To hear that Arafel had survived another season was a relief.  Her family and their farm would be safe another year and if it wasn't an Aes Sedai who told her, she might cheer.  Instead she gave a bright and wide smile at the news.

"A light lunch sounds wonderful actually.  Light's truth I was considering going to the kitchen soon anyway.  Today is my freeday and I was, well,"  She was embraced to tell the truth about her inability to read.  She hadn't been that way until she met so many others who could and now, standing in front of this Aes Sedai the words caught in her throat.

"... this book is full of puzzles and mind games it seems.  Some of the pictures are of,"  She picked up the book of mazes and opened to one.  "You see... if you find the right path you can go from this point to this point without lifting you finger from the page.  I like these a great deal." 

Looking down at the rest of the pile she continued, with a bit of reluctance in her tone, "The others have pictures that go with the stories in them and so I look at the pictures and try to identify the letters in the books... Darienna Sedai is... well, she teaching me to read actually.  I never learned proper writing skills or mathematics before coming to the Tower and now I am.  Rory Sedai is helping me with numbers."

She paused only a moment before adding proudly, "I'm a quick study with the numbers.  I do like working figures."  And then a bit more regretfully, "I just wish writing script came so easily."

With that Miya prepared to follow Lillian Sedai to her study.

Miya woke in her room, alone, again.  It seemed she'd made it back without notice last night and so... that was reason to celebrate.  Opening the napkin she'd tucked her last sticky bun into, Miya bit into the gewey-goodness that was a sugar and cinnimon glazed bun.  Every bite was shear heaven.  What a way to wake up!

Washing her face and hands she dressed, rebraided a few of the brainds that had been coming loose over the last few days, and then headed quickly down to breakfast where she fully intended to wash down that sticky-bun with a nice juice and some laughs with her newest friends.

Sadly, some of her newest friends had found a breakfast partner of their own and now she wanted Miya to join them too.  This might not have been so bad if the breakfast partner had been a novice or accepted... but this partner made some of them cry evidently and likely would have Miya herself crying soon too.

"Oh dear..."  She muttered softly as she accepted the glass of juice handed to her by the other novice who was apparently on kitchen duty this morning.

Walking over to the table, Miya quickly took stock of what was going on and decided that the poor dear girl crying was the one who needed her courage most.  After all, she'd been switched many times by her papa back home so this couldn't be that bad really and Momma, well she was always creative with terrible chores to keep you busy all day.  Silently she prayed that Darienna was more like her papa than her momma.  At least his punishments were done and over quickly enough.

"Good Morning Darienna Sedai."  

Sitting down on the far side of Melianna (clearly not having heard the outburst she'd made earlier, as she wasn't in the room yet) she put her hand on the girl's leg beneath the table where it would only be noticed by the most persceptive of people.  Patting the other girl in a comforting manner, as an older sister might do for a younger scared one, she whispered "It's gonna be okay..."

Without even a moment's hesitation, Miya shook her head 'no'.  Picking up her quil with determination she set about the task of trying to put her thoughts to paper.  Every now and again her tongue slipped out the corner of her mouth as she struggled to make the letters look right and Darienna had to correct her... but nothing too painful.

From time to time her 'e' or 'a' might come out backwards, a frequent problem she had... sometimes the words on the paper seemed to do that of their own accord while she read too.  But with care, she was always able to get through.  Sadly, her handwriting looked like something chickens might scratch in the dirt, unlike the beautiful flowing scripts that her mentors wrote with.  Their ink seemed to flow from their pens like water down a stream onto the paper.  Such grace... such noble arcs and swirls... oh how she wished her first letter home looked that way!

Dear Momma and Papa,

 

I miss you and brother very much.  The White Tower is more beautiful than even the stories said it was and I am working very hard to be an Aes Sedai.  My teachers say I have promise and that I am made of good, stern, borderlands stuff.  However, it seems even if I am talented it may be many long years before I can come home to see you again.  I must work very hard to learn, not only how to use the powers I have, but how to be responsible, safe, and respectable in my use of them.  Please understand that I wish every day that I could learn these things at home with you.  I love you with all my heart and Arafel is dear to me, one day I will come back, and be all that we talked about that night before I left.  Tell my brother that I hope he can achieve his dream too, that he will serve on the border defending our people until I can join him.

 

I will write often, now that I know how.  Please keep sending your letters too.  They make the long days a bit easier.  I will think of you often and do you proud.  I promise.

 

All my love,

 

Miya.

