Tsuiko closes the door behind her and turns towards you. "Tell me why you fear the Trainees so much?"

Angharad spins at Tsuiko, forgetting all of her manners again. "I don't -fear- them, Aes Sedai," she says with acidic words. "They're a lot of incompetants. And I'm not about to let Darial see any failurings I might have. The man is far too much a nuisance as it is."

Angharad blinks, and grumbles, turning around again, looking away from Tsuiko to cover any blush that would show up being the red of anger in her face. "Ah.. then what happened when you dissapeared with one of those Trainees? You were lucky that you were not cast out."

Angharad frowns, then turns back to Tsuiko, her eyes narrowed. "How in the bloody Light was I to know I could Travel? All I bloody knew was that a Fade was ready to slice Feris in two. A fine bloody lesson that turned out to be! Then next thing I knew, I yanked him backwards, he was so frozen in fear, then we were in a forest, and I was more sick than I'd ever been in my life. The two months that we spent in the Cairhien wilderness were a nightmere. The man didn't know how to do a bloody thing except fish, and we only cam across one river!" Oh yes, Angharad has much bitterness in her about this experience. "When we finally made it to the city of Cairhien itself, and found Dallia and a group of students there, I thought I'd kiss their very feet, if I didn't wring Feris' neck first."

Tsuiko nods and offers a smile towards you. "Do you not understand how much stronger that has made you?" Oh yes, this girl has no idea about what true terror is. "But you do not have to curtsy to them."

Angharad frowns at the floor. "I know how much that has changed me. But it doesn't mean I'm going to go around coddling the Trainees when they're the ones who are incompetant. Especially that abominable Darial!" Then Angahrad blinks, looking up. "I... I don't?" Angharad sighs in relief, and curtsies again, "Thank you, Aes Sedai." Angharad actually seems to mean that.

Tsuiko reaches out with her hand. "But do not lump all the Traines in one group dear.. unless you intend to be a Red, you may have to bond one, one day."

Angharad hmmpfs. "If I need to bond a man, he'll at least have reached some level of competency by that time. -IF- I need to bond one. I've no plans for it at all!" Tsuiko laughs softly.. "So you hate men so much, eh?" Her eyes twinkle.

Angharad purses her lips, shaking her head. "No, I just don't see a need for them. I can take care of myself." So she says, at least.

Tsuiko grins.. "Yes, of course you can."

Angharad frowns at Tsuiko. "Forgive me, but are you mocking me, Aes Sedai?"

Tsuiko shakes her head and smiles.. "I am not.." She nods her head.. "Have a good day.."

Angharad frowns after the Aes Sedai and gives a begrudging curtsey. Light, how did she get into this mess. "Um, Aes Sedai, can I have the ledger back, please."

Tsuiko looks over her shoulder and hands out the book towards you.. "HEre."

Angharad takes the book and nods. "If you will excuse me now, Aes Sedai...." Angharad pats the book. "I need to go through this some more, to be certain I haven't missed anything. Then I need to catch up on my Old Tongue readings..." Angharad rubs her head, "Then I have to see if I can find more references to Travelling in the older books... Light, there's too much to do."

Angharad grumbles as she walks down the ramp. She pauses to give Neiran a curtsey, then continues on as she grumbles.

Practice Yard: White Tower, Tar Valon

The practice yard appears to loom before you, lined in a perfect square by various tall shrubs and hedges. You'll notice that the center of the practice grounds is cleared of any grass or trees, forming a hard, packed-dirt arena. By the barracks, you'll notice several stands holding various practice weapons for the Trainees to use during their training sessions. There is also a rack holding various forms of armor, used to help protect those within a session.

Snow appears to cover the ground, though there is an area cleared for the trainees to practice in, to acclimate them to all weather conditions in their training. This area appears to be a bustle of activity as Trainees and Gaidin travel back and forth between the barracks and the courtyard, or as several lessons can be witnessed between student and master. Several Novices can be seen peeking into the practice area watching the training sessions when they should be off doing their chores or lessons.

There are two exits out of the practice grounds. One exit leads into the barracks which house the guards, Trainees and Warders. The other exit leads out into the courtyard of the Tower grounds.

Darial bows to his trainer, but his gaze keeps travelling to the girl standing to one side. A steady flush steals up his cheeks.

Sari's gaze continues to be fixed on her brother, swinging his sword about not to far from her. She barely notices anyone else.

