Alright peeps - I gotta take a LOA again. Work and RL requires more of my attention, with some recent changes happening at my job. Just mark me up as inactive, since this'll last a few months.

For those I have posts with, my apologies. Email me at megwalsh79(at)gmail(dot)com if you want to hash out any details for "rp resolution" if the RP will be a part of your char's plotline.

Seiaman rolled her eye at the boy's retort. She rarely had the patience for sarcasm but he launched into his explaination and she listened. Especially when he mentioned Sirayn's missing hand. But the more he spoke, Seiaman's frown deepened. She knew exactly what he was talking about - Far Madding. Forkroot. Dreadlords. Black Sisters. The possibilities were limitless and those who worshipped the Dark Lord was very capable of creating opportunities. "So... let me get this straight with you. You're attempting to dig up some dirt to convince Sirayn Sedai she needs to practice her skills with the sword?"

Aran took a nod and another sip of the wine, which she noticed he had been drinking slowly. She shook her head. It had been a heated discussion between herself and her former Aes Sedai for nearly 2 decades - Sirayn felt she had enough protection. The bloody woman even went off by herself more than once to prove that point, not only to spite Seiaman but to prove to herself that she was... well.. self-sufficient. Even after the whole incident with Solin was over, Sirayn refused to learn how to use a sword with her only remaining hand. Which made Seia train twice as hard to learn how to fight with only one eye. But ultimately, they both failed.

Seiaman shook her head again, "You are pursuing a lost cause. I cannot help you, even if I could - I wouldn't. Do not underestimate Sirayn Sedai; she is capable of far more than you believe her to be."

Coraman fell backwards, hitting the ground violently. Instinct told her to get up and get away but her temper was beyond the point of no return. She jumped to her feet and stepped closer to the larger boy, "Shove off. I don't have to prove you anything. I... don't have ... your sword. Is that too complicated for your woolheaded mind to process?" But without giving the boy a chance to throw off his own retort, Cora jumped towards him with her fists aiming straight for his head.

ooc: make contact or not ;) up to you. Just a difference in 1 ws but Cora has a little experience in street fighting. Then you can go ahead and pummel her. ;) Then I'll get Fnorrll to jump in.

Coraman looked out of the window, watching the flakes fall from the sky. If it weren't for the howling wind and the shuddering trees, she would've thought winter a peaceful season. She watched night turn into false dawn - it wouldn't be too long before she set out to meet the others for the winter survival course. Cairma felt that she should learn how to survive in the wilderness in the midst of a harsh cold day - but to Coraman, it was no different than the streets. But her mentor insisted that it required entirely different set of skills to survive in the wilderness. Especially in the midst of winter.

Her thoughts strayed to Seiaman, the woman had been acting strangely as of late. In her recent visits, which was at least twice a week, the woman gave her foster daughter an extra purse of coins and beckoned her to go off in town and have some fun. On a few nights, she left but then snuck back into her rooms - in a way, to try to piece together the complicated puzzle that consisted of her foste rmother. Words floated through a hole through her floor - that was when she learned of the hole that laid between the hidden library room and her quarters. Sight was void of information but her ears heartily grasped the words that came her way. A strange woman's voice pierced the silence. "So you'll tell everyone that you're going to Ebou Dar?" Something shuffled. "Yes. It is known I have family there and that my father is well beyond his years. Has the arrangements been made?" Silence. "I have not heard from my acquaintances in the area - as soon as we receive the word, you will know it's been done. A question, though. All this for one of them? For a woman who scorned you and burned you?" Coraman kept her gasp quiet but a knock came through the hidden library's door and the conversation was abruptly dead. An instinct within her told her it was time to go. And through the window, she disappeared into the winter's black cloak.

