Zannick returns in through the gates the same way he left following Kelsyn, whistling brightly, and juggling his two little pocket spheres between his hands. The old gaidin is nowhere to be seen. How could someone honestly be cheered up by spending time with that crazy old Kelsyn? Seems Zannick is a bit weird himself, and has been exactly that.

Aurora args mentally. Complications. "Well... maybe I won't go right away..." She chews her lip softly. "Besides... I will have to test the ter'angreal I make to combat shadowspawn." It's going to be interesting making them so that they only affect shadowspawn... pesky 3 Oaths! "Anyway I'll have to wait before I can go anywhere..." She doesn't go into the details of why though, instead plucking up another blade of grass, and glances up at the strange Trainee as she weaves it in the with the rest she's got there.

Devon nods slightly, grinning at her own personal victory. Her eyes flicker towards the trainee and she nods slightly, engulfed in her conversation just as surely as she was wrapped around her book awhile ago. "From what they say, it takes a long time to perfect ter'angreal, and that's only when you're copying them. If you're planning on making one from scratch, it might take you years."

Strange? Aren't we all a little strange? Zannick's primary crime seems to be excess cheerfulness. He tromps past, his boots falling in a forward two steps, hop, and shuffle sort of gait as he continues to toss the little wooden spheres around. His whistling breaks into soft humming from which words eventually emerge in a throaty tone that appears made to immitate Ogier song. Perhaps the words are even authentic, or maybe they merely mimic in poor human form the general idea of the gentle giants singing. He does miss a step however as he happens to notice Aurora out of the corner of his eye, but only because he recalls seeing her outside in the square a couple days ago, and again when that other Gaidin, what's his name, Ensygn, seem to want to take a switch to his hide the other day. "Light Shine, Accepted." He remarks as he passes.

Aurora's expression sours a little bit. "I'm sure I'll want to take a break..." Devon! She whines inwardly. You're messing up all my lovely plans! She smiles at the trainee though and nods to him, "I see you've survived another day. I trust Ensygn was not too hard on you. He's not usually like that," she says without an ounce of apology. Aes Sedai don't apologize, at least not often.

Devon chuckles slightly, perhaps reading the potential Green's mind. Hey, if Aurora's going to screw up her plans to go Blue, then the least Devon can do is repay the favor. "Light shine, you're Ensygn's...friend, aren't you? I was talking to Aurora when you were....oh yes, just before you and Ensygn withdrew to the Practice yard to knock some sense into one another, or something." Darn! It didn't work, either!

Zannick stops, or rather his forward motion does. His feet don't though. They continue to shuffle a little, keeping time to whatever tune the trainee marches to internally. He smiles, the laidback expression growing on his features. "Oh yes. He only wanted to teach me a form." Zan's blue eyes are friendly, unruffled, as nonchalant as his tone. "That's why the practice yard is off limits you know?" He adds with a slightly slyer grin, "So we can pretend to bruise each other up, get hauled to the infirmary and doted over by the yellows." The small spheres are set to rotating around each other in his fingers. They sort of sound like rain hitting a windchime, but very soft. Being this close, its easy to hear though.

Devon is a somewhat tall, lithe blonde with a normally warmhearted smile, a pair of dimples on either side. Her big green eyes shimmer like a pair of emeralds in the light. Her fine blonde hair has been recently cut, and trimmed to make it look better, barely reaching her neck. Her short blonde hair is a multitude of shades from the most luminscent white like rays from the moon, to as dark of shades as oaken brown. Her nose has a natural upward slant, a freckle or two on the tip. Her smile, currently, is wide and disarming, generally a happy expression on her face The major detracting feature, however, is a fading scar that falls from underneath her left eye and halfway towards her nose, a raised pink line as though a painter had dipped his brush and merely traced the line on her face. Her skin is a light brown, like the color of wet sand, spent from hours in the sun.

She wears a white dress, the hem etched with the colored band of an Accepted, her blonde hair reaching little lower than her nape. Her hands are free from much jewelry, although she wears the Great Serpent ring upon the third finger of her right hand. In her ears are a simple pair of gold hoops.

Aurora tosses her head back laughing, "I think you would find much more doting if you actually got hurt in front of the Yellows." One of the perks of being an Aes Sedai. Ah yes, she will be spending some time in the practice yard when she's raised. "Not to mention the Greens, or Blues, or Greys, Accepted... Novices..." she could go on all day. She is actually a little dissapointed that Ensygn didn't give him a thumping or two. A form is hardly something to gossip over, and not a very good prank, not like making a Novices eyes pop by teasing about rolling around in the grass with trainee, or even Gaidin. Once again her serenity almost cracks, but she seems determined to hold onto it, even if Vort is going to be gone for a year or more.

Devon chuckles, turning slightly to Aurora even as she gives the young man a second appraising glance. "Indeed, I think if they were taught how, you would have crowds of novices at your side all hours of the night and day who wanted to Heal your wounds. I have heard that the Yellow's are not always as comforting as some of the more Talented Greens might be." Tilting her head slightly, she adds, "I'm Devon, and this is one of my best friends, Aurora. Charmed I'm sure."

Zannick grins flexing an eyebrow upwards, clearly finding the whole line of conversation funny. "Yes, but that would hurt." He points out the obvious with a laughing tone, though its probably not something that really concerns him much. He would have never made it to decidated, much less sworn if he was a wuss so concerned with bruises. "Depends on the Yellow, or the Green, or the Blue, or the Grey, so I've heard." He counters. "And I'm Zannick. Zannick Mansetti. You can call me Zan, Zannick, Sworn, Mansetti, Badger. Take your pick. Nice to meet you Devon, Aurora." His knee bends slightly with the relaxed bow that sweeps that belled braid forward onto the front of his shoulder.

