Participants: Jaice, Coliena, Severan, Kyra, Morillin, Mestoph, Zarniel, Raechel.

Background: After managing to meet with two of the Aes Sedai in the arriving party, Jaice still had not seen Coliena Sedai, to whom she still felt guilty for the episode in the Ter'angreal room. Imagine, a student just disappearing like that! But Jaice was soon to get her wish, and Coliena was soon to get a surprise.

Setting: Common Room: Silver Star Inn, Cairhien

Coliena is sitting at the small table near the stairs, sipping on some tea. She seems to be about to carry on a conversation with the man at the table with her, Severan, but she looks up, lips quirking into a smile as she sees the young woman enter. After a moment of just looking she inclines her head and them makes a small motion with her tea cup toward the empty chair.

Jaice, by the door, only inclines her head slightly in affirmation of Coliena's wordless invitation, and begins to weave her way between the crowded evening tables to settle herself comfortably on the indicated chair. Resting tattooed hands on the tabletop, she keeps her voice to a low murmur. "Good even, Coliena Sedai. And... the Entertainer, as I recall?" The last time Jaice talked to this man was her very first day at the Tower; years ago, now. "I am afraid I do not remember the name."

Severan sips a glass of red wine, setting it down and glancing over his shoulder as he follows Coliena's gaze. He arches a brow and smiles at Jaice.

Severan smirks. "Quite alright. Severan Kaiz, at your service." He maintains an unassuming air in the two women's presence.

Coliena looks Jaice over carefully, taking a sip before responding in a soft voice, "It is good to see you again, Jaice..." She smiles softly at Severan before looking back at the wayward Accepted, "Morillin Sedai left a note saying that you were well. I am glad to see that myself."

Jaice's next words are hesitant, as though she has put much thought into the matter but doesn't quite know how to form them. "I... am sorry for any distruption this incident may have caused you, Coliena Sedai. I did try to get word to the Tower the fastest way I knew how." There is a pensive look to those blue eyes, and as she finishes she shifts her gaze from the Aes Sedai to the man beside her, curious.

Severan glances up at Jaice and, seeing her curious glance, takes a sip of wine before the smirk on his face can fully form. He takes a rather long sip before setting his glass down.

Coliena gives her head a shake, "You are well. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. You could not have known what would happen. That you are well is a blessing enough." She smiles down at her tea and mutters absently, "And besides, I learned a good deal more on ter'angreal than I'd known before."

"That makes two of us," Jaice mutters, glancing across to try to attract the serving maid's attention.

As the serving maid brings Jaice her drink, the blue-robed Accepted turns back to the two of you. "Morillin Sedai was rather inquisitive yesterday... I do not know how much she told you of my report to her."

Coliena gives her head a shake, looking down into her tea and speaking softly, "I haven't... spoken to her since we arrived. Her note did not say much at all."

Severan listens politely to the conversation. His expression darkens as the Red is mentioned, but he refrains from any verbal sentiment.

Jaice nods slowly, her hands shifting the glass back and forth on the table. "She wrote it before we went back to the Moderal Residence. She was surprisingly -nice-, actually. For her, I mean." Her brows furrow a bit as though bewildered, then shakes her head. It doesn't seem to occur to her that it might not be right to speak of an Aes Sedai's typical disposition. "At any rate, given the news we gave her, I am under the impression the trip back will be soon." That comes out more like a question.

Coliena takes a sip on her tea, frowning softly, "I will have to hear what this information is myself before I can make that desision. Severan does have to return shortly though. I was hoping to get a look inside the Royal Library, and there is still the ... other thing, but since you were first prority on this trip, and we found you, I assume we should be heading back soon." She sounds very thoughtful, as if talking to herself.

"Ah... well, there might be some haste needed; though if I am right there is a faster way back that's almost finished." Jaice seems evasive here, or slightly uncomfortable, though her unreadable expression never changes in the slightest. "I was there for Trelaine's foretelling, and we found a link to it here." Her voice lowered now, Jaice continues in a quiet murmur. "Maeve and I stumbled onto a tavern called the Leaning Ladder; across from it was an Antique store, and inside that was a copy of a letter to someone in Tar Valon and a small square cube, a ter'angreal. From what it seems... it'll stop the trouble there." The young woman fails to mention of course, what this faster way back is, or how she and Maeve happened to just walk into this store and take what they needed.