A figure crossed the Yards - followed by another shortly afterwards. Cairma had told her it would be Corin Danveer would be overseeing the survival course and she was instantly intrigued as she had heard the story of the spar between him and his foster mother. She wondered if he knew of her relations with Seiaman and at the same time, Cora had to wonder just what was behind the man's eyes. She picked up her sack, packed lightly as advised by her mentor. As a child from the street, she never knew how to dress appropriately in the winter. But Coraman only packed what she thought she'd needed. She stepped out in the frigid cold and headed towards the pair, now standing in wait - she wrapped a scarf around her head, leaving only her eyes seen. "Ursana Tahn Sakhr, reporting as ordered." She could barely hear the other over the wind. A few steps later, she fell into line. "Coraman, reporting as ordered."

Seiaman watched as the boy kept an apparently easy smile on his face, his eyes darting to the dagger once or twice. But he didn't exhibit nervousness. An older Tower Guard. The younger ones often were on the edge and jumpy, getting into fights right and left in order to grow confident in their skills. He brushed her accusation (or suggestion, depends how you look at it) with sarcasm which made Seiaman grimace. Not old enough. He spoke quite well with a large vocabulary which gave her the impression he did not come from the poor and his etc etc etc basically confirmed that he was spoiled and used to getting his way without even bothering to fully explain anything.

"I don't trust you." Seiaman sheathed her dagger. She shook her head at the boy. "I can't decide if you're just being plain stupid by asking around about Sirayn Sedai. Or just so wet behind the ears, you have no idea what an Aes Sedai of the White Tower is capable of. Well, Aran, you might as well finish your drink and leave as I don't give sustenance to young boys who desire to teach a hard woman about desire and love." Her exterior was still calm and wary but deep inside, she very much wanted to hurt this boy to the point where he stayed away from Sirayn.

Seiaman turned towards the wine shelf, letting her finger tap each wine bottle, going over the inventory in her mind. "Talk of what?" Her words floated to the newcomer and he was quick to reply. And Sirayn's name sent a strong jolt of warning and suspicion throughout her mind and soul but outwardly, she showed no notice. She found a wine bottle that was decent enough - sweet in taste but very potent. Usually it was the depressed ones that wanted this bottle, to drown their pains and misery very quickly. Seiaman had never met anyone who finished this bottle. She turned around and placed the bottle before the boy for his approval and he gave a quick nod. The young ones were not usually very discriminate when it came to liquor. Especially unbonded Tower Guards, which she could surmise from his character already.

She opened the bottle and took out two goblets from underneath the counter. "You are quite the youngling to believe that one such as I would be quick to reveal all." She slowly filled the goblets with the wine. "Especially to one who remains unnamed." Seiaman met his gaze as she pushed the goblet towards him. "For all I know, you could be a darkfriend pretending to be a Tower Guard or even actually a Tower Guard," she paused as a jagged dagger appeared in her other hand, "And working in cahorts with the enemies of the White Tower."

Seiaman watched him closely without appearing to do so. She had learned the ways a Darkfriend reveals their loyalties when accused - to the unwitting fool, they miss the hidden cues in the words of denial. If he was a Darkfriend, she knew she'd have to eliminate him. There would be no competition when it came to Sirayn. The woman would be hers. Completely hers. "If you are not one of those filth that I would very much love to gut and serve for supper, then what are you?"

ooc: sorry this took a while. :)

ic: “Give me back my sword, thieving brat!â€

She turned quickly and clearly saw the larger boy, a trainee she thought, storm closer and closer. Rage coated his eyes and his jaw was tense. First instinct she had was to run. To be caught stealing brought a consequence of death on the streets. But that mere thought halted her legs from moving an inch. "I didn't steal your sword." She tried to remain calm as the larger boy face came inches close to hers. Coraman didn't have to wonder why he was accusing her - it was now no secret that she was a street urchin, living out of trash barrels in the streets of Tar Valon. Imaginations ran wild and pretty soon, she found that many were very wary of being around her.