Angharad slinks into the practice yard, looking behind her, rather than in front of her. With a sigh, Angharad leans against a wall, then looks around the yard. In general, Angharad gives a curtsey, glaring at a few Trainees who dare stare at her. She can be here, really, she can! Clutching a book close to her chest, Angharad walks around the wall of the yard, until she finds an appropriate place to sit or lean, so she can look over the book.

Darial is doubly distracted now, gaze wandering to Angharad. He watches as she curtseys, looking amused. "Ate a lemon this morning," he murmurs before returning his attention to his trainer. The rap on his knuckles helps him focus.

Angharad stops and gives Darial a burning glare. "Pay attention to your trainer, Inductee," she growls inhis direction. Angharad is in a more angry mood than usual today. Flipping the book open angrily, Angharad begins looking through it, page by page.

Alisa feels amusement as the trainee distraction has caused him some pain. Ignoring the would be tavern wench she forgets about the spars in front of her and makes her way over towards the Accepted moving with that steady efficient gait she always uses.

Darial blocks a spar by his trainer and offers a grin to Angharad. "Because you say so, Accepted," he bows, then gets rapped again, this time on the knee.

Angharad growls back at Darial. "Maybe I should stay longer," she taunts back. "That way you'd get the beating you deserve." Then Angharad's eyes catch the movement of the Aes Sedai coming towards her. Angharad's face grows red, it's not a blush, it's anger, and she's trying to keep it down. Not another Aes Sedai today! Quickly, Angharad curtsies in greeting. "Aes Sedai..." she comments as the woman approaches.

Darial parries two more thrusts, then spots Sari again. Distraction upon distraction, and he gets the flat side of the practice sword across his backside. "It's not nearly as painful as the rough side of your tongue," he directs at Angharad.

Alisa says calmly looking the accepted over carefully as if pondering an impromptu inspection. "He seems to have put you out of sorts child. I would know why you believe he is deserving of a beating, besides being male of course."

Angharad gives Darial a glare, then turns back to Alisa. "I believe, Aes Sedai, that he lives to torment me. He certainly acts like it." Then Angharad nods, "And that is besides his being ... male."

Darial parries three times, then four, then catches a blow with no distraction at all. At least, no distraction unless he's listening to Angharad. But why would he do that?

Alisa nods "i see well one would think since he is acting so like a child it is his way of showing affection. But men are so unpredictable who can say for sure. Exactly how does he torment you?"

Rhynne comes through the Courtyard entrance of the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.

Angharad colors even more in anger at the thought of Darial showing affection, then she shakes her head. "The man has absolutely no respect. It's nothing but hot air, and flaunts it in my face. I'm working on my temper, Aes Sedai, and I admit on making imporvements since my days as a nvice, but this ... boy seems to make matters worse." Angharad grumbles and looks away from Alisa, and Darial, then pales as she sees Rhynne, with a sigh, and a blush, Angharad curtsies to the Novice.

Darial catches the curtsy, even though it means another swat across the arm. He grins openly before remembering to parry another thrust.

Tsuiko comes through the Courtyard entrance of the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.

Angharad paling? And curtsying to her?? Rhynne quirks a brow at this as she enters the practice yard. She glances about at the small gathering.

Darial gets yet another swat as he tries to bow to Tsuiko and parry the latest thrust. At this rate he'll be nothing but bruises.

Sari looks up from her vigil on her brother just to notice the gaggle of people that have entered the practice yard. She smiles brightly and continues to watch Niastri.

Angharad would laugh, if she wasn't so angered by the whole situation. Angharad curtsies as she stands next to a tree, Alisa at her side. Then she turns, giving a glare to Darial, who is busy getting smaked by his trainer. As Angharad's eyes start to move back toward Rhynne who just walked into the practice yard, Angharad frowns at Sari. More appropriately, at Sari's appearal.

Alisa nods "yes it is good that you are working on your failings child. Calm is required for absolute control of the One power. And for such things as this. " Surrendering to embrace of Saidar it filling her the way no man very will, the glow springs up around her. "You she child the gaidin are tools , valued tools but tools none the less. There just is to protect us by any means possible including thier life. " Quickly forming a flow of air she shapes it and sends it out towards Darial's butt to deliver a hearty pinch.

Darial yelps and whirls around, getting knocked in the head hard enough to send him reeling. He shakes his head a few time to clear it, then glares at Angharad.

Alisa says somewhat loudly "Distraction kills you and your sedai boy. While you are not important she is. remember that next time."