Severan now listens intently. Despite Jaice's low tone, his eyes search the room for anyone else who might be interested in the conversation.

Coliena blinks, looking into her tea, and then breaks into a huge smile, "Here we thought you may need help, and you seem to be the best prepared of us all. You even supply us with the second thing we were here to search for." She chuckles a few times, finding it quite humorous.

Mestoph enters from the stableyard removing his cloak in one swift motion, then hanging it on a near by peg. He glances about the room taking his time to notice the details of his surroundings.

Zarniel comes down the steps with a sigh, stretching lightly as he reaches the bottom and peers about the room.

Mestoph stands at the door and coutinues to look around. As he does so he slips off his gloves, folding them, then hangs them from his belt. He small smile appears as he notices Zarniel and the man nods in a friendly manner in his direction.

Zarniel sighs lightly as he eyes glance around the room, sliding from person to person as he walks to the bar, a small grin on his face.

Zarniel reaches the bar, and quickly orders a pot of herbal tea, then turns to look at the other inhabitants. Returning a small nod and grin to Mestoph, he looks towards the occupied table, and eyebrow raising for a moment. As the barmaid returns with his pot of tea, he lightly rubs his eyes with thumb and forefinger, and lightly shakes his head, turning to his tea.

At your table, Jaice blinks surprisedly at the ageless woman across the table, her gaze narrowing. "So it has gotten worse, then? Morillin Sedai wouldn't say."

Zarniel slowly fills his cup, with a hand that posseses a small shiver, then slowly raises it to his lips as he gestures towards Mestoph inquiringly.

At your table, Coliena takes a sip on her tea as she respond softly. "Tensions are rising between the city, and the Tower, which can be expected. But with this cube that you speak of, the problems that are plagueing them will end."

At your table, Severan smirks, taking another sip of wine. "And well they might. Of course, much of the damage might be avoided if certain Illuminators would refrain from attempting to give displays."

At your table, the slender Atha'an Miere woman nods slowly, taking short sips of her drink. She seems even over-casual, but a closer look might reveal the way she's watching the room through half-closed eyes. "Maeve and I took the letter and the cube; the man, in his letter, spoke of 'problems' should the parts of the ter'angreal he sold be separated, and said he had this other that he'd aquired. He also said the whole thing melts together when rejoined."

Zarniel slowly takes a seat on the nearest stool, one arm propped relaxingly on the table, the other shaking slightly as he holds his cup near his lips. He slowly peers around the room nonchalantly.

At your table, Coliena nods, taking another sip before speaking again. "That will be great for research. I hope that you will allow me to see this letter soon, so that I may write down what it involved."

Morillin pushes through the door, exiting the stableyard.

At your table, Jaice says, "It is back at the Moderal Residence, with the cube and the frames."

Severan stands and leaves Small Table near stairs.

The door opens, allowing the statuesque figure of Morillin to sweep into the common room with a soft rustle of silk. Giving her shawl an absent hitch, she scans the room quickly as she pauses near the door.

At your table, Coliena glances up at Jaice and raises an eyebrow, frowning softly. "Frames?"

Zarniel glances towards the new woman in the room with a slightly raised eyebrow and quickly finishes off the rest of the tea, setting it on the bar along with a deep breath.

At your table, Jaice seems about to explain, but as the door opens she takes in the red-robed woman and says instead, "Perhaps Morillin Sedai should tell that bit."

Morillin moves towards Jaice and Coliena after a moment, gliding around people and furniture without really noticing either. "Sister," she murmurs in greeting as she reaches their table. "Jaice. Light illumine you both."

Coliena glances up at Morillin, some tension showing, then she smooths it away into a smile, "Good day, Sister."

Morillin says "May I join you?"

Coliena nods toward the chair that Severan had recently departed from, "Of course, have a seat."