"Believe me or not but back off." She reached up and gave the boy a shove. "Your breath stinks and I don't like smelling the remains of last night's dinner. I didn't steal your sword, I don't even know where your room is."

ooc: alright I'm here. Sorry for the wait, mate. fyi, the description of the inn is http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=2359&highlight=

ic: The last of the lunch crowd stepped out of the Inn and Seia went to wiping down the bar counter while the newly hired tavern wench rounded the plates and coins. Her mind went over the secret arrangements once more; it was not long now before she'd find herself in a new sort of training. In the past week, the word assassin being applied to her gave her pause but after meeting a few more Darkfriends through the circle, she liked the notion even more. It'd be the best way for her to raise through the ranks of the Darkfriends, to become closer to the Dark Lord, and to finally get Sirayn once and for all. She'd have the power to say what Sirayn could have.

Her thoughts were interrupted with the door opening, admitting a young man into the Inn. Seiaman stopped her cleaning and leaned back against the wall behind her, crossing her arms over her chest as she observed him. He was young but already had the walk and the way his eyes swept across the room and met hers, she would have no difficulty placing him in the ranks of the Tower Guard. More these days, she felt pity towards the fools who shed blood and sweat daily to protect its channeling occupants. They were merely tools in the great game, the pawns in the chess game.

"Get you something?"

Here you go! Wait till Cora is accused and they start a fight, then you can jump in. :)

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=215198#215198

Coraman grunted as she struggled to do the last situp - she ached everywhere from the new training regimen that Cairma had her do every day. On top of honing her skill in the Flame and Void, she never had to concentrate so much every single day. Until Seiaman found her. There were times when she wondered where she would be now if her foster mother had not literally plucked her from the streets. She suppressed a shudder; it was still not pleasant thinking of her life in the streets yet she knew she could not forget the lessons learnt.

She got on her two feet and stretched her arms over her head as her eyes swept across the yards. Coraman still felt uncommonly out of place in the midst of the White Tower - a single street urchin training among royalty, merchants, and soldiers. There was no other person training in the ranks that had endured the low ranks of civilization, that she knew of. Coraman knew there would be some of her fellow beings lurking somewhere; keeping their history quiet. Although she could not fathom why. Most of the trainees that she had met seemed to be casual and laid back; not the snubbery and self-righteousness that she had started to encounter in the Tower Guard ranks. Cora held back a snort. There were plenty that were full of themselves. She had to wonder how they would fare as a peasant on the streets of Tar Valon, with the cloud of legends hanging over their heads.

Excellent. Let me recruit another member to pick on Cora then. Will PM you when we're ready!

as for a thread, let me mull on the ways our chars can meet. My lil darling is wary of strangers, having been a street urchin before.

Perhaps she's ganged up on? Fnorrll the type to be a nice guy?

Got neither. :) I do most of my rp'ing during the downtime at work. At home, I'm at the point where I'm sick of computers so I don't bother getting on my computer. (I'm a computer technician.)

PM or email would do. :) email is seiamankera@hotmail.com

*laughs* not that I don't enjoy it. Just rl takes time away from it and writer's block. ;)

So you're back too, 'eh? Thanks for the compliment, you're pretty good too. So, you want to meet up with my new little trainee?

Coraman blinked at Cairma's prompt to begin the new exercise. "Using the strongest feelings within you..." She never really gave her emotions more than a passing acknowledgement and dismissal. They were more of a hinderance than a help so it was easy for Cora to not even think of it. But now - she was being told to think of her strongest feelings. She felt as if Cairma had asked a blind person to use the strongest lamp. Letting out a mental sigh, she allowed her mind to trace back over memories to see if a strong feeling emerged from it.

Being told that joining the ranks of the Tower Guard was not going to be easy - a surge of determination rose up from her. But Cora wasn't satisfied that it would be the strongest feeling she could muster. She went back a few more days and the scene of Seiaman trying miserably to romance an Aes Sedai came forth - she felt fear. Fear of becoming like her foster mother - she failed to serve her bondmate and the Creator. Seiaman resigned from the ranks of Tower Guard - she wasn't sure why but Coraman felt that the woman had failed. The emotion surged - greater than the feeling of determination - and Coraman envisioned her new half in her mind. The Flame came about and just like she did before, she thought of being empty, filled with a Void - the fear and determination was consumed by the Flame. It wavered with its new sustenence.