Sari watches with great interest as the Sedai lectures the young man. Interesting. She wonders if Niastri goes through the same thing...he practices so hard.

"And using the power to tease them is any better, Sister?" Ko moves into the yard now and looks over at Alisa. "And Gaidin are just as important as we are. For even with the power you would not be able to defeat all the troops." Darial flushes darkly, a bruise forming just over his left eye. "Yes, Aes Sedai," he bows.

Angharad arches an eyebrow at Darial, putting on hand on her hip as she holds the book with her other hand. Defiant, and angry, and bitter. Gee, Angharad is such a pleasent person. Turning back to Alisa, Angharad smirks. Then, as Tsuiko approaches, Angharad frowns again, backing out of the way. This is going to be a lovely conversation. Not knowing what else to do, Angharad just glares at Darial.

Alisa says confidently "the pinch could has easily been a b low from another opponent or an arrow. This is a conversation for another time I have patients to checkon." With that she strides out of the yard on her way to her true home the infirmary.

Alisa passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.

Well, Rhynne appears a little lost as to what's going on here..but amused nonetheless. She grins a bit as she walks over to observe from one of the benches. Who knows--more sparring matches might take place here soon.

Tsuiko looks over at Alisa.. "I assure you that it will continue, Sister." She turns to the others.. "Next time I see any Sedai abusing or talking down to any Trainee or Gaidin, any novice or Accepted in the area not defending our brothers will be held responsible by me...a nd I will let Weste know about it."

Darial turns his attention back to his trainer with a quiet apology. He stands at ready for the next hit.

Angharad curtsies as the Aes Sedai leaves. Interesting woman, that Aes Sedai. Then she turns and frowns at Tsuiko. "Aes Sedai, you can't be serious. I didn't have a chance... and.." Angharad clamps her mouth shut. She's not about to admit the thought crossed her mind. Light! Defending Darial! That's worse than defending the Dark One!

Sari stops watching Niastri and looks at the others in the practice yard. She chuckles a bit as a young man is chided/reprimanded by an Aes Sedai Standing near by. Though I don't expect it to happen.

Tsuiko looks over at Sari and smiles.. "Ah why, one from the sea.." She troddles over.. "Are you Athan'Miere, mdear?"

Sari smiles. "I have traveled with the Sea Folk, yes madame." She nods. "But I make my home in Mayene."

Not entirely sure of the scene she's observing here, Rhynne is sure of one thing--if Darial is anywhere near Angharad, there's bound to be trouble, knowing what she knows. For once, it's not her that is taking heat for her actions. The new trainee gets a little grin and shake of her head, then Sari's noticed, and the Saldaean's brow arches as she muses.

Darial strips off his shirt and leaves it on the fence, damp with sweat. As would be guessed, his body is wiry... and bruised here and there now. He nods to his trainer, ready to resume.

Tsuiko nods and clicks her tongue.. "Yes, I remember my youth.. I am." A grin.. "And welcome to the Tower.. what is your name?"

Sari drops a quick yet well practiced cursty. "Thank you, Aes Sedai." She smiles. "I have enjoyed my time in Tar Valon dearly and so has my brother, I believe." She nods to Niastri who is too involved in his practicing to notivce.

Angharad blinks, then out right glares at Darial, her face turning red in anger. At least it seems to be anger. With a growl, Angharad turns around. Blast that man, he's nothing but a pain! Sea Folk? Angharad hasn't met... Oh, sweet Light! Tsuiko's Sea Folk? Now she'll never ask the woman any questions!

Tsuiko nods and smiles.. "Well, I believe you might be staying here for quite a bit longer, yes?"

Darial seems intent on his training for the moment, thick hair falling into his eyes as he tries to keep up. His inexperience is obvious.

Sari nods. "My name is Sari sur Pendraeg, daughter of Alvord sur Pendraeg." She smiles warmly.

Angharad frowns to herself, but to avoid glaring at Darial, Angharad walks over towards Tsuiko and Sari, curious. Looking over Sari, Angharad suddenly arches an eyebrow, and seems to be reassessing the woman in the odd attire.

Darial grumbles under his breath as Angharad moves, apparently providing sufficient distraction to get him another good whack across his knuckles, this one sufficient to knock the wooden sword from his fingers. His trainer gives him a very audible dressing down.

Rhynne watches Angharad as she walks over to the two other women. She motions her over if the Accepted happens to glance her way. Maybe she can help somehow.

