Qiani scuttles down the ramp from above, glancing over her shoulder as though thinking she may be pursued. Her focus returns to the front just in time to keep her from bumping square into Aimiliana. Ducking to one side quickly, she squeaks a quiet apology.

Aimiliana blinks, a slight collison avoided by careful stepping of Qiani. A bright smile fills her face as she utters, "Good day. It seems you have a lot on your mind."

Qiani is quick to nod, as she recognizes the Novice. "Aye..." she murmurs, quietly, glancing back up the ramp again. "Sedai ask lots of questions, sometimes."

Aimiliana nods, and frowns slightly, "So I've noticed." Her hands smooth at her dress, "Just think what those training at the tower suffer."

Qiani's wide eyes flick to Aimiliana once more, she swallowing and nodding quickly. "Is training... ri... rigo..." a pause, her brow furrowing, "...rigorous?" A smile brightens her gaunt face. Her proscribed 'word for the day'.

Aimiliana smiles softly, then shrugs her shoulders, "From what I've seen, I'd think calling it rigorous was light. But of course I've not even begun to scratch the surface. Between chores, and lessons, one barely think anyone would have time to breath."

Qiani nods quickly once more, appearing curious. "What have you learned?" she asks. She herself holds a small thin book in her hands. A very elementary reader of some sort, by the looks of it.

Aimiliana shrugs, "Nothing really. They've kept to chores and the like. All I know is what is expected of me. And that is enough in itself."

Qiani lifts a hand to scratch absently behind one ear. "What's expected of you?" she inquires, rubbing her lips together idly and shifting her weight from one foot to the other and back again.

Aimiliana frowns slightly then states, "Respect at all times which means curtseying to those you would never have any other time, prompt obedience, chores done swiftly, and the worse lot is staying her till never spenidng another night listening to a gleeman."

Qiani tilts her head slightly. "I seen a glee_woman_, the other day. Maybe she'll come play for you?" She smiles, seeing something that she can do to help. "I'll try to find her." Qiani doesn't seem to think that respect, chores and obediance are all that much of a burden.

Aimiliana nods slightly, "That would be nice of you. It's a shame you're not a channeler I believe the Sedai would find you most interesting, and probably a relief compared the others."

Qiani blinks once or twice, not really understanding what's so interesting about her. "Why?" she asks, the question applicable to both statements. She shifts her weight a bit more, skittering out of the way as an Aes Sedai sweeps down the ramp from above. Apparently, it's not the one that was peppering her with questions, as she doesn't take to flight again.

Aimiliana noticing the Sedai, offers a deep curtsey then look back at Qiani, continuing their conversation, "Because you don't object to chores, or obedience."

Qiani doesn't curtsey, but the Sedai in question seems too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice. Luckily. Turning her attention back to Aimiliana, Qiani looks at her somewhat blankly. "Who would want to disobey an Aes Sedai?" she asks, her round eyes growing somewhat rounder at the thought.

Aimiliana frowns slightly, "Well they can't be right all the time." Her voice hushed, "And besides, what right do they have to tell order people around. They're human just like the rest."

Qiani's eyes widen even more. "But... they're _Aes_Sedai_." she says, her voice little more than a whisper. Such blasphemy... Aes Sedai not right? Just human? Could it be? No... not possible. They're _Aes_Sedai_, after all.

Aimiliana smirks slightly, "I mean I understand that they've proven themselves, and they can control what other can not, but they all started like we did. You'd think they'd remember that."

Qiani darts a quick glance around the entrance hall, perhaps to ascertain that no Aes Sedai are within earshot of Aimiliana's 'crazy talk'. Then again, they might be able to hear anyway. Does that mean that they might have heard what she said before about them asking too many questions? Oh, the horror! "I.. um... that is.." she stumbles, before pressing her lips together in consternation. She is quiet for a long moment before, "Maybe they do, and that's why training is so rigorous." She beams a smile, having used the word again. "Because it needs to be?" she asks, going on the assumption that training is, in fact, rigorous. Dispite the fact that Aimiliana's descriptions of it don't make it seem so to her. Then again, maybe she mis-memorized the definition Wynn Sedai read to her that morning.

Aimiliana laughs softly, though she keeps it hushed, obviously she wished not to draw the attention of any Sedai's herself. "They can read your mind you know." Gentle teasing over Qiani's nervousness. A pauses then she continues, "Maybe, you're right. But still you'd think they divert more time to training compared to chores." Again with the chores, obviously she's one who's not used to them, and finds them repulsive.

Qiani's eyes widen even more (who would have thought it possible) over the mention of mind reading. They can? Light! "Maybe..." she concedes, to the bit about chores. "But it's not as though they have you mucking stables, right? Or cleaning the pigeon coop? Those kinds of chores are much more rigorous!" There's that word again.

Aimiliana laughs softly as she notices Qianai's eyes widen more, but says nothing to sooth her. Instead she smiles as she states, "Perhaps, though scrubbing floors, and pots, and cooking, and all that sort are hardly easy." She frowns slightly as she states, "What's with this repetition of rigorous?"

Qiani's eyes slowly return to their normal size after a few blinks, though her poor little brain is still churning on the thought of mind-reading Aes Sedai. Maybe -some- of the stories her parents told her about Aes Sedai long ago are true after all. "I help out in the kitchens sometimes.. the Mistress of Kitchens says that I'm an expert potato peeler!" she smiles, brightly, pleased with herself over having gained the Mistress of Kitchens' favor. After all, the Mistress of Kitchens is known to give out honeycakes to those she favors... and Qiani looks as though she could definitely use some plumping up. At the question, she smiles and recites, "Rigorous: An adjective meaning rigidly accurate; exact; allowing no deviation from a standard; demanding strict attention to rules and procedures. It's my word for today. Wynn Sedai says that I should 'expand my vulcabalary'." And if Wynn Sedai says so, it must be so.

Aimiliana frowns once again, then stifles a laugh, "How honored for you to be an expert potato peeler." Like one would need that in life. Hah. A shakes of her head as she states, "Then I suppose you'll have a new word to articulate every day?"

Simple minds, simple pleasures, and all that. Qiani's smile widens at the apparant praise, even if it does come with a laugh. At the last bit, though, her brow furrows. "Ar-tick-yoo-late?" she parrots, "Whassat?"

Aimiliana smirks a bit as she states, "To utter, to say, to voice. Articulate."

The smirk dampens Qiani's mood somewhat, she shuffling her feet and fixing her gaze on the floor for a moment before replying quietly. "Um, yeah. Er, yes." she bites her lower lip, risking a brief glance up to Aimiliana. This time, she chooses her words a little more carefully, "But I will try to use the other words I have learned, too." Somehow, proper english just sounds funny coming from this little waif.

Aimiliana noticing the dampening of mood, she frowns slightly. Yes, it was humorous but still, "I'm sure you will do fine. Just keep trying and soon your articulation shall match any Aes Sedai."

Qiani offers a shy little smile. "I don't expect _that_ much." she replies, testing that word out again. "Ar-tick-you-late. That's a big word." Definitely a mouthful, for Qiani. "To utter, to say, to voice. I'll 'member that."

Aimiliana nods, and smiles, "I'm sure you will. Now if you'll excuse me a hall needs to be scrubbed."

Qiani is quick to nod, glancing down to her book momentarily before looking back to Aimiliana. "Light shine.." she offers, before turning on her heel to trot off in the direction of the common wing. The lounge is usually quiet this time of the day, she should be able to get some reading done before supper.

Aimiliana smiles, and walks up the ramp, a glance to watch Qiani leave, a soft giggle, then a hurried step.