Coraman nodded to Cairma and watched, half of her attentions focused on holding the Flame in place.

Alright - I'm coming back and giving this rp thing another chance.

Cairma. You still around? Still interested in being tortured?

Seiaman looked into Sirayn's cold grey eyes, mulling over her words. Could it be that the woman was still like a shattered glass over the Solin incident? She could not fault her for that - the boy was her son and he had committed the deepest treachery a child could ever do against a mother. Her voice was soft, "I have not forgotten." How could she? It was the turning point of her life where she knew what she had done to her Aes Sedai. She needed the Saidar-wielding woman as much as the Aes Sedai needed her Gaidin. And yet a fortnight after the incident, their lives were shredded with the loss of the bond. Her heart bled with pain and she forced herself to look away from Sirayn. "We had best made our way, Aes Sedai. We do not want to lose light before we get to our next camp." She nudged Storms down the road once more.

Surely, Sirayn had felt all that had been done in the past was beyond repair. The rejection was most likely the culminating point of betrayal - her unspoken words that there would be no turning back fared true. But yet there had to be a reason why the woman had allowed Seiaman to be her guard on this trip. In the back of her mind, she started to regret everything. I never should've returned. I should've stayed dead in Sirayn's eyes, remained the Gaidin who tried to make amends before her death.

Sirayn came to her side, her eyes straight forward and her body rigid. But Seiaman would not look at her. It hurt now, to look at her. What once was apparently will never be again. A re-bond would be impossible. A gentle friendship would be a dream of farce. Even the chance for Sirayn to accept her love - it was more likely that she would meet the Dark One face to face before that ever occured. She let out a silent sigh. Best to just distance yourself and do your duty. Once you return to Tar Valon - we'll leave again. She knew that would be abandonment, an act only traitors would think of. An act punishable by death. But that did not matter to her anymore. She was already dead.

Seiaman glanced over at Sirayn - mentally shaking her head. The woman really did not want to be touched nor around anyone who had thoughts of intimacy. She was starting to think that there would be a chance - because of their history. Because Seiaman had lost everything and yet, came back. And now wanted her. But she knew that Sirayn kept her away at arm's length was because she did not want to be hurt again. She didn't want to have a weakness, a flaw. But the woman had to dream, didn't she? Didn't she long for someone to offer comfort and warmth? Someone to just be there, without reason or cause? Surely Sirayn dreamed of someone that stood close by, watching her every move, someone who desired her for who she is? She dared a glance at the Aes Sedai and realized that she must've. She cannot be human if she did not long for that. Sirayn Simeone wanted someone to be by her side, to love her despite her legends of success and failures - someone to listen to her words and dry her tears. But she shoved that dream so deep inside her heart, it was forgotten.

And Seiaman realized what her purpose was. To teach love and life to the one woman who needed it most. To show that it was not a weakness nor a flaw to love someone. "I haven't forgotten."

ooc: I'm still around and lurking :)

ic: Coraman nodded at her mentor's warning of the first time - nothing ever came as it should be the first time around, that was especially true. Granted, there were lucky situations but Cora knew when it came to the Flame and Void, luck would have nothing to do with it. At Cairma's command, she took three deep breaths as as her mentor spoke, her eyes closed and she let the words fill her consciousness. The thought of Seiaman threatened her concentration but she simply let it pass. The single flame came in her mind in the midst of darkness. She imagined all that Cairma commanded - or at least she tried to. The emotions wouldn't come. So instead, she envisioned meeting an Aes Sedai for the first time and fear appeared. She continued to do so until her consciousness was brimming with the emotions of her heart.