Sari looks at the woman and chuckles. "Why, yes, I intend to stay here with my brother while he finishes his training." She smiles proudly at her brother who once again does not notice.

Angharad sighs, shaking her head. "It may be longer than that, child," she comments, before turning, giving Tsuiko a curtsey. Rhynne was beckoning, and Angharad always has time for that Novice. Padding over to the girl in white, ignoring Darial completely.

Tsuiko laughs gently and shakes her head back and forth.. "No, because you're going to be doing your own training... Novice.."

Morcath comes through the Courtyard entrance of the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.

Sari looks a bit befuddled. "Why no, I don't think so. I mean, I had planned to take some general classes here at the tower, but I certainly don't have the ability to do what all of you do." She motions to the women standing about her. "My place is with my brother and then back in Mayene with my sisters. Don't get me wrong, I love learning and all, but to touch the One Power is certanly beyond me!"

Darial concentrates on his sword training for a bit, as long as none of those women move. Of course, Morcath entering the yard has about the same effect, if for different reasons, and he gets another good whack as he tries to bow.

Angharad is ignoring Darial, or she might actually chuckle at the specticle. Still, Angharad sees the movement herself, and curtsies to Morcath, before looking back to Rhynne. "Hello there, Rhynne. And how are you this day?" asks the Accepted as one hand beckons, asking permission to sit with the other woman.

Tsuiko looks over at Sari and smiles gently.. "No, you are a woman who can channel." She motions to the Tower.. "Now come along and we'll get you into the dress.." She looks over at Angharad.. "Curtsey.."

Rhynne mutters to Angharad.
Andharad senses: Rhynne holds her questioning look as Angharad nears. Ok..girl talk here.."Angharad, what under the Light is going on?? Curtseying to me? It should be the other way around. I can't help but think this has something to do with Darial.." She can't help grinning just a bit.

Morcath enters the yard, glancing about with only a little visible surprise to see so many female students, especially considering women are not allowed to train in the Tower.

Sari stands stricken with confusion. "But..." She shakes her head. "But How?" She looks at Niastri who is now looking at Sari with wonder. He nods at her and smiles. She smiles back and shrugs. "Well, if you say so Aes Sedai." She looks at Tsuiko with a shrug. "Far stranger things have happened to me. She recalls the dreams and the visions and the strange times aboard the Atha 'an Miere ship. "I am at your disposal." She nods and makes to follow the woman, still shaking her head in wonder.

Angharad glares at Rhynne. She mutters to Triangular Bench, "... has... with Darial. And... hardly... it... to... Aes Sedai... is... to know." Then she blinks and looks at Tsuiko, "But... I did already, Aes Sedai. What? You mean to that girl?" Grumbling with frustration, Angharad stands and curtsies, then sits back down, grumbling, "She's not even a novice yet, really... I can't believe this!"

At your table, Angharad glares at Rhynne. "It has nothing to do with Darial. And I hardly find it amusing. I... didn't curtsey to an Aes Sedai fast enough is all you need to know." Then she blinks and looks at Tsuiko, "But... I did already, Aes Sedai. What? You mean to that girl?" Grumbling with frustration, Angharad stands and curtsies, then sits back down, grumbling, "She's not even a novice yet, really... I can't believe this!"

Darial loses his concentration entirely, getting a good two whacks before he looks back. That half-dressed girl is staying? There is an unmistakable groan from his corner of the practice yard.

Sari looks at the Aes Sedai and nods. "All right then." She begins to follow the woman as she leads her into the tower.

Rhynne grins at the explanation given. She mutters to Angharad, "... to... nerves a little...but..." She gestures to the Master gaidin. "Perhaps a word or two with him might help?" Angharad senses: Rhynne grins at the explanation given. "Oh..well I know that Darial seems to grate on your nerves a little...but there's Morcath.." She gestures to the Master gaidin. "Perhaps a word or two with him might help?"

Morcath frowns quite blatantly at Sari and Tsuiko earns a quick glare as well. Light, does he have to put up the sign that says, 'no shirt, no service

Morcath frowns quite blatantly at Sari and Tsuiko earns a quick glare as well. Light, does he have to put up the sign that says, 'no shirt, no service'? He makes his way to the side of the yard, to speak with one of the trainees who is injured.

Tsuiko looks over at Morcath.. "I'd suggest not frowning at me, Master Gaidin.." She motions the girl towards the Tower as she gives the man a sweet smile..

