Setting: Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupants: Marisel, Raemira

Raemira exits the stables, a thoughtful smile passing over her ageless features. Today she does not appear to be wearing her shawl, in fact, you only see her in a set of naturally forming riding gear. She looks about the courtyard, her eyes taking in everything, much to the disappointment to Marisel, she also notices the Novice. She lifts a brow faintly, almost as if expecting something.

Marisel carefully wipes the little frown away from her lips as she is noticed. And with only a tiny bit of rebellious laziness, drops a graceful curtsy to the Amyrlin. There is a brief pause, during which she averts her lovely eyes, and then adds in a voice lush with hidden meanings. "Good day, Mother."

Lisendra enters the Tower Courtyard through the Alindrelle Gates.

Tally walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Lisendra raises an eyebrow at the man.

Marisel stands, almost defiantly deferent to one woman in the courtyard, and her depthless violet eyes do not raise from studying something upon the ground as a breeze lightly stirs the white Novice's gown from around her sensually formed legs.

Raemira inclines her head to Marisel, "Good day, Novice Marisel. I do take it you are done wit your chores and lessons today?" The Amyrlin's voice is rather soft and pleasant, however it appears to lack emotion at the moment as her cool gaze remains settled on the girl in Novice whites.

Lisendra eyes widen as she relizes she is in the room with an Aes Sedai.

Marisel keeps her face averted, a good thing or one might see the petulant little moue into which she draws her lips, and the flash of something not too pleasant in those inviting eyes. She takes a moment to school her face into a mask of bland respect, and then, only then, looks back up to Raemira. "Yes Mother." Apparently she thinks it is best to say as little as possible for she does not utter another sound.

Lisendra eyes widen even more an she almost wavers from her stance.

Lisendra curties deeply and looks for someplace to run.

Raemira does not appear to be taking notice of any visitors within the courtyard yet, her emotionless gaze settled on the indignant Novice before her. Raemira raises a hand to her chin and taps it lightly with her fingers, studying the girl before her. She simply states, "Good. Then since you have finished so early, you can perhaps go to Salia Sedai on a lesson in manners, and how you are to treat Aes Sedai when one comes in your presense. You will learn that respect is earned here, not bought by being rebellious."

Lisendra takes the opertunity and looks ready to go before she gets in deeper than she wants to be.

Raemira glances over at the moving form, a brow raising slightly, "Good evening, child." She addresses Lisendra."

Marisel doesn't seem to notice Lisendra or anyone else but the ageless faced woman before her in riding garb. This time the lightning flash of angered indignancy is plain in those storm tossed violet eyes, and she can barely keep the fire from finding her face. Twin hands knot in her skirts as she very, very slowly drops a sensually graceful curtsy before Raemira, and makes her voice very small. "I would be happy to do that, Mother. Shall I go now?"

Lisendra voice wavers slightly as she says, "Good evening... Mother."

Lisendra curties as deeply as the novince did.

Raemira glances back to Marisel, just in time to see the angered look on her face. "After you help clean the pots within the Kitchen for this evenings supper, you will report to her. Perhaps that will give you a lesson in keeping your anger as well. You may go now."

Raemira turns her gaze back on Lisendra, seemingly more pleasant and inviting than it was for the rebellious Novice, "May I help you child...?" She smiles faintly at the scared woman, trying her best to disarm any fears by her ageless facial expressions becoming softer.

Marisel grits her teeth, but bites back anything she might say as she drops a curtsy that holds all the lithe grace of an exotic dancer to its swaying. Somehow, it still manages to hold a trace of rebellion. But she makes certain the expression on her face is one of respectful chastisement before she turns to go. "Yes, Mother, as you wish."

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

Lisendra sounds a little stedier as she straightens up, "I just wanted to see the Tower, Mother."

Semarra enters the Tower Courtyard through the Alindrelle Gates.

Coerel closes the sliding door as he enters the Courtyard.

Raemira inclines her head slightly to Lisendra, offering a faint smile, "That is fine child, however, if you wish to look inside, you will need a guide. There are places that are not open to the general public."

Coerel steps out of the stables and then glances at the women uncertainly.

Lisendra looks around and asks, "Where can I get a guide, Mother?"

Lisendra shivers as if something was blowing on her neck.

Coerel stops just outside the stables, but remains silent.