Signing her name to the paper she then tossed sand across the wet ink to dry it.  Shaking away the sand she gave it to the Mistress of Novices to review.

Counting the doors until she came to the appointed one, Miya shifted the objects in her hands uncomfortably.  Oh, they weren't heavy really, but the punishment for last nights misdeeds had left her less than comfortable.  How had the mistress of novices ever learned about the party?  Had someone been caught?  Burn those girls who ran off in a panic!

Reaching out, Miya opened the doorknob carefully and pushed the door inward with her bottom so not to drop anything as she entered.  Upon seeing someone else was in the room, expectedly, she gasped and nearly dropped her bedding and dresses.  Quickly she laughed and tried to pass of her startlement as she once again directed her attention, briefly, to the other person in the room.

The girl, she noted, was someone she'd met last night.  She couldn't recall much about her now, but she hadn't been totally unfriendly.  Setting her things down on the tidy bed (which she naturally assumed was her own) she turned back to her new roomate.

"Sial, right?"  Smiling she began the explaination of how the Mistress of Novices had intended to have them be roomates right from the get go, but somehow Rory Sedai... her mentor... had messed up the room number and had put her in a small cell-like space all by herself.

"It was terribly lonely."  Her story hadn't been a long one but she was concerned that the other girl wasn't entirely comfortable with her suddenly barging into her personal space.  After all, while Miya may have hated rooming alone... perhaps this girl liked it.

"Um... so... it occurs to me, I should probably ask if you'd rather take this bed?  I'm not partial to where I sleep really so it makes no never mind to me.  Whichever you don't want will work fine."

oc: sorry so short, I'm in a rush today and got a few posts to reply to, I promise more impressive things to come LOL.  *hugs*

"I'm Miya Kiyoshi and I've been here in the tower for one month now.  Thank you for asking."  Miya brushed the cookie off her book and piled it neatly on the others.

"Sial is a fine enough roomate but we've just starting rooming together.  There was bit of mix up or something when I first got here.  I roomed alone for a while."  Miya frowned at the memory of all those nights alone in that room when she'd first arrived, it felt like a cave.

"I'd say this is a sight better than that.  Might I ask where you're recently back from... it wasn't Arafel was it?!?"  Miya looked excited at the thought of the woman having recently been in her home country.

Light it was good to have someone hold her.  To feel the kindness of another human being.  Listening to her speak was hard, she wasn't saying all the perfect things... but at lease Miya knew she wasn't lying. 

What did she want?  Did she really want this?  What did she feel?  These should be easy questions to answer.  She wanted to give a reply as simple as you please and let that be enough but, she wasn't sure that it was.  Maybe this was why Aes Sedai learned how to twist even oaths on their heads, as she said?

"I want to be Aes Sedai,"  she hesitated, choosing her words carefully so that it wasn't a lie.  "... more than I want to be whatever I'd be if I were at home right now.  I want to help people, to be someone in this world who others look to... ya know?"  She managed a smile.  The thought of being someone's hero made her feel stronger.

"I suppose I can write my letter now."  She reassured herself mentally.  "... but, I have to know... the pain, it does get less soon, doesn't it?"

The cookie that Miya was just putting into her mouth shattered into a dozen pieces and crumbled all over the pages of the alphabet book that she was studying. 

Eyes wide she looked at the Aes Sedai making demands of where her roomate was only for a moment before leaping to her feet and making an unpracticed curtsey.  As she did the alphabet book fell onto the pile of other storybooks she'd managed to get from the library.  Of course she couldn't read them but the pictures were amazing!  Images of the Farstrider fighting and the maze book that she could trace out the paths with her finger on, those were the best!

"Aes Sedai,"   She managed to eek out around the crumbs in her mouth as she touched the floor.  Rising she swallowed, "Sial is at another punishment from Saya Sedai.  I think she has her in the stables this time."  Miya looked sympathic for the girl, she hated seeing her roomate in trouble so often if only because some of the Sisters could be quite cruel when they found her up to wrong doing.

"Or maybe it was ... oh yes, forgive me Aes Sedai she's scaling fish in the kitchens.  The stables was this morning."  She nodded slowly thinking of the conversation they'd had about Laras before she left.  Miya nearly laughed with the memory.  Light, but Sial could be fun at times.