Tsuiko passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.

Sari passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.

Angharad frowns at Rhynne. She mutters to Triangular Bench, "Darial... idiot and a... of..." comments Angharad as she waggles a finger at Rhynne. "As for Morcath, I don't know why you think talking to him would be of any help...." At your table, Angharad frowns at Rhynne. "Darial as an idiot and a stubborn lummox. And he's none of your concern." comments Angharad as she waggles a finger at Rhynne. "As for Morcath, I don't know why you think talking to him would be of any help...."

Darial gets his attention back on his lesson just in time to catch his name in conjunction with 'idiot'. If that isn't distracting, what is? Another good swat catches him before he gets his practice sword up.

Rhynne winces just a bit at the appellations. She mutters to Angharad, "... Angharad,... you were... just... fond... him..worse..." She shrugs a shoulder and offers, "Well, just to let him know that one of his trainees is bothering you, perhaps?"

You sense Rhynne winces just a bit at the appellations. "An idiot?? Light, Angharad, if I didn't know better, I might think you were growing just a bit fond of him..worse things can happen, you know." She shrugs a shoulder and offers, "Well, just to let him know that one of his trainees is bothering you, perhaps?"

Morcath is not nearly so deaf as he is old and cranky and almost turns to look at the two girls who mention his name. However, yet another trainee hobbles over to him, injured as well, and starts blubbering to Morcath about this, that, or the other thing.

Darial finally finishes his training, ready to be marinated and grilled after that nice pounding, and limps over to return his practice sword.

Angharad gasps, paling then glaring outright at Rhynne. Yanking on her be-bowed braid, Angharad starts to go into a tirade. She mutters to Triangular Bench, "... information,... I /am/... /of/... I'd... for... One,... ercieve... intentions... think! I... out with... such..."

At your table, Angharad gasps, paling then glaring outright at Rhynne. Yanking on her be-bowed braid, Angharad starts to go into a tirade. "For your information, Rhynne, I /am/ not /fond/ /of/ /Darial/. I'd just as soon dance for the Dark One, than ercieve his intentions any longer! I can't believe you would think such a think! I aught to wash your mouth out with soap for even considering such a thing!"

Rhynne cannot help but laugh amusedly at the Accepted's disquietude. She mutters to Angharad, "... know... and... been... really.... probably... mouthwashing.."

You sense Rhynne cannot help but laugh amusedly at the Accepted's disquietude. "I'm sorry, it's just that..I know you try so hard, and you've been a good example to me, really. I probably /do/ deserve a mouthwashing.."

Darial makes his way to Morcath, bowing painfully and waiting his turn.

Angharad crosses her arms over her chest and nods. She mutters to Triangular Bench, "... And I... even... half... gotten... Just please,... head,... I... will... be. The... is... completely... Dark... have... near that... than..." Angharad says, then makes the comment, "At least I'm not a novice any longer and have to wash his clothing!"

At your table, Angharad crosses her arms over her chest and nods. "Most likely, yes. And I don't even know half the trouble you've gotten yourself into. Just please, get it into your head, I am not fond of Darial. I don't think I will ever be. The man is intolerable, and completely disrespectful. I'd rather eat at the Dark One's feet, than have to be near that man more than I have to." Angharad says, then makes the comment, "At least I'm not a novice any longer and have to wash his clothing!"

Morcath finishes up with the injured trainee by telling him that if he would like to run home to someone who cares about his leg, the next boat leaves for Caemlyn in an hour and he can be on it. The Master Gaidin even graciously offers to write a letter to the boy's mother about why her son has returned home - a little broken leg, poor baby. That's why there are Yellows nearby. Morcath then turns to Darial and says, "What is it, boy?? Don't tell me you've taken to snivelling so quickly."

Darial shakes his head. "No, Master Gaidin. You told me to return to you for instructions this time today."

Morcath nods once and says, "I see you've started with the sword then. Learning which end to hold and which way to point it, no doubt. Have you received your initial lesson about the workings and makeup of the Tower?"

Darial shakes his head. "No, sir. I've shoveled a lot of snow and had the Light beat back into me, but no lessons that didn't involve physical effort."

Rhynne shrugs a shoulder and smiles a bit. She mutters to Angharad, "... gotten... might... probably." And the Novice will leave it at that. "Yes..I'll have to take your word on this matter." She glances over at Morcath and the trainees that await him.