Raemira motions to a Novice that appears to be coming out of the Tower, right at the right moment. How lucky, or unlucky for the novice. The Novice blinks as she notices the Amyrlin gesturing to her and quickly drops a curtsey, then goes over to Raemira. "Yes Mother?" Raemira speaks in a soft voice, "Please show this woman about the Tower. She is interested in looking about." The Novice nods and bobs a curtsey, giving Lisendra a curious glance, perhaps wondering why the Amyrlin herself requested that she show her about. "Come this way please..." The novice speaks, motioning Lisendra to the Tower.

You paged Lisendra with 'You will only be allowed into the common wing, other wise those people who see you going upstairs might question why you are there.'.

Lisendra curtsies and says, "Thank you Mother."

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

Coerel smiles faintly.

Raemira watches Lisendra as she passes through the doors. It is then when she feels the presence of someone nearby and she turns. She smiles warmly at Coerel, "Good evening Gaidin. Enjoying your time here, so far, I hope?"

Semarra glides up the lamp lit street, their light reflecting off her raven hair giving its locks a blue sheen. Seeing the Amyrlin she comes to a halt giving the woman a small smile, "Goodeve Mother." Her flashing emerald eyes then take in the tall man standing off to one side. A slow, lazily seductive smile lights her full lips as she glances sideways at him. You get the feeling that her eyes missed little, even if they didn't linger too long.

Tamarind walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Coerel smiles with a nod, "Yes, my stay has been quiet interesting so far." He sees Semarra and hastily adds, "Mother." As though he seems uncomfortable saying it.

Coerel nods politely to both Semarra and Tamarind.

Slowly, Raemira turns around to see who addressed her, momentarily taking her eyes from Coerel to do so. She inclines her head to Semarra, "Good evening daughter." She also catches the look at Coerel and something of, well... a frown appears on her face, though it quickly washes away as she speaks, "I would like you to meet Coerel, my Gaidin."

Tamarind steps quietly through the Tower doors, nodding briefly and politely to the guards there that hold it open for her, then descends the stairs in an elegant trailing wave of heavy blue velvet, light winking richly from the heavy embroidery that smothers the sections of her gown that can be seen peeping from beneath her cloak. Her ageless face looks neither left nor right, and she moves with the certain surety that she owns the very ground she walks upon. Her eyes are drawn almost immediately toward the Amyrlin, and as she nears, she comes to a gliding halt and drops an elegant curtsy that shows longstanding practice and graceful ease. Her rich melodical voice is a murmuring song. "Mother, Light shine upon you." She is in time to catch Raemira's words, and a slim brow quirks gently as she turns her eyes upon Coerel. Semarra's eyebrow arches only a fraction as she is given the chance to gaze upon the Gaiden more fully. Her penetrating green eyes traveling up and down his figure with no sign of wishing to rush the procedure. The wind carries her fient words, "What a shame.." Louder she addresses the Gaidin, "Welcome to the Tower Coerel." She says in a rather throaty voice.

Lisendra walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Lisendra curtsies deeply and says, "Thank you Mother. The Tower is beautiful and the novice was very helpful. I am sorry I can not stay to look longer."

Raemira catches Lisendra's words as she leaves the Tower and merely nods to the girl before turning her attention to the others gathered.

Tamarind adds her lilting words as a lighter silken echo of Semarra's throaty velvet. "Indeed, Gaidin.. welcome to the White Tower. It is good to know." A soft smile that might actually be sincere curves up her lips as she turns and rests her sparkling emerald gaze upon Raemira's face. "That our Mother will be Warded well. Her safety and well being are our utmost concern."

Upon spotting Tamarind coming towards her, Raemira offers a pleasant smile, only to lose it a moment after, perhaps, hearing Semarra's faint words. She keeps her face in a carefully schooled composure, her eyes perhaps betraying a hint of disapproval, however she acceeds to the words afterward, not commenting on what sort of shame it was really. She againoffers another pleasant smile, speaking quietly as she does so, "Coerel was a great help to me in Altara when I was advising the King there."

Semarra produces just about the sweetest smile you've ever seen when she turns to the Amyrlin. Her velvet voice holds the proper respect as she comments, "I'm sure he was, Mother." she flashes a very different smile upon the Gaidin in question.

Coerel stands confidently, but remains quiet.

With slow deliberateness, Tamarind moves her discerning gaze back to Coerel's face, and keeps her lovely smile in its place. "I am certain he will be an even greater aid to you here, Mother." Her sweet voice holds a low richness as she studies the man, and nods slightly, then turns her quiet appraisal to Semarra.. who she watches with a sudden hawklike air, though the dispassion upon her face changes itself not so much as a whit.