Aurora smiles and exchanges a glance with Devon. Yes.. it would depend on the sister wouldn't it? Some Greens can be as tough, or condescending as a Red, and some Reds enjoy looking at a man, if he's worth looking at. "A pleasure Zan." She pauses slightly, tilting her head to the side. She's caught some snippets of conversation, and pieced them together.. a bit. "It must be difficult coming back after being gone so long." She's actually surprised they let him reenter. If an Accepted goes home she's gone for good, and of course only if the Tower tells her to go.

Devon nods, putting on her best 'I'm a nice Accepted who loves kitty cats and would never yell at a sweaty Trainee' smiles. "It must be difficult getting reacclimated to things here, isn't it? It's nice to meet you Zan, by the way. I hope Kelsyn Gaidin wasn't irritated with you?"

There's a reason for that nickname Zan threw out there. Badger. He's the sort of fellow who's not easy to discourage, and his persistence is usually not irritating in form. That's probably the reason he was allowed to take leave. He wants to be here. He just does. Zannick glances between the two and stops his boot shuffling completely, instead bearing his weight on the right and crossing the other boot in front with the toe tilting down. Good balance apparently. He scratches his temple as if he has to think on that matter of crazy old Kelsyn as those delightful little spheres vanish into his jacket pocket. "Well if he was, he's saving it for later when he can come at me with a weapon." he remarks glibly, a grin following. "It's been easier and harder than I expected." He confides.

Aurora grins a little and nods. "It usually is." What under the Light does that mean? She glances between the two of them and smiles a little more, getting a strange twinkle in her eyes... uh oh.. that's always dangerous. "Well," she says smoothly rising to her feet. "I'm afraid I must be going. I had an interesting chat with Dascha's cousin Devon... remind me to tell you some time about the little swallop slurping son of a Trolloc. Excuse me, I meant annoying man." She smiles sweetly and doesn't wait for an answer as she turns on her heel and heads back into the Tower.

Aurora walks up the steps and goes through the main doors of the Tower.

Aurora has left.

Devon chuckles, peering at her vanishing friend with an oddly tolerant look. "Aurora is....a special girl. Just up and leaves in the midst of conversation, forgive her. So Badger, why'd you leave the Tower in the first place?"

Zannick eyes Aurora's retreating form, his mouth lifting at the corner curiously. No offense taken apparently. "So I see." He switches which boot is bearing most of his weight, and lets his attention return to the remaining accepted. "Ah, that. Well, there wasn't much of a choice really. My da's a merchant, has a few boats, etc. He slipped down off the dock a couple years ago in a rain storm and got crushed by a boat hull, nearly drowned. He should have died, or so they said, but he was in no shape to keep the business going. So I had to go and do it." He says it without resentment. Of course he had to. Family is family. "That was hmm.. two years ago. He's finally decided to get back to work, so I could come back." he finishes with a smile and a shrug.

Devon nods, listening intently. "That's good at least. I wanted to go back for my parents a few years back, but my aunt is taking care of them, so there's no real need for me to leave, so they say. Of course, my family isn't much of one, anymore. My sister was in Fal Dara last I heard, no one has heard from my brother for years, and both my parents have worked themselves to the bone for many years." She blushes as she realizes how muhc she's been revealing. "And you didn't ask to hear my life story, I apologize."

Zannick chuckles softly, relaxed and listening with that laid back genuineness that seems to follow him. "Hey I don't mind.. " He motions to the bench and mentions, even as he slips down onto it, "Do you-- mind if I sit?" Once seated, as if he's known this gal for years, he leans an elbow on his knee as he pulls a boot up onto the bench. "So where are your parents right now anyway? When did you see them last?" That bell ends up suspended just in front of his shoulder, the tilt of his head keeping it from resting against his shirt, and he flicks it back over his shoulder with two fingers with a darted grin Devon's direction, the bell chiming once before it comes to rest against his back.

Devon chuckles, nodding slightly as she gets up off the ground and takes the seat next to you. Her eyes flicker to the bell and she chuckles slightly. "My parents...ah, they're in Cairhien, my aunt Alexys takes care of them. The last time I saw them was before I entered the Tower, probably five or six years ago. Although my aunt sends me letters letting me know they're alright. They....my family meant everything to my parents, and the children most of all. So when my brother left, and they got sick, I traveled wtih a group of merchants to Cairhien, and brought my aunt back to Caemlyn. By then my sister had vanished and they were staying with a neighbor." It's probably a lot more complicated than that, but she's smoothing things over for the sake of conversation.

Zannick wrinkles a brow, taking all this in. "And no idea where your sister went then?" He pushes the shorter loosely layered part of his dark hair back off his face where the breeze had tugged it, though his blue eyes remain attentive. He's a charming listener, and empathizer really. "I have quite a few brothers and sisters myself." He adds by way of explanation that he understands that family pull, a comfortable smile lingering on his friendly face.

A sullen novice comes out of the Tower, catching sight of Devon and making a beeline for her. She whispers a few words in the Accepted's ear and Devon stands. "Zan, I'm sorry. I have...to go, one of the Sisters is looking for me, and you know you never keep an Aes Sedai waiting. We'll talk again?" And with that, she's off, darting back towards the Tower.

Devon has left.