Jaice shifts to the chair Severan had left, leaving the closest for Morillin to sit upon. "I was just telling of the cube, Aes Sedai." Carefully chosen words, indeed. "I had not yet told the rest... erm. I thought perhaps you would like to tell that bit." Obviously Jaice is a bit uncomfortable with relaying all this news herself.

Raechel comes in from outside. She sighs as she looks round the room.

Mestoph finding nothing of great intrest to him, he turns around and steps outside the room, almost bumping into Raechel, "My apologies" he says quickly and goes on his way.

Mestoph walks through the oak door, exiting the inn.

Zarniel turns his attention back to the bar for a moment, quickly refilling his glass with a sigh, then turns and watches the women at the table in the corner of his eye. When he sees Raechel enter he bows his head deeply, "M'lady."

Morillin inclines her head, then settles herself at the table. She gives Jaice a faint smile as she twitches her skirts into place. "If I can add anything else."

Morillin sits down at Small Table near stairs.

Morillin gives Raechel a small nod as she notices the other woman.

Raechel curtsies when she sees the Aes Sedai. She seems very depressed though and so she heads for the bar where the tender promptly starts pouring her some tea.

Coliena leans forward a little, taking another sip. She appears intent to listen, one hand itching slightly, as if wanted to grab a pen and paper, but she refrains from the urge. She spares no one else in the room a glance, looking between the two at her table.

At your table, Morillin looks from Jaice to Coliena, before speaking quietly. "What have you told her, Jaice?"

Zarniel raises his hand to whomever takes Raechel's order, "Her drink is on me." he nods lightly, bowing his head slowly to Raechel as he returns to his drink.

Raechel looks over to Zarniel. Gosh he's a nice guy...at least to her so she forces a smile for him.

Jaice clears her throat, her gaze shifting from Coliena to Morillin. "Only about the cube, Aes Sedai."

Zarniel returns a small nod to Raechel, "I cannot sit and watch a saddened woman buy her own drink." he says, sipping at his own tea as his glance strays to the women at the table once again, a sigh escaping from him.

Kyra pushes through the door, exiting the stableyard.

Coliena finally seems to notice the man sighing at them and frowns thoughtfully.

Raechel smiles and nods her head. "Yer very nice. One of these days that's goin ta pay off for you." Raechel sips on her tea

At your table, Morillin nods slowly, turning to Coliena. "It seems the girls have found exactly what we need, sister. They may also, as my note said, have a way to return us all to Tar Valon far more quickly than we might otherwise be able to acheive."

Zarniel shrugs lightly at her words, "I just do my duty M'lady." he says, turning his head at the sound of footsteps entering the room.

Kyra's strides into the common room displaying some vague annoyance at something or other, staff thumping along the wood of the floor. She's heading straight for the stairs when she spots familiar faces - and not ones she's seen following her around the city either.

Zarniel peers at the woman, trying to take her in for a moment, and gives a deep bow of his head at any glance given towards himself.

At your table, Coliena blinks then nods thoughtfully. "I must have overlooked that part of the note, though Jaice herself has told me of it." She glances over her shoulder, hearing the staff and smiles, nodding her head, "Sister."

Zarniel sighs, blinking his eyes quickly a few times as he returns them to the bar, issueing forth a deep breath which nearly becomes a sigh.

If Jaice shows any discomfort at being surrounded by yet another Aes Sedai she doesn't show it; except there's a slight tightening of her lips, and her gaze drops to her drink once again. She stays silent, for now; she's told this story enough, and she's more than happy to let Morillin fill in the details.

Pursing her lips at the potential change in destination, Kyra takes the opportunity to nod pleasantly enough around the room. But it's the Window Table she directs her primary attention to. "Peace favour you." She takes up a stance nearby but doesn't sit just yet.

At your table, Morillin gives Kyra a small nod as she says something softly to Coliena. "The ter'angreal which they managed to produce might be sufficient to the task....unfortunately, we do not know if it will transport us all, or if it will even work as it should. Jaice seems to believe it is linked to the one in the Tower, but if it is not..." She shrugs, apparently unconcerned. "I have no idea what might happen."

