted. Her now gray dress, and dust streaked hair caught the disapproving eyes of the Aes Sedai.