She wasn't certain why the Mistress of Novices being so nice to her would make her tear up a bit, but whatever it was she scrubbed the tears fast before they could even threaten to fall.  Blinking back any excess she forced a laugh.  "It's stupid really, I just... I never realized how homesick I'd get.  Fun here isn't really the same as fun at home and, sometimes it's just hard not to forget what it is I really want to do.  The best parts about being here usually come when I'm getting into trouble and we both know how that ends... and then, of course, when I can touch Saidar and I've only done that a couple of times.  I'm not even sure I'm gonna be all that good at it even."

All her fears and worries came pouring out in a torrent.  She didn't like dumping things on people but the woman had asked and it was always her habit to be blunt with those who asked for truth.

"Rory Sedai says that it may be a decade or more before I can even test for a banded dress.  Light I'll be... old then!"  She stiffled her lip quivering at the image of herself as an old maid.  "My brother will be finding a wife by then and most of my friends will have two children on their aprons and me... well... I won't even have had my first kiss!"

Wow, she hadn't even considered that too much.  She was not particularly boy crazy but apparently the thought of NEVER knowing a boy was ... kinda overwhelming.  "Not that Sedai marry, right?  Light!"  She rolled her eyes up and sighed.

"I just don't know how to write them and tell them I'm not here learning how to throw fire and call lightening but instead I spend most my days bruising up my knees cleaning floors and blistering my hands in pots.  I don't know how to tell them that I hate it here most of the time and that I've spent more time crying at night than I've spent with the One Power.  That I'm a child to most of these people and I'm going to be for decades... maybe a hundred years that is if I don't kill myself in the process of trying to earn a yarn shawl!  That ... that they'll be dead and burried before I ever set foot in the borderlands again!"  The last was almost a shout and tears were flowing now despite her very best efforts.

"I was suppos... suppose to go home and make my brother my warder.  We were going to go to the blight and fight... to avenge the dead and... protect our home.  How do I tell him that's not what will happen now..."  her voice trailed off into a stiffled sob.  For once, with the pain revealed to someone in the light of day, she felt as small as the child they called her.

If she had to wash more more dish she swore to the light that her fingers would wrinkle up and fall off like rotten grapes on the vine!  The fact that she had to go writing after, hadn't won her any sympathy from Mistress Laras who simply told her to scrub harder, not longer. 

Of course, as the tea warmed, she explained this to the Mistress of Novices... complete with her imitation of the woman parading around with her spoon to swat unsuspecting novices with.  It was sad really... it seemed like in all this place only she, her mentor, and the mistress of novices had a sense of humor.  Well, the mistress of novices had a sense of humor unless it involved breaking rules somehow... for those occasions she had other more creative things.

Accepting her cup of tea, she whispered, "Thank you Aes Sedai" in an ernst and polite tone.  Usually Aes Sedai made her make the tea and it was a nice change to have the older woman doing it for them instead.  Of course, she'd never mention that lest the Mistress of Novices catch on that she might be missing out on something that others were getting out of her. 

As she explained what today's project was to be Miya remained silent.  It had been months since she'd been able to send anything more than the most cold and impersonal things to her parents.  Rory or an accepted at the pigeon loft was always kind enough to send a reply when a letter arrived from home but nothing more than short notes saying that she was well and she would write a longer letter soon.

Well, now here she was, able to write... somewhat and blank paper before her.  Still, the Mistress of Novices intended to read it.  How private would that be?  It wasn't as though she could be completely critical of things here with her Mistress of Novices reading ... right?  Of course, did she really want to spoil her family's mental image of what being here must be like?

Reaching out with a timid hand she took the quill and then the paper.  "I hardly know where to begin." Her voice was tinged with sadness and uncertainty.  "I don't want to lie to them but... I wouldn't want them to worry or see the Tower in less than a positive light."  

Looking up at the closest thing to a mother she had here, she asked frankly in a near whisper, "How do you do that?  Tell a lie to people you love without really being completely a lie?  I mean... I wanna be like you, an Aes Sedai and they never lie but..."  she sighed in frustration at her inability to say what she was feeling correctly.  "I don't know.  It's hard to explain.  Can you see what I'm getting at though?"

An easy one in Tar Valon might be to have the accepted spend some time working with a Sedai mentor in the legal system of Tar Valon.  Not every person is condemned to the Chair of Woe after all. 

Another idea might involve dealing with locals and trying to help resolve issues or other such which would improve the image of the White Tower (had it been done in a city other than Tar Valon) essentially working to teach basics of building eyes and ears ... finding what people are good at, what might be potentially useful in the future to an Aes Sedai, and cultivating a relationship with that person.

I'm sure I'll think of more later but those two come to mind. 