You sense Rhynne shrugs a shoulder and smiles a bit. "I've not gotten into as much trouble as you might imagine, probably." And the Novice will leave it at that. "Yes..I'll have to take your word on this matter." She glances over at Morcath and the trainees that await him.

Morcath replies, "Yes, well, this won't be a difficult lesson. It's just to familiarise you with the workings of the Tower. In all honesty, the women in the Tower usually teach it better, as the Gaidin try to stay out of Tower affairs whenever possible, preferring to train and watch our Sedai. So perhaps the Accepted and Novice would like to give you the lesson..."

Angharad purses her lips at Rhynne, then finally nods. She mutters to Triangular Bench, "... heart, so... our... right?... want... getting... trouble with... Trainees.... are... before you... it.... is... don't... Trainees... smile... other... friendly,..." Without thinking, Angharad follows Rhynne's gaze. Morcath recieves a smile, and Darial recieves a glare. It's already becoming a habit. Then Angharad blinks. "WHAT?! Give him a lesson?" yelps Angharad without thinking.

At your table, Angharad purses her lips at Rhynne, then finally nods. "Look, I'm admiting I have a soft heart, so keep it our secret, all right? I just don't want to see you getting into trouble with the Trainees. The Tower rules are quite strict, and you could get thrown out before you now it. Being nice is one thing, just don't let the Trainees thing a smile is anything other than friendly, all right?" Without thinking, Angharad follows Rhynne's gaze. Morcath recieves a smile, and Darial recieves a glare. It's already becoming a habit. Then Angharad blinks. "WHAT?! Give him a lesson?" yelps Angharad without thinking.

Darial opens his mouth to protest as well, judges Angharad's reaction, and shuts his mouth. The smile that flickers across his face is brief, but amused.

Morcath moves over to the two female students, motioning for Darial to stay where he is and if the boy knows what's good for him, he will listen. "Something the matter, Angharad?" He asks casually. "You can let Rhynne here do most of the talking if you would rather not speak, and I'll be there as well." He then says something quietly to the Accepted, something not even Rhynne would be able to hear. He's a Gaidin he can whisper like a pro.

Rhynne nods. She mutters to Angharad, "... Weste have... us.... our best... our..." And that's all she says about /that/. The darkhaired girl jumps at Angharad's reaction and then blinks at Morcath.

You sense Rhynne nods. "It's only Joetlan..and Morcath and Weste have already spoken with us. We're trying our best and concentrating on our studies." And that's all she says about /that/. The darkhaired girl jumps at Angharad's reaction and then blinks at Morcath.

From afar, Morcath whispers, "I want him to learn to take instruction from a woman, Angharad. I don't want a repeat of what happened with Oxnal. Remember him?? The first time he was taught by a woman, he ignored her completely... until Alona Sedai subtly got his attention?"

Angharad frowns at Morcath, but nods, glaring at the ground. "Fine. But I don't have to like it."

Darial doesn't move, not an inch, but he can't stop the grin that spreads from ear to ear. He does remember to wipe it away, though.

Morcath nods and says, "You're right, you don't." He turns to the pair and says, "Where would you like to teach?? It is completely up to you where and how, as long as the message gets across."

Angharad grumbles. "Here is fine." Then she looks to Darial. "I saw that smile. You may not like me, and I don't like you, but when I'm giving a lesson, you'll bloody well listen, understand?"

Rhynne starts to chuckle as a thought crosses her mind, but just as quickly, she stops and looks at her hands..Yep, they need studying.

Darial nods to Angharad with a much more polite bow than he normally gives her. "Yes, Accepted. I understand completely."

Morcath turns to Darial and says, "Boy, put a shirt on and come over here. You're about to learn something about your new home, something important. And make it quick, trainee!" His tone does not suggest a leisurely walking pace for the young man.

Darial grabs his shirt and runs over, trying to put it on as he moves. He gets a bit tangled on the way, but is almost properly attired by the time he stops.

Sari comes through the Courtyard entrance of the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.

Angharad had all but forgotten Darial didn't have his shirt on. For that reminder, Angharad gives Darial another glare. Then she turns to Rhynne, motioning the other woman over to her. "Come on over, you'll be Accepted soon, as well. Might as well help me teach."

Rhynne remains seated. No need for her to get up. Angharad teaching Darial a lesson? could be interesting, she may just stick around for it--get pointers, even.

Sari goes back to watching Niastri.