There. Consume. The Flame didn't waver. It didn't do as it was supposed to. Frustration railed within after the first few times - she tried everything, to coax the Flame to take her emotions; to force the emotions in the Flame; and threaten the Flame that she would learn the Spring instead. Nothing happened. Cairma's words were still in the background of her mind and she took in a deep breath. She tried to imagine herself void of emotions when suddenly, the Flame wavered and all of her fears, angers, hatred, memories, needs, wants ... disappeared. The Flame seemed to be much bigger than it originally was. "Love." Coraman didn't really know love. Perhaps it was that warm alien fuzzy feeling when she started to become more comfortable with Seiaman. What did she love? The swell of coming knowledge grew within her heart - she loved this. The training, the knowledge that she's becoming a better person, that she would one day serve and protect the White Tower and its occupants.

The Flame consumed the Love - and all was quiet. Her eyes still closed; she could feel the gentle breeze that brought temporary relief from the scorching sun. She could smell the sweetness of sweat that was lightly coated on her mentor's body. The clash of wooden lathes from far seemed as if it was closer. She opened her eyes slowly and instantly the Flame disappeared. She let out a sigh. "I had it." Her mentor was silent but encouragement was in her eyes. She kept her eyes open and once again imagined everything that swirled in her consciousness. The Flame stood in the center of it all. And very slowly, it grew as each emotion was consumed - a startling Void left in its place. Her breathing was even but she refused to move her head and look at her mentor lest she loses the Flame again.

"Stand up." She grimaced but did as she was told, slowly rising to her feet but as soon as she shifted her focus on the rock beneath her boot, the Flame disappeared once more. Coraman let out a growl of frustration. "How do you keep it there?" And she knew that her mentor would either explain how or give a cryptic answer that she must figure out in her own mind.

ooc: a little peep out of my LOA :)

ic: Coraman's stomach clenched and she had to stop herself from looking down to her feet to fidget. Instead, she nodded at Sirayn Sedai's question. Seiaman broke the silence, "Come, let's eat." Making her way to the table, dread filled her very being when her foster-mother sat Sirayn at the head of the table while she and Coraman flanked her. But this much closer, she could see the hardness of the woman's face and the scars. While Seiaman started to heap generous portoins of steaming food onto their plates, she felt the Aes Sedai's eyes on her, watching. Cora had no idea what to say, so she started to give thanks to Seiaman but instead, she looked at Sirayn and blurted out, "Do you like my clothes?" Her face nearly paled, upon bringing the cold grey eyes of the woman to her. Her voice seemed small, "Seiaman picked them out for me." Light, this woman made her want the ground to open up and swallow her! She probably can do that too. The mere thought was sickening, a person that wielded so much power could simply just do away with a common street urchin. All thought of being a rebellious and surly child was gone, despite all she had faced before Seiaman had picked her off the street. "I'm not used to the shoes." Coraman picked up her fork and started to push food around her plate, her stomach void of hunger. "Boots, they're called boots, Coraman." She looked up at her foster-mother, feeling smaller at the correction of her ignorance.

Seiaman seemed to sense her immense nervousness and embarassment. She turned to Sirayn with a small smile, "She is just nervous, just the other day she had emptied her stomach's contents in the Great Hall with the mere task of giving an Accepted my letter of invitation for you. It seems to be quite unsettling for her to be around one who wields the Power." Rage exploded in her and her eyes started to brim with tears. She looked at Sirayn and saw the woman's gaze go from Seia to herself, her unrelenting and emotionless eyes feeling as if they brought judgement upon her. No doubt she now viewed her as a weakling. The urge to run off and to never return was great. But at the same time she did not want to justify the Aes Sedai's unfounded belief that all children were simpering idiots who craved attention and affection. So instead, Coraman kept seated and returned her gaze to the food before her, tearing apart the chicken with her fork. With a soft mutter she knew Seiaman couldn't hear, "At least I'm not the one being a lovesick fool." Her foster-mother looked up and with an unknowing tone in her voice, "What was that?" She met the older woman's gaze, "I said that at last the chicken looks good." Seia smiled and nodded, launching into her story about Brandy experimented with roasting the chicken to a golden perfection without drying it out.