*hugs*

Hi everyone,

For those of you here who may not know, I'm DeAnna and I originally wrote the character Espara a'Daughtry as a PC.  I've been given a green light to NSW her by the lovely Estel and I'm currently awaiting the Staff's thumbs up for me to resume playing her as my real character. 

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that you have another blue in the neighborhood.  *throws blue confetti*  :D

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Sure, if you're wanting to.  I don't mind either way honestly.  It'll be nice though to get some kin rp going in general so maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea.  Oh and I'll have to check on my admin access as I need to update my email information on that page.

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NP sweetie.  Like I said I was just offering to help.  It sounds like you guys have it all tied up and thanks to my past with the Tower I'd say it's best you all just handle it.  I'll cheer for you from the sidelines. 

*hugs*

Telcia Dyfelle (current Ebou Dari Merchant/Noble of the Queen's faction) recent addition to the Kin (former WT Red) reporting for duty.  :)  I think my information is up on the freelander's site and is nearly up to date.

Her heart beat in every part of her as his hand slid across her back and she came up from beneath the blankets.  As expected her husband bore a satisfied and wool-headed grin in appreciation of her ministrations. 

She’d been careful to listen to her new friends on what ways would keep your husband interested no matter how much you‘d been fighting only moments prior (in fact they insisted that, much to Telcia‘s lack of understanding & utter shock, this was the BEST time to engage in such acts!) 

Ebou Dari women surely must have had the most interesting ideas of tickling a man’s fancies of any culture in the known world.  Where she had, as a Domani woman, learned the subtle arts of smiles, touches, and hints of flesh beneath innocent areas of the gown… these Ebou Dari women must have studied the most lude acts of animals and assassins (what with their fascination of knives and threatening to cut their husbands all the time) and then duplicated them just to see which were the most effective on dulling men’s awareness of anything but their carnal demands of their wives bodies.  Oddly, it seemed just like the sort of thing some browns she knew, might do and call research.

That thought made Telcia smile and almost laugh as she snuggled into the bridge between Iussi’s shoulder and chest.  Draping her arm across him she held out her hand for the glass which came to her bidding thanks to a thick thread of air.  Drinking deeply to wash away everything but the memory of her act, she wondered if her husband would sleep now (as he often did when they finished their marital acts) or if he would, as he sometimes managed to do, become more awake because of them. 

Sending the glass back to the table she unwove the silence weave she’d tied off when they’d began.  Sure, the children were snug in their beds and sleeping but after the first time Jelene came toddling in on them during their married rites, she didn’t want a repeat performance.  Livia, the very next day, had helped her to put in a bell that would ring in their room from a rope outside the door if they were needed.  This way, the bell was inside her silence weave and the children wouldn’t be awakened by Iussi’s … well… sometimes over enthusiasm.  Sometimes, Telcia thought silently, her husband just lacked all sense of the world around him… rather like his children.  Of course, burn her, that was what she liked about him.

Running her fingers across his bear chest she kissed the point where her fingers last touched when she lifted her hand away to sit up.  She knew, as he always did, he’d try to keep her in the bed so this time she moved quickly to her robe and tossed it around her .

“I must drink my tea, husband…”  She said in a teasing voice.  “I’ll get you something as well.”  With that she prepared the herbs that Livia secured for her each month and put a small pot over the fire in their room so that it could come to boil.  For Iussi she had something sweeter in mind though. 

“I have another gift for you.”  She whispered.  That was what she’d called tonight’s act… a gift for his foolishness in getting into yet another duel and winning.  Of course she’d said gift with a tone that left him wondering if she’d cut him or drag him to their bed.  Telcia was sure he was pleased it was the latter.  What she didn’t tell him was that, despite her protests (which she felt she had to make in part of her children’s welfare) she actually adored that Iussi won so many duels.  Her husband was gaining a name for himself and often in her honor and to her mind, it seemed there was no greater thing.  Ebou Dar had no shortage of men who now had cuts from Iussi’s blades that had her name attached to them. 

In a way, strangely, it was as if she was cutting each man foolish enough to suggest she was a shameless hussy simply because she was good at her chosen career.  And while she could not paddle these men senseless with the one power (as she had done to foolish novices in her day) her husband could cut them bone deep and make them appologize for their stupidity and THAT counted for something.  Iussi, contrary to what many might have believed of him, was an accomplished fighter… politician (though Ebou Dari politics for men was NO WHERE near the Tower’s idea of politics) … husband & father.  He was a man she was proud to be married to… well, now that he’d gotten out of her way in the family business that is.