Raemira furrows her brow just slightly before smoothing over her facial features. She then turns to Coerel and whispers something quietly to him.

You whisper "Can you please continue getting settled?" to Coerel.

Semarra chuckles softly to herself before turning her gaze from the very well proportioned Gaiden to Tamarind, "Why Goodeve sister, you are out late." Her smile is changes to the one she reserves for women, pleasant.

Coerel nods at Raemira's words. He gives a slight bow to her and then the other Aes Sedai before turning and making his way towards the practice field.

Coerel passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Practice Yard.

Tamarind inclines her head slightly, and shares a look with Semarra that speaks a comradeship in the past.. somehow she gives the impression of being amused with the other woman. "Indeed, Sister, I was not wearied and sought a walk beneath the moon and the stars. I see you are awake yet as well."

Raemira watches quietly as Coerel leaves, her face carefully masked, then she turns her full attention on the two before her, stating quietly, "I think he will make a fine addition here. His skills are excellent. Far beyond most I have seen here."

Semarra nods, a brief look of dissapointment flashing across her features as the Gaidin leaves...he /was/ nice to look upon, bonded or not. Her face is quickly composed once more as she comments, "I have always liked the moon and stars." She turns to the Amyrlin and inclines her head, asking with just the barest hint of mischief, "And that would not be a biased opinion, would it Mother?"

At the sound of Raemira's voice, Tamarind glances toward the departing back of the Amyrlin's newly bonded Gaidin, and then slides her eyes to woman's face. "Indeed, I am certain you would have chosen no less, Mother. I have," here she schools her face into the ageless Aes Sedai distance so that nothing might be seen.. though her gaze flickers. "I have bonded a Gaidin myself recently. Perhaps they will spar together."

Lisendra looks the Domani Aes Sedai over seeming to wonder something.

Semarra seems by instinct to know when someone is looking her over, turning her head slightly she metts the gaze of the young girl with a slightly arched eyebrow of question before turning back to the others. She chuckles softly at something, but makes no comment.

Raemira offers the barest of smiles to Tamarind, speaking quietly, "Perhaps they will find themselves well matched. I think Coerel has spent enough time wondering. I am amazed that he has not found some sort of misfortune before coming back to us." Hinting that perhaps he studied here once before, or had attended to the Tower before. She emits a faint sigh after a moment and glances about the yard absently, then answers Semarra, "I was speaking of his combat skills Semarra. He earned a heron-mark, so I would think that I was not being biased."

Isgrimathur walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Lisendra seems to be standing perfectly still as if pondering wether to speak or not.

Tamarind's lips curve into a greater smile at the words Raemira speaks, for some private reason, and she stands just a fraction taller as she nods very thoughtfully. "Yes, Mother, those who have earned the heron blade are very few and those who bond such men are quite fortunate indeed."

Semarra inclines her head, "Of course Mother. I look forward to seeing his skil...on the practice field." Its just the barest pause, hardly noticible, though her emerald eyes twinkle with a teasing light.

Lisendra mummers something under her breath as if it just came to her mind.

Tamarind's finely drawn brow arches fully at that comment, though she makes no remark to Semarra, just keeps a contemplative gaze upon her Green Sister for a time. Moonlight spills to silver the golden fire of her hair, and in the night, she could be a pillared statue she remains so very still.

Isgrimathur comes down the steps out of the tower, his bootheels clicking on the polished marble of the stair. Sweeping a fierce eyed gaze over the courtyard, he diverts his path towards Tamarind when he sees her. When he draws to a few steps away from her he bows respectfully to Raemira and after rising from that he inclines his head in a nod to Semarra, remaining silent.

Tamarind senses Isgrimathur approach more than anything else, and a slight tension enters her nobly held frame as he steps silently up behind her. Her face again resumes that safe and distant mask as she half turns to acknowledge his presence with a nod of welcome, then sweeps her gaze back to the other two women standing nearby. "Speak of Gaidin, and they appear, do they not?" She pauses and steps back. "Might I present Isgrimathur to you both."

Raemira inclines hehr head to both women, then turns her attention to the obviously male figure exiting the Tower. Her brow quirks just slightly as she takes in his features, her ageless Aes Sedai features in a perfectly hued mask of indifference at the moment. "Light illumne you, Gaidin." Raemira speaks in a quiet, yet strong voice.

Lisendra looks torward the west and starts to hum a tune seemingly by habit.

Raemira furrows her brow faintly, then speaks softly, "