Angharad smoothes her dress absently, before frowning at Darial, but in a more studious way than the glares she has been giving him. Motioning towards the bench where Rhynne is sitting, Angharad firmly states, "You will sit over there while I teach. I don't think you need it, but in my book there is some paper and a pencil shoudl you want to take notes." Giving her braid what seems to be a good luck yank, Angharad smoothes the front of her dress again. "Let's begin. The White Tower and the Aes Sedai have all dedicated themselves to protecting this world from the Dark. The Aes Sedai, breaking into several different groups, called Ajahs, each with a different emphasis, then there are the Gaidin who protect the Aes Sedai. There is a certain hierarchy in the Tower, and at the head of all this is the Amyrlin Seat. That is Raemira Sedai, she is to be addressed as Mother, or Amyrlin, unless she states otherwise."

Darial sits next to Rhynne with a shrug, finishing the last of his buttons, but he doesn't take the suggested paper or pencil. Instead he watches Angharad with an intent, almost unblinking attention.

Angharad continues, "The Amyrlin seat is representative of all seven ajahs, but is not of any one. She makes the laws regarding both Tar Valon and the white Tower, however, because she is quite busy, she leaves most of the day to day business to others and works in conjunction with the Mayor of Tar Valon and the City Council. Her position is equal to any ruler or nation, and she is by far more respected. The Amyrlin wears a stole, with seven bands, like the hem of my skirt, one band for each Ajah. She is judge and jury to crimes and holds regular court sessions.

Darial continues to listen. His gaze remains on Angharad, although it travels a bit from her face, flickering to the bow in her hair, then across her clothing, then back up. Hmm..only allowed in the presence of those above her. Rhynne glances at Dariel a moment, then to Angharad. Who would note the soft glow of Saidar for a brief moment.

Angharad holds her right hand to the side, then moves her left to the other side. Bobbing the right hand up and down, Angharad lectures, "Next is the Keeper of the Chronicles. She is the right hand of the Amyrlin, and helps her with her duties, seldom seen apart from the Amyrlin's side. The Keeper, like the Amyrlin, represents all Aes Sedai and Ajahs, though she wears a stole of the color of her Ajah. As a reminder, perhaps. The Keeper carries a staff with a gilded flame, at most times, to represent her position. To address the Keeper, you may call her Micana Sedai, Keeper Micana, Keeper Micana Sedai, or Micana Keeper." Then Angharad bobs her left hand. "The Master Gaidin helps the Amyrlin with the Gaidin, the Guards and the Trainees. He is directly in charge of the Gaidin and Trainees and works closely with the Head of the Tower Guard. The Master Gaidin is a valuable advisor during the times of war. As you know, he is adressed as Master Gaidin, Master Morcath Gaidin, Master Gaidin Morcath, or Morcath Gaidin."

Darial jumps suddenly, rubbing at his side. He shoots Angharad a frown, but tries to school his expression after Morcath looks his way. Still, that intent stare is broken.

Angharad pauses in her lecture to arch an eyebrow at Rhynne with the hint of a frown, before continuing. "The Master of Arms, Zannick Gaidin, is in charge of overseeing the instruction of trainees and teaching them tactics in warfar and lore on the shadowspawn. Though, often the Green Ajah takes a direct hand in this training as well."

Rhynne is all studious intent on Angharad, despite the jumping of the trainee beside her. She nods most seriously, though it is plain enough that she strains to keep that serious face. Hey, he deserved it!

Darial glances sidelong at Rhynne, then back at Angharad. He moves only slightly.

Eyebrows shoot up and Rhynne gasps softly, jumping a bit herself. Color stains her cheeks. Great..

Angharad claps her hands together, giving Rhynne -ANOTHER- frown and begins on the women of the Tower. "The Aes Sedai. Women who have completed training, here in the Tower, having shown their ability with the One Power, and their control over it. There are Seven Ajahs: Green, Red, Yellow, White, Gray, Blue, and Brown. You recognize an Aes Sedai by the fact she doesn't wear a white dress, usually, and she wears a shawl with colored fring andthe Great Serpant ring is on her finger. You will bow to all Aes Sedai, and address them as befits them. For instance, Tsuiko Sedai, or Tsuiko Aes Sedai." Putting her hands on her hips, Angharad can't help but frown at Darial to try and drive this next point home, "Accepted are those who have completed Novice training. They are to be respected as Aes Sedai at all times. You are to address them as Accepted ... then their name." Angharad claps her hands together once more. "Enough! Do I have to seperate the two of you like little children still on their mother's apron strings?!"

