The slight breeze picked up the strands of her dark black hair and tossed them into her line of vision. Mahima pushed them behind her ears as she stepped onto of the boardwalk and into the filth that was Illian. Her sea blue eyes scanned the street around her, peering through the throng of people. Not a single clearing for fresh air. Mahima's small form slid through the crowd, and finally saw an opening and dashed inside. It was an inn, filled but not overly crowded, much more to Mahima's liking than the mass of people on the other side of the door. She moved to a corner and took a seat, taking a deep breath of relief.

OOC: I'm just wondering how she will do that if your character didn't drink any wine. ??? I have nothing against my character getting into trouble. I just don't remeber any weaving which would serve that purpose from the books.

Kirsa smiled back a Sial before sending a wave at the other girls. The domani quickly used what had been taught to her by her friends back home, to make a quick but silent retreat back to her room, by using the shadows to their fullest advantage.

Kirsa felt movement near her and saw a girl moving owards the door in a careful manner. Something was wrong, she could feel it. Kirsa froze, realizing the Accepted was gone.

"We should go. The Accepted is gone," Kirs asaid before following her own advice and moving deftly towards the door.

When Kirsa heard the other novice say several dares, she couldn't help but laugh. Thye were beautifully perfect. She almost laughed harder when she saw Sial turn red, but she restrained it thinking it would have been mean to do so.

Kirsa smiled at Miya's words. It was going almost exactly as it had durring the other party she had met Sial.

"I'll join in," said Kirsa.

"I'm Kirsa Mansoor, and it's great to meet you both," she said her smile large and pretty.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a novice she had me what seemed such a short time ago. She turned around her smile only growing larger and perkier. All she could remember fo this girl was that she had tried to trip Kirsa up, but Kirsa, who liked to think the best of everyone, thought the girl might just be insecure.

"Sial," she called over to the small Carihien and waving her hand, as she glided over to the older girl.

"You should come join us, the more the livlier," she said motioning to the small group of three behind her.

Kirsa walked smoothly down the hall ways of the tower, looking like she belonged there and had something very impolrant to do. Once she reached the abandoned coridor her pace slowed and she began to get nervouse. She didn't really want to get in trouble, but she was absolutley tired of doing chores and following the orders that everyone gave her. She was fine with following orders, she just couldn't deal with it being aver moment of every day. It wasn't like it had been her choice to go to the tower in the first place.

She glided up to the door and gently tapped, but before anyone could let her in themselves, she slid inside and looked around. It wasn't exactly what she would call exciting. The only people that acctually seemd to partying were three girls in the center and one seemed drunk. She glided her way over to them.

"Do you mind if I join you? You three seem to be the only people acctually having fun here," she said once she reached them. Her voice a stroking purr as usual.

She had put her long black hair up into a bun held by to decorated sticks, as had become her habit. Her posture was perfect yet seemed to be seductive, the way her mother had taught her. Kirsa looked like the Domani woman she had been taught to be like.

Jena sent Raylin a reproachful glance. She was open to the other woman learning how to use the bow but Jatashe seemed like the kind of person that needed personal protection.

"Dunno about that, knives are much better for front and personal protection, but I guess the bow is useful enough," she said with a shrug.

Welcome! :D

Jena's eyebrows drew together. What did she mean not the right clothes? Then it hit her, the skirt. The problem was, why don't you fight in it?

"Don't you wear that usually? Then, why don't you learn how to fight in it?" she asked.

"If you feel uncomfortable, I could always change really quickly into a dress if your willing to wait," she added with a second thought.

Can I still join the party? Kirsa has been quiet lately and I would love to rp with her again. :)

I will join you guys on the Sundancer. Mahima was in need of a ship anyway. ;) You now have a deckhand to push around to your heart's content. :D

Jena smiled sweetly up at Raylin when she arrived but soon turned her attention back to the woman before her. At the menntion of some training Jena could feel her ears perking forward.

"What can you do?" she asked instantly interested.

"Let's move into the practice ring before you show me anything though," she added with a quick double-take on her words.

Jena nodded, as the other woman spoke until she said she had never been trained. Jena had never really been trained except through experience and a couple pointers from her brother. She eyed the blonde woman once more and decided that the woman didn't know how to defend herself. This confused Jena to no end having lived in a world where if you didn't know how to survive a fight you died, quickly.

"How do you defend yourself then, if you don't know how to fight?" Jena asked with her brows drawn together in confusion.

It made no sense at all. Then a crazy idea entered her head. She could teach the woman. Back in the Rahad that would have been unreasonable, but if the woman was part of the Band that meant that if she didn't know how to fight that could mean Jena's life.

"I could teach you if you want?" she added reluctantly at the thought of someone elses incopetency bringing about her own death.

"I'm part of the Scouts," Jena said with a proud smile.

"So what are you going to do today, watch or practice?" she added deciding that she probably should add to the conversation, it would be rude not to. Jena was rarely rude knowing it could get her into trouble.

We made it open so come join us!

"Carhain? Oh yes, he was the guy that brought us to the place where we could sign up. He was really quite depressed that neither Raylin nor I were joining the calvary," she said a small smile at the memory.

"Tis my pleasure to meet you. I am Jendaya Abendroth at your service," she replied with a small bow and a flourish with her hat.

"But please call me Jena," she added as she straightened from her bow. She had a small little smile on her face that showed that she was being truthful.