Reaching into a bag which she often carried with her when she wore brown dresses, she pulled out an old bottle of fine liquor.  “Seafolk Merchants had this and when I saw it… I thought of nothing but giving it to you.  Of course,”  she put on a mock disappointed face.  “maybe it will at least serve the purpose of dulling the pain of that eye; Light but I can’t imagine what the other gentleman must look like!” 

She sighed gruffly and crossed the room to the bed where she uncorked the fine drink and poured her husband a glass offering it to him.

*shrug*  Thanks.  Sorry to overwhelm.  Do what you feel you need to with it (shorten if you like) I sincerely don't mind.  I was just throwing out a suggestion to be helpful.  I'm far from playing a red right now and can't say I have the best grasp on things when compared to those of you who have been here while I was off doing the RL thing.

*hugs*

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Not a problem Perine.  I saw she wrote that she was coming to you but I wasn't sure if you needed anyone else for the scene (since the raising takes three sisters) or if the two of you had already worked out something for writing it.

Truth be told, it's probably not wise I play telcia here in retro, not after all the very negative stuff that came up the last time I tried to play her in the White Tower.  It only ended in my tears really and isn't worth the stress. 

If you do need someone to help with NSWs, you know where I am... otherwise I look forward to reading the scene!

*hugs*

I assume this is the letter we send out to accepted or novices?  If so... I think this should work... let me know if I'm wrong on the premise of this and I'll rewrite.

Dear [Accepted's Name Here],

 

Didn't expect a private message from the Red Ajah, did you?  Well, before you hit that delete button please give us a few minutes of your time to explain a bit about who we are and what it is we do here at the DRPSW and why YOUR CHARACTER might fit with our ajah better than you might first think.  If you're not the least bit interested after this letter, no worries... we're sure to play together in the future no matter where you go; however... if we've gotten your interest a little bit feel free to reply to this message and ask for more information or a chat with one of our friendly members.  We'd really love to hear from you!

 

What Was...

In DRPSW history, way back in the Age of Legends, the Red Ajah was like all Ajahs... simply a group of women and men who had a similar interest or goal.  [sUPER SECRET RED AJAH KNOWLEDGE ONLY ALERT!]  While the Reds do not know what that goal had been prior to the breaking, they do know what it became thanks to an ancient Ter'Angreal which recorded a secret message from a brother of the Ajah to his sisters.  That male, in a heartfelt plea to his sister to protect the world from him and his fellow male channelers, begged his sisters to take up the cause of preventing another breaking of the world... namely by gentling male channelers where-ever they found them so that none would have to endure what he had.

 

What Is...

The Reds of Jordan's book series carried out their mission to protect the world with a zealousness that is frightening to behold, here at the White Tower DRPSW, the Reds can be just as zealous but their passion for their cause is out of a sense of duty, pity, and even love for those men who most often revile them for their actions. 

 

Few people outside of the ajah truly understand how difficult it is to be a Red sister, hated and feared by even her fellow Sisters of the Tower (not to mention all male channelers and a lot of the world) ... constantly suspect and alone even among her peers.  For this reason, the Red Ajah is often seen as the most insular and 'family-like' of the ajahs.  Where there is often vicious politics within ajahs that can literally tear ajahs apart, the reds work with such a focus and lack anyone else who they can turn to, that they are almost forced together. 

 

In a world that hates you... when you must do the most terrible things in order to save the world and prevent men from rotting alive... who else can understand you but other reds?  As a side note: our ajah on the ooc level often draws back old players again and again who miss the friendships they create within our ajah that extend far beyond the DM website walls.  Really we are a great group to work with.

 

What Will Be...

With the Black Tower and the White Tower on a tenative peace and the Amyrlin Seat having acknowledged the Black Tower as the White's equal... the Red Sisters have begun to feel tensions they've never had to face before. 

 

Some do not believe any male channeler is safe to be near; some can not forget the sisters who have died by the Black Tower's hands and those who yet remain as their prisioners... unable to return home ever again and so their bitterness and heartache over the recent decisions of the Hall have grown. 

 

On the far opposite side of the spectrum, some Reds have believe with their whole hearts that this is the first soundings of the wardrums calling the Ajah together once again... male and female reds whose hearts beat with blood as true and pure as the crimson of their banner.  These bold Sisters have begun to dream of, and speak of, reunification and some truly mad or hopeful Reds have even considered going to the Black Tower to speak with them about the secrets of the Ter'Angreal ... despite the tragedy of the last visit.