Darial shakes his head. "No, Accepted Angharad. There must have been a biting fly. I'm sure it's gone."

Rhynne elbows Darial, giving him a little smirk first before turning to address Angharad. "Pardon, Accepted..I was irritated.."

Angharad glares at both of them. "Light, why me?" Angharad sighs, then nods. "Fine. Last amoung women who can channel are Novices. They are in the first stages of training, but you should still respect them. Their title is Novice, simple, isn't it?" Inhaling deeply, "I will go over this briefly, you'll learn this next bit well enough over time. The Ajahs: Reds have made it their duty to hunt down men who can channel, and remove them as a problem by gentling them, after a trial here in the Tower. The Green Ajah prepares itself for Tarmon Gai'don. The Blue Ajah finds causes to uphold and champion. The White Ajah has dedicated itself to Logic. The Gray Ajah strives for peace through negotiation. The Yellow Ajah are those Aes Sedai that forward the study of Healing, through the power and without it. And finally, the Brown Ajah searches for lost knowledge and records new knowledge." Angharad sighs nowt hat it is done and looks to the two children. "Questions?"

Darial nods. "What Ajah to you intend to join, if I may ask?" He adds, belatedly, "Accepted."

Darial glances sidelong at Rhynne, lifts a brow, and looks back at Angharad.

Angharad arches an eyebrow and shakes her head. "It is too early to decide. The Ajah will choose me as I grow in experience. And don't bother asking novices, they'll all tell you Green and get you into trouble."

Darial glances at Rhynne with amusement. "Is that true?"

Rhynne laughs at that. "Green? Hardly..that Ajah is for drooling women.." Let him eat that.

Darial shrugs. "Then I'm afraid you were mistaken, Accepted Angharad."

Angharad smiles, oh so sweetly at Rhynne. She's learning. Then she turns back to Darial. "Aside from the smart Novices, that is. Most women who first come here have a dream of bonding a man, and marrying him. That is more prevelent in the Green Ajah. Some Aes Sedai are whispered to have married -all- their Gaidin. And some greens have more than one."

Darial says coolly, although his cheeks flush, "Then any sensible man would avoid a Green."

Angharad sniffs, and ends her teaching mode with, "I've not thought of you as the sensable type, Darial. Perhaps I am mistaken."

The Saldaean novice has made it her goal to be non-drooling during her time here--and has succeeded, for the most part. With one minor exception. Rhynne clears her throat softly and keeps her eyes trained on Angharad.

Darial gets to his feet. "I appreciate the lesson, Accepted Angharad. The bow is a nice touch, by the way." Then he strolls away to bathe.

Angharad blinks, and turns bright red. This isn't anger. Looking down at her braid, Angharad can't possibly yank the ribbown off fast enough!

Rhynne coughs lightly as she watches the trainee depart.

Darial passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.

Angharad turns and glares at Rhynne. "Don't start," is all the Accepted says before grabbing her book off the bench.

"I won't.." Rhynne smiles. "He got another pinch for saying what he did, just now..your lesson was well presented.."

Angharad crumbles the ribbon in her hand and looks at Rhynne. "That's some small comfort, thank you, Rhynne."

Rhynne flushes lightly. "Well, not that you needed my help, of course. I just figured he deserved it. Though I still think Morcath should know if he keeps up in this manner."

Angharad sniffs at Rhynne, and eyes the Master Gaidin who is watching his practice yard at the moment. "No thank you. He'd force us to be joined at the hip until we got along."

Which produces a wrinkled nose from Rhynne, but she grins too. "You know, I do believe he would, at that!" She sighs a bit. "I suppose it is important for us all to get along, since we're supposedly all on the same side.."

Angharad chuckles, nodding. "Just like the nobles in one country are all on that countries said. They never squabble with each other." Angharad shakes her head. "What is, is, and will always be."

Rhynne rises from the bench and stretches, arching her back a bit. And stifles a yawn as well. "Excuse me! Light, maybe I've gotten *too* much fresh air..anyway, I should be getting ready for library duty. Light shine, Accepted.." She curtsies to the Andoran before hurrying away.

Angharad nods and curtsies back with a bit of a frown. "Light shine, Rhynne," she says as she tosses the ribbon on the ground before she leaves the practice yard as well.