At your table, Coliena blinks rapidly, "'Ter'angreal they managed to produce?' You mean find... right?" Her voice sounds strained, unbelieving, and almost... excited. She reaches for her book and pen in her pouch now, almost spilling her tea with the haste.

At your table, Morillin gives Jaice a tight-lipped stare for a moment, before looking back to Coliena. "No, sister. It appears Jaice and Maeve were able to create a ter'angreal. A replica of the one which brought her here."

At your table, Jaice shakes her head. "The one that was linked to the Tower, the one I arrived with, was damaged. Someone took it for a real picture frame. Later... Maeve and I discovered we could 'see' into it. And we... well... tried to copy it."

Kyra crosses her arms with her staff nestled in the crook of one elbow. For the moment she's just listening and watching.

Zarniel pulls lightly at his choker, almost chuckling for a moment at a thought. As the bartender makes his way near, Zarniel slides him a few coins to pay for his and Raechel's tea.

Coliena mouth falls open and she looks /very/ excited. Her hands shake as she tries to jot down a few things in her book, almost spilling the tea again. Then she chuckles softly, like an excited child, the light in her eyes as bright as it can get. Finally she says loudly between chuckles, "This is... remarkable! I... I..." She looks at Jaice as if she wants to sweep the Sea Folk girl into a hug. She quickly calms herself, taking a few breaths. "This is quite interesting. I can not wait to study on it."

Morillin gives her sister a wry look, the corners of her mouth quirking with amusement. "I agree, it is quite remarkable. And quite fortuitous."

"Ah... well." Jaice swallows, not looking terribly confident in what 'study on it' means. Herself and Maeve, or the ter'angreal? "At any rate, it should make the trip to Tar Valon rather... quick, and then, ah, the city can be, well, fixed." Is Jaice sweating?

Kyra chuckles from her position, her annoyed matter not quite dispelled but at least far more hidden - the conversation she is merely observing the culprit of that. Fortuitous indeed.

At your table, Morillin gives Jaice a small frown. "It might be best if you keep your voice down, child. We do not want to spawn a thousand rumours through carelessness, do we?"

If Jaice could say what's on her mind, she'd likely mention the thousand rumours already spread about the individuals sitting at this very table. But she merely nods, her quick glance sweeping over the others in the room.

Coliena starts to jot in her book, speaking in a soft mutter of excited whispers to herself. She mutters to herself, "This... two... /NO/ two thousand... Oh... must get everything..." She starts to jot quickly then says to Jaice, "Later, you must tell me everything."

At your table, Kyras' chuckle resonates a little more loudly than the polite ones she's been uttering so far. "What and add a thousand more to the hundred thousand already floating about?"

Raechel sips at her tea. She looks over at the people sittin at the table and sees um. She bites her lip in frustration. The creator gave her a bum wrap. Drink your tea Raechel.

At your table, Morillin leans forward, resting slim hands on the table and seeming to speak with some urgency. "Coliena, sister... for the moment, we have more to concern us than what these two girls have done. The Amyrlin will want to know what we have found, I believe, unless you intend for us to leave as soon as we can test the ter'angreal." She glances at Kyra, and nods to her after a moment as if conceding the other woman's point.

Zarniel finishes off the last bit of tea in his cup, the slowly glances around at the room's inhabitants yet again. His attention finally falls upon the woman at the bar not far from him. He lays his hand flat against the table and speaks out lightly, "Is everything going well for you, M'lady?"

Jaice's glance to Kyra might almost be taken as amused if that weren't so contrary to how she typically acts toward Aes Sedai... but she only nods to Coliena's words, her expression turning more somber. Light knows what all this would come out to mean. "Of course, Aes Sedai."

Raechel just shakes her head to Zarniel. clearly frustrated.

Zarniel merely nods his head lightly with a somber face, as if he somewhat understands and wishes not to upset her any further.

Raechel silently thanks Zarniel and goes back to her tea. Gosh she sure can make that lttle cup last for a while.