Coraman's eyes darted to the Aes Sedai and her stomach clenched as she found those grey eyes watching her. And she knew her words had been heard. Quickly, she looked back to her plate and made a show of suddenly having an immense appetite with a heap of food in her mouth. "Coraman. Manners." She sighed in her mind and started to eat more 'appropriately', forcing the food down her throat that her stomach had no interest of digesting. Seiaman was telling the story of that fateful day where she had discovered a street rat in the trash barrel back in the alley, the memory of her mother's good deeds towards the unfortunate, and the days that had followed.

As the woman talked, Cora pondered as to who exactly Sirayn was to Seiaman. She knew that her foster-mother was once part of the White Tower as a fighter - was this woman her bondmate? Without a thought, she looked up at Seiaman and spoke up in the middle of a rather drab story of how she had discovered a woodsworker to craft the benches and tables, "Are you two bonded?" Green and grey eyes fell on her. But undeterred, she continued. "I just wondered. How did you know Sirayn Sedai?" She wanted - no, needed to know just what their link was. Seiaman's gaze darted to Sirayn and she laid her fork down on the table.

"First of all, it's rude to do what you just did, Coraman. But I shall excuse it this once. Sirayn Sedai was a long-standing Aes Sedai of the White Tower when I had come from Ebou Dar to join the ranks of the Tower Guard..." And thus the story continued, with Sirayn as silent as the dead calm over a still lake. Coraman pondered at this, watching the woman from the corner of her eye as she listened. Normally, when a person who loved the story and relished a beginning, they would pipe in from time to time or at least smile and nod at certain scenarios but Sirayn did none of the sort. Which led her to believe it was a beginning she rather not remember.

Coraman knew the story was summed up brutally, crucial points left out to let the puzzle fall together. They met, they bonded in Ebou Dar and had continued as such until Seiaman's false death. Her foster-mother smiled and glanced over at Sirayn but the woman was in the midst of sipping her goblet. "Now, how about dessert?" She rose up, gathering what plates she could and disappeared into the kitchens. Coraman glanced at Sirayn, unsure what to say. "I'm sorry." An eyebrow rose. "Sometimes people don't want to remember. I did not intend to bring unwanted pain upon you. Doesn't an Aes Sedai have enough to deal with?"

Real life demands my full attentions so I'm going to hang up my characters for the time being. No idea when I'll be back. For those I have a RP with, my apologies. Take care!

ooc: sorry, I'm here. :) writer's block for a lil bit. And sorry this is a bit short. :)

ic: Cairma did not respond to her words nor did she press further into the subject. Coraman had to wonder if her answer was not the one she wanted to hear or if it was the typical answer that trainees gave to their mentors. It was true though - she did not have any expections, it was a hard lesson to be learnt on the street - you didn't wait for fate nor did you expect things to be a certain way. What was the truth today could be a lie tomorrow. Cairma continued on about the philosophies and groups of the Yards - she kept the confused look from her face; waiting until it became more clear exactly what the lesson would be.

Then it dawned on her. These were not behavorial philosophies or code of rules that split the Tower Guard in two. Cairma explained more on the two differences of the philosophies; tricks of the mind that broadened focus and concentration. The Spring did not attract her as much as the Flame did - emotions clouded her thoughts and that, again, was a lesson learnt on the streets. Tasks were accomplished faster and with ease on a clear mind and heart.

Only seconds passed from the moment Cairma asked which philosophy she wanted. "I would like to study the Flame and Void - I am already used to clearing my mind in order to survive on the streets. A child who is hungry and allows that to upset them is less likely to get the cooling loaf of bread on an Inn's windowstill."

ooc: um... pink skin? you lost me there. no worries about the slow posting, I'll keep myself occupied. :)

ic: Coraman followed her mentor silently into what seemed to be a vast park. The entrance was elaborate and inside, her senses were overwhelmed. Flowers had not bloomed yet yet their perfumes coated the air, dew covered the grass as if creatures of the other realms left signs of their existence, the trees seemed to reach for the cloudy sky offering their prayers to the Creator, and streams were as blue as she never seen before. Her eyes roamed the park as she kept Cairma in her peripheral vision; she was awestruck that such a peaceful place would exist so deep within a vast city. No old hags, no thieves, no guards. Surely this was where the Creator came when the White Tower required a visit from such a supreme being.