Jena looked up in surprise as a woman walked up to her. She eyed the woman, shecking that there was no danger there and relaxed.

"I think a bit of both for today," she replied, looking back over the field as soldiers, mostly men, moved in an intricate dance that Jena had seen often enough before, but no one died in this one. There was no dead body with the person's life blood soaking to the ground around him or her. The Rahad was a place where you learned just how thin the line between life and death really were, all too young.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long, I just couldn't get my self inspired enough to do one that was even worth reading. :-[

IC: Kirsa entered the gardens, nervous of what was to come, remembering her last experience with weaving. She found her mentor sitting alone and reading. Kirsa looked up at the sky and guessed she was on time. She gently tapped her mentor on the shoulder, and caused Veria to jump. Kirsa blushed a little for disturbing her mentor before falling into a perfect curtsy and murmuring, "Good morning Accepted Veria."

Kirsa sat down when motioned to and arranged her skirts in the way her mother had taught her before looking back up at her mentor with a dazzling smile. She listened intently with her head cocked to the side. She felt a flicker of fear shoot through her as she was told to embrace the source. She pictured the little red flower and struggled for only a moment before a moderate amount of power entered her. She looked upon the threads in wonder and delight at the different feels of each thread. Her eyes were especially enjoying the colors.

Kirsa watched in rapt attention and awe as her mentor pulled, as there wasn't a better word that she could think of to describe it, water from air into the bowl. She felt surprise, fear, and yes, excitement when Veria told her she was going to try it. She opened herself and tried to weave the threads together like a carpet but it quickly dissipated before she got close to completing it. She reviewed what she had seen when Veria had done the weave and realized her mistake. You cannot 'weave' a funnel you create it.

Kirsa started to form a whirlpool in her mind and tossed elements she wanted in the right place. Many times she would toss one in and it would go to the wrong place and she would have to begin from the beginning. Kirsa slowly built up the finesse at putting each thread in the correct place. Her brows were draws together in concentration. Finally she reached the point where she almost had it, one more thread she thought to herself. With the sentence memory came crashing of a day when she was fixing a dress after having torn it. Amil sat next to her and said those exact words," One more thread." Kirsa nearly lost hold of Saidir, but grabbed it by a fingernail. Of course she lost the weave and to her shock found not only herself, but Veria soaked in water.

Kirsa's face went a delicate shade of pink with her blush and made her look even prettier, even though her hair hung around her wetly, sticking to her face and dress. She had to try several more times before her fear of such a thing happening again hit her. She finally got it, and when the bowl finally filled a large smile of accomplishment lit up her face.

Kirsa's smile disappeared as her expression returned to one of concentration as she paid close attention to the weave that Veria displayed and used before her. When Kirsa felt dry a sigh of relief left her mouth before she could stop herself. No matter how hard she tried Kirsa's mothers teaching would stick to her and looking great at every minute of the day was one such teaching. Being soaking wet was not her mother's idea of looking fantastic.

She now had to try and repeat the drying weave. Kirsa felt exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. She didn't want to do it, but she would try her best either way. She tried it the same way she had done the funnel but it broke before her useless. She stopped before trying again and closed her eyes to better think. It is not a funnel but a carpet weave doesn’t work either. A small smile touched her face as she began once more to work. Now instead of a funnel or a straight square she tried a ball of threads in different weaves.

Slowly she began to build it, her skills higher than when she began earlier but still she fumbled. As earlier she slowly accustomed herself to the new thread and how to out them together. Slowly and over many tries she finally built her finesse to the level she needed it to be. She misplaced the last thread the second to last time and felt a rod of irritation shoot through her mind but she quickly pushed it away. The last time she gave herself a bit more time, not allowing impatience to get in the way. She finally got it, and the rag became dry in her hands.

Jena leaned against the stable watching the horses far out there, free. Behind her the noise of the Citadel seemed to rush around her like the waters of the ocean. Memories cascaded through her as she watched her dear Gamble begin to heal and frolick like a colt out in the pasture. Sometimes she wishe dshe was a horse, free to run the plains, but one look at Gamble would remind her that even they didn't have a great life. The scars that ran across his body. With a sigh she pushed herslef away from the stable and decided she should practice her ability with weaponry. She wasn't getting in as much as she would back home. She walked over to the practice yard and leaned on the fence watching soldiers at their practice, trying to decide what to try her hand at.

Hello everyone :D,

I happen to have noticed that the Band has been silent for a little while, so I was wondering if anyone was open to an rp with our little soldiers.

                              Yours trully,

                                        Kass

Fantastic :D, it is lovely to hear from another Seafolk.

Hello everyone! ;D I just created a Seafolk character and am eagerly waiting to meet everyone that plays with freelanders. Ofcourse I now need to bug people into creating Seafolk rps ;). If any of you also have ideas for me to test drive my charie without a Seafolk rp, I am open to all suggestons. :D

                                        -Kass :)

Jena had always been the type that as long as the person had no problem with her then she had no problem with them. She did admit the people with the golden eyes sometimes were a bit odd, but she had seen worse in the eyes of children that hadn't eaten in days and were killing each other for a scrap of bread. Things change when your desperate, Jena knew well enough, she had been one of those children often enough, though her brother had tried his best.

"Things change all the time, for the best or the worst," she said trully beliving what she said.