At your table, Kyra ventures an opinion at mention of the Amyrlin, "The sooner we get back to Tar Valon and set things right again, the better we might serve her. If a message can be sent ahead of our coming, by all means do that, but we should make haste."

Morillin nods as Kyra speaks. "I agree. We dare not waste more time here than is necessary."

Zarniel gives Raechel a small smile before returning to his own thoughts, eyes glancing periodically towards the full table. He rubs his mustache idly in thought, hand shaking slightly.

At your table, Jaice is mostly silent through this conversation, but as the three Aes Sedai turn their words toward how to possibly send a message she hesitantly speaks up once again. "I am not sure how long it took for my last message to arrive at the Tower. Ahem. But I think it was a few hours. Another could be sent; but unless someone here is better at illusion than I, I can only send messages of perhaps three to five words."

At your table, Morillin sighs quietly. "I will be of little help, then. My Talents lie in other directions. Five words should be enough, however, if they are properly chosen."

At your table, Coliena glances down at her book, frowning thoughtfully, "Make haste, you say. One of the greatest discovers since the Breaking, and you still wish to make haste..." She closes her eyes, as if something is bothering her.

At your table, Morillin gives Coliena a level look. "Would you care to make another discovery, sister? Such as, perhaps, how long it takes for that ter'angreal in the Tower to rip Tar Valon apart? If so, by all means, let us dawdle here while you satisfy your curiosity."

At your table, Kyra lowers her voice for the table only. "There'll be plenty of time once Tar Valon is set at peace to examine your discoveries Sister. Unless you'd rather deal with chaos upon returning if we tarry too long." Just a reminder. Back to Jaice she says, "Send your message, a simple one will suffice."

At your table, Jaice clears her throat again, though somehow manages to maintain that placid expression. She makes every effort to pretend as though she isn't hearing the argument going on around her. "I had never tried to send one so far before the one Raemira received; that time, Maeve linked with me. I do think I could do it alone, but... I am not sure how well I would walk afterward." A small smile echos on those words, showing the half-jest for what it is. "I may require some assistance."

Jaice adds, "It would have a better chance of reaching its destination."

At your table, Kyra nods with a shrug. "Then assistance is yours, Jaice."

At your table, Morillin nods briskly. "We will help, child, of course. I would like to see how you manage it, in any case."

Coliena's fist clenches around the pen in her hand, "I do not want to see that anymore than you." Suddenly she closes the book before her, almost slamming it closed, "Whenever you think the way back is ready, Jaice, we will leave. It shall be quicker than if we walk all the way." She sounds strained, then moves to stand, "I feel it would be best if I left at the moment. I can not help much in what you need to do, Jaice, I apologize." She tucks the book into her arm and stands up.

At your table, Jaice nods. "It is the project I have been working on these last years. It uses the weather talent, though... ah. Sometimes the message brings some weather with it." There had been rumours of dampness in Maeve's room before she left, but who knew it was the result of an unexpected shower? "Is there somewhere more appropriate to work?"

Zarniel notes the woman standing and strays his eyes in her direction inquiringly.

Raechel looks over at the ranting Sedai

Morillin lifts an eyebrow at Coliena.

Coliena turns and walks toward the stable yard, not the stairs. Odd. Coliena walks through the oak door, exiting the inn.

Zarniel watches the woman leave, then returns to his own thoughts.

At your table, Morillin turns back to her table even before Coliena leaves. "More appropriate? One of our rooms, I suppose, unless you need to be outdoors."

Jaice shakes her head. "So long as there is a window." Her gaze lingers curiously after Coliena as she departs.

Kyra resorts back to her upright lounging and listening.

Morillin glances at Kyra. "Shall we go upstairs, then?"

With a raised hand towards the stairs, Kyra silently motions for the others to precede her.

Morillin rises from her seat and moves to the stairs.

Zarniel watches the group leave, silently.

The three go upstairs to Kyra's room.

Morillin loops her shawl over her arms, absently fingering the red fringe as she waits quietly.