 

If the Reunificationist Reds leave the Tower in the hands of the Traditionalist Reds, what direction would the Ajah take?  Would the Red Ajah do more than bump heads with the Hall of the Tower?  Would drastic measures be taken... or would the Red Ajah somehow, amidst all the fear and madness, find a new and just as important purpose?  Perhaps some new way to protect the world from another breaking?  Or... can the Moderate Reds, whose ideals lay between both extremes, keep the Tower's largest Ajah from falling apart at it's seams?

 

The Red Sisters call themselves Guardians of Humanity... does your character have what it takes to see that title through to whatever future that title may have at the DRPSW?  All the Ajahs offer you a concept to play as a full Sister... a healer, a warrior, a philosopher... but, we reds come to you offering a challenge:  Can your character help us change the future of her world?

 

 

We Hope to Hear From You Soon!

 

[Red Ajah Highest Name/Siggie Here]

Let me know what you think.

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Jade, luv, if there is anything at all we can do other than continuing out cheerleading out here for you and your baby... don't hesitate to let us know.  I was so very worried when I read your first few sentences there, but it's good to hear the odds are in you and the baby's favor. 

As has been said already, take it easy, don't worry about us... we'll miss you but your health and the baby's comes first!

*hugs*

Oops, over x-mas I missed getting back to this.  Give me a few more days luv.  I'll have something for you!  *hugs*

If the scene is really retro'd (as I was saying in my other post) I'll be glad to help with it as Telcia.  Is anyone else around right now and active to help me do Saline's raising scene?

*hugs*

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,24981.0.html

Do you all want some help on this thread?  I'd be happy to TPC or if it's retro raising play Telcia.  I know I hated waiting all that time to get raised only to have people not rp my raising with me.

I'll need two others or at least one other person to help me pull the scene off.  We can NSW another character if we only have two of us active right now.

*hugs*

-miya/tel

The novices were all looking to the door and some were already running.  It seemed impossible this could actually be happening.  She knew that there was a chance they'd be caught but this...

"A setup?"   Miya looked confused, shocked, and let down; like a puppy kicked in the teeth while chewing peaceful on it's favorite bone.  "An Accepted might actually do something that dishonest and dishonorable?"

Miya shook her head.  "They... they're suppose to be trying to act just like Aes Sedai.  Why would she..."  She stopped herself and chewed her own lip a bit.  It was low, but she could reason why it might be good for an Accepted to bust up a party of novices, even one she herself organized. 

Miya sighed.  "Look if we all run for it now, we're sure to be caught.  We need to be smart about this, take different ways and go in small groups.  Maybe even duck into rooms on the way back just to keep the halls looking clear.  If we're careful, we might make it back to our rooms before anyone seems to realize better of it."

Quickly throwing out a hand to the sweets tray she grabbed a stickybun and wrapped it in a napkin for later.  "I'll go as a look-out if you want, and wave you on if the coast is clear.  The rest of you can just stay close behind me but far enough back that if someone is coming you'll have time to hide in another room.  How's that sound?"

*huggles Sial*

Baby was okay after our visit to the doctor.  There's just one (thank the Light!) and I think it's going to be an olympic gymnast as it's flipping and rolling like a pro in there!  We only did the 2-d ultrasound this time so we couldn't make out what sex it was so... it will be another month before the cool 3-d one (at least).

Happily we know I and baby are as healthy as one can be while having the sniffles and I'm so silly proud right now it hurts.  My due date is offically July 4th (for you non-US people that's our independance day so, lol, kinda cool.)    :)

After speaking with Arie a bit the other day, I think I'm going to try to kick this back off again.  With Arie's blessing we'll be adding a new twist to it and I'm really rather excited about this project.

Please take a look at the website and read over what we're about.  Right now, due to the numbers in the tower we're only going to welcome 5 members (myself included) so consider carefully if this is right for your character and if you want to really spend some time as a novice and not rush to Accep or AS.

If you're the sort who wants to be a novice for a little while and thinks your character might fit well with this group, reply or pm me.  We'll chat and see what comes of it.  Likely our characters will stay friends even after leaving our novice whites so... also consider that this could mean inter-ajah alliances :)

If your charcter isn't right for the GPCN but you'd like to do an rp with a GPCN member (if your novice is in need of help ... vengence, friendship, etc) also reply with that information.

I look forward to talking to everyone with interest!

http://gpcn.wordpress.com/