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Claire pushed back from her paper-strewn desk with a sigh. The stacks of parchments and even some ancient vellum sheepskins were everywhere; to the uninitiated eye it looked like total chaos. However the disarray had a method in its madness, and Claire could find any small obscure bit of lore the documents contained at will. None of that helps me, of course. Not if the information I seek is not here. She turned in her chair and looked for Selene. The young woman was seated crosslegged on the floor, surrounded by more papers and heavy tomes. Selene seemed to feel Claire's attention upon her; she looked up from the document she was studying and asked, "Is everything all right, Claire?" The ancient Brown smiled, tiny lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. She had a genuine affection for Selene, like that she had for Shaneevae once. Would that I knew where she was. She isn't a Green, to go haring off after adventure and abandon her duty to us. Light, keep her safe. "Nothing that wasn't already wrong, Selene. I've not had any luck finding what we've been looking for. How about yourself? Have you found anything promising?" Selene shook her head no, and Claire clicked her tongue in disappointment. "Well, that's to be expected, I suppose. The ancient ter'angreal the Tower has records of are a paltry few compared to the actual numbers that once existed. Documents decay, and all that they contained becomes lost to us forever." She stood and stretched, hands on the small of her back. The aches and pains of age were becoming hard to ignore of late. Lowering her hands, she channeled briefly to remove the wrinkles from her amber-colored wool dress. Beckoning for Selene to follow, Claire swept out of the room and into the corridor. They were in the halls above the great library of the White Tower, where many of the Brown sisters kept apartments so as not to be far from their work. "Would you run down to the library and get that last batch of documents and books we have not yet checked? Kerida Sedai should have the list handy and can help you find them. I'd do it myself, but going up and down all those stairs doesn't sound like a good idea for me just now." Selene nodded and turned to leave, but Claire caught her by the sleeve. "Get a Novice to help you carry them back here if you need; some of those tomes are quite heavy, if I remember correctly. I will go and speak with Raeyn Sedai, to see if she knows anything that might help us in our search. I should be back in my study by time you return." She smiled thanks at the young woman, who turned and hurried off down the corridor. Claire turned in the opposite direction, and steeled herself to speak with the head of her Ajah. OOC: I'm being purposefully vague about Selene's standing (Accepted or AS), so play it vague as well so we don't interfere with the space-time continuum lol. You don't *have* to get a Novice PC or even NPC to help you, but I thought if you needed to give a chore or feel like helping a Novice finish a chore requirement, you could. <3!
Claire fought the urge to pant as she climbed the spiraling steps towards the Amyrlin's quarters. The exertion paired with carrying the awkward bulkiness of the large book in her arms was putting her in a sour mood. You can refuse to acknowledge the heat all you want but that doesn't change how flaming HOT it is! I am getting too bloody old for this nonsense. For all that Claire had requested this meeting with Shevara, these stairs alone were making her regret the decision. At least she could be assured of a place to sit when she got there. Red Amyrlin or not, Shevara did not seem the kind to make Claire stand to deliver her report. She rounded the last flight of stairs and the ornately carved doors of the Amyrlin's quarters came into view. Claire took a moment to catch her breath at the landing; she tried to straighten her bun, but it was a futile effort. Little wisps of greying dark blonde hair escaped her grasp as always. She pinned the bun back in place with a silver hair pin worked in leaves and let her senses drift towards the chambers ahead of her. She only felt one female channeler, so Shevara was not with her Keeper or another Aes Sedai, at least. That was good; this message needed secrecy. Claire shifted the book awkwardly to her left arm and knocked upon the aged wood, then took a step back to wait. The Amyrlin hurried for no one. Claire al'Windischan Brown Sister