Jaice walks to the window, pushing the shutters open with a soft clacking of wood on wood. As she turns to the two of you, the soft glow of Saidar surrounds her. "What message would you like sent, Aes Sedai?" It seems her attention is half on you, half on studying the clouds above.

"Five words at most you say?" Kyra asks as she makes her way to a likely looking chair. The staff leans on the wall nearby. "What about 'Solution found. Returning quickly.'?" Four words accompanied by a glance towards Morillin for either suggestion or confirmation.

Morillin inclines her head slightly. "It should do."

Jaice presses her lips, studying the floor thoughtfully. "It shouldn't take more than... two days, most, to finish the ter'angreal. When it is triggered the travel will be instantaneous, as far as I can tell. It took two weeks to get here? Hrm. 'Solution found -- returning two days'? Or does it not matter if she knows when?"

Morillin gives her head a small shake. "Seeing as the Amyrlin cannot suspect we have a ter'angreal here to return us so quickly, that may simply confuse her. If she believes the message was somehow garbled, she may simply grow more anxious. I think it enough to tell her we are returning quickly."

"Hrm." Jaice nods, focuses on the clouds above for another minute then turns back to the two of you. Likely she finds it difficult to get her mind around the image of an anxious Amyrlin. "All right. I am ready to take the link, if you are."

Without further ado, feeling that further discussion is unnecessary, Kyra marches right up to the brink of the Source then nods for readiness.

Morillin holds herself on the brink of embracing saidar as she steps closer to Jaice, peering out the window curiously for a moment before nodding.

[Channeling] Jaice, having already embraced the Source, mentally 'reaches' with the power for first Morillin, then Kyra, forming a link with them both. The glow about her extends, widens, to envelope all three women.

To (Jaice, Kyra), Morillin pages: As the link is formed, you can both sense a vague anxiety which seems to be coming from Mori.

You paged Morillin and Kyra with 'A feeling of weariness is coming from Jaice, but behind that, tension, both in spirit and through her neck and shoulders; likely from strain of recent events.'.

The annoyance that was faintly evident on Kyra's mind at her arrival earlier is still very much a part of her current mindset. It is currently assuaged by the presence of the Power, presenting a calm capability despite anything else she may be thinking.

Morillin absently rubs her hands over her skirts, her gaze rather unfocused as it shifts from Jaice to Kyra, quickly.

Turning toward the window, Jaice kneels to begin her work. She knows better than to stand; she almost fell down the last time. The evening twilight in the sky above stains the clouds orange-red, despite their almost permanent grey look from so much rain. Intricate weaves begin to form themselves before her, both your strengths making the work easier but no less delicate. First, a simple illusion is woven of spirit and set aside; Jaice has no Talent in this -- if she had she might very well be able to read a book over the breeze -- but for a few simple words, it suffices. Once that is tied off, a second weave of Spirit, almost like a ward placed bubble-like around the first, is tuned to the distinct and powerful feel of Raemira.

Morillin's attention flickers to the flows as they are woven, studying them carefully. Her hands never cease their restless motions over her skirts, however, and she seems completely unaware of what they are doing.

Having nothing else to do once Jaice controls the link, Kyra decides to turn to a curious examination of Jaice's work. That tuning looks and feels familiar, related to something else she's done. As for Illusion, well, Atalanta has a better handle on that than she.

Jaice works then to weave the weather; and this she does as efficiently and as naturally as though she had been doing it most of her life. Thick cables of Air and Water snake from her, meshing and interweaving together to form a deceptively intricate, complex combination. Yet it seems that is the easiest part; for glancing upward, Jaice sends this waist-thick cable into the air, so high that the other end fades from sight. Above, the weave splits into fine fragments, joining and gently nudging the natural weather pattern over the city so the weave becomes another part of the whole system. Finally, almost as an afterthought, a hook is placed on the weave just before her, and to this she attaches the woven bundle of Spirit.

A faint tightness appears at the corners of Morillin's eyes as the Power continues to flow through her, her lips slowly compressing as she watches silently.

Fascinating - that's what Kyra's thinking through the link as she continues to ride the flows of Power surging through her but not in her control. She's content enough to do that apparently - something in her manner suggests that the discomfort has long been shoved into something more manageable.