They came to a clearing and Cora quickly concealed her awe from Cairma. The woman seemed to be trustworthy but the key words for her was seemed to be. Only time will tell me who she really is. Her mentor sat on the floor and motioned for her to do the same, which she obediantly crossed her legs and lowered herself onto the grass. She looked at Cairma and realized that the woman's eyes were now closed. Her brows furrowed, pondering if she had to do the same.

Rather to get in trouble for not doing what should've been obvious, she closed her eyes although she wanted to soak in this vast place some more. Now she knew where it was, her visits would be frequent. I wonder if Seiaman ever came here. That thought pulled her to the line towards her foster-mother. The woman was apparently a new member of some sort of Guild for Innkeepers, Coraman inquired towards a small symbol that was engraved into the corners of the fireplace mantel. In her young life, there was never any mention of such a Guild; she knew of most of them. She wouldn't even elaborate more on it, just left it as that. Perhaps she could take her drawing to the Library, if she was permitted to go. In the dark of the night while all was quiet, Coraman had snuck downstairs and drew a rough sketch of the symbol for future reference. She didn't know why - but she felt as if it would be the right thing to do.

A grass blade tickled her knee and she moved to brush it aside when Cairma started speaking. She opened her eyes and watched her mentor, eyes still closed and listening intently to her words. For some reason, the creed seemed to closely resemble the street urchin's creed in terms of walking away. The innocence of life - well, she knew a street rat's innocence was destroyed beyond repair at her first theft, her first kill, and her first experience of being violated. Coraman quickly buried the thought and returned her attentions to her mentor."It is not you. Who you shape yourself to become is what will define who you are."

A grim determination entered Coraman's mind set. That was exactly what she wanted to do; a new life with new knowledge. She didn't know anyone except Sirayn, Ginae, and Cairma in this place - all new people, new faces. Anything to be away from the streets of Tar Valon. "Come, tell me what you feel safe in telling me about yourself. What do you hope to achieve here?"

Cora hid her frown, she thought she had answered this question but apparently Cairma had seen that there was a deeper answer than what she had given to Ginae. She gave a half-hearted shrug, "Truth be told - I've no idea. I just want a new beginning - Right now, all I aim to achieve is to learn the lessons of the day and grow. By many, I am a youngling, a sapling but yet I know more than what any of you ever expect me to know." She shrugged again, "What do I want to achieve? I don't know yet. All I do know is that this is a new path for me and I am going to do my bloody best."

She cocked her head at an angle, still looking at Cairma. "Since you are my mentor - ask what you want to know. If I am to trust my life in your hands, then I suppose I can trust you with my words." But if she ever heard an echo of her words coming back to her from other mouths, she would request a new mentor - if that was possible. People with loose tongues ranked very low on her list.

But you love it, Sirayn. All the angst, drama, and battles!! How can you be disturbed by that?? ;)

Sirayn does not equal to Lady Death.

Lady Death = Lady Death, as in the bringer of death, the last vision we see before our heart stops beating and we go limp and our last breath leaves our lungs. Aka Father Time or the Grim Reaper.

Sirayn is Sirayn. If I meant Sirayn as Lady Death, I would've implied it a bit more obviously.

So no - flirting with Sirayn isn't like flirting with Lady Death. Lady Death leaves you dead without a second thought. Sirayn leaves you alive but greatly damaged without second thought.

Seiaman

I would know. Expert talking here. ;)

*trips christine as she runs off*

Holding hands: "Could you reply to my pm and give me some guidance as to what I'm supposed to do?"

*looks around* You are the only flirt around here, Christine. Warders aren't suppose to flirt with anyone but Lady Death, Tower Guards learn that - so technically, you mean trainees flirt since they don't know any better. :-P