Jaice finishes off the weave, and the clouds above shift as the newly formed wind pushes them toward Tar Valon. With a sigh, Jaice releases your links, and then, slumping to prop herself against the wall, she releases Saidar, as well.

Morillin's shoulders sag as the link suddenly dissolves. A moment later, she releases the Source with a quiet sigh. "Remarkable," she murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Concern raises Kyra's hand to extend towards the spent Accepted. "You need to get yourself to bed young lady," she quips with a hint of joking mothering in her voice. "That's quite a weave you created. Useful too."

"At first I couldn't manage it without sending a shower along with it," Jaice says with a weary smile, chuckling under her breath. "I only wish I could make them longer."

Morillin adjusts her shawl, slowly rewrapping it around her shoulders. "As your strength matures, you will be able to do more. And you can already do a great deal."

Kyra nods in agreement, hand still extended towards the Accepted - companionable - should she need it. "Time and practice. It's more successful than the weaves I developed for my project. And tested too." She's already risen, having already stepped out of Saidar when the others did.

Morillin chuckles wryly. "You too, sister? I never tested my project, either. Be thankful you know your weaves work, Jaice."

Jaice gets to her feet with Kyra's helpful assistance, and can't help but smile wryly at your words. "Oh, I managed to send them around the Tower; it took a while before the 'trigger' idea struck. For about a week every novice thought the Tower was haunted because they were all hearing whispering voices." A pale glance toward the window, and she nods. "But... I suppose, if anything, these were good testing grounds." Her next look takes in Kyra. "But your weaves were to fight off Darkhounds, were they not, Aes Sedai? Weather may be dangerous when not woven properly, but not quite so dangerous as that."

Kyra grins easily. "Call it a fault of ambition and overzealousness. But it will be tested to some extent someday." The wink she gives gives some indication that the vow has more truth to it than the jest she takes it for now.

Morillin eyes Kyra with an appraising manner, eyebrows twitching at Jaice's words.

Kyra lifts a shoulder nonchalantly. "Weather can wreak as much power as the creatures of the Dark, though its intent is not nearly so focused. Weather may kill you but only as a passing 'thought', if you will. Darkhounds and Draghkar are intent on death."

"Precisely why I would not want to test my project on them without a small army in between," Jaice says with weary amusement.

Morillin snorts quietly. "With luck, none of us will ever face such things."

Kyra laughs, sharing that amusement. "Yes, one must have contingency plans. With luck and with Light. I'd rather be prepared for the possiblity and have it be for naught than be caught unawares."

Morillin plucks at her shawl and shrugs in reply.

"I don't know," Jaice responds with a quiet sigh. "I thought that once. And Light willing, they will eventually be done away with altogether. But... that said, I suppose I would rather it be me than some poor person who's got no chance." She peers once more into the sky, nods to herself, and looks to you both questioningly. "I take it I am permitted to stay at the Moderal Residence while the ter'angreal is being worked on?"

Morillin says "I imagine so, child, yes. Better than paying for a room here."

Kyra nods too. "I don't see a problem with that, though Maeve is still a curiosity to me. At least in terms of the Tower." More specifically, she refains from saying for the moment.

Jaice frowns slightly, a mere creasing of her lips. One might think she isn't terribly sure of where Maeve stands in that respect either, and it troubles her. "Well. It is good being able to work with her again; as I told Morillin Sedai, I do not think either of us would have gotten anywhere alone." She focuses on the floor a minute, a thoughtful frown to her brows. This being called 'child' again would take some getting used to.

Morillin smiles for a moment, coolly. "Perhaps Maeve has a use after all," she says quietly. "If you will both excuse me, I am going to retire for the evening."

(missed Kyra's pose here in the edit. Oops! Something about how Jaice had better rest or something.)

Jaice nods wearily, starting toward the door. "Thank you, Kyra Sedai." Friends as Accepted or not, Jaice is always more than professional with Aes Sedai. You never know when they'll change their mind. "Perhaps I will see you tomorrow." With that, she steps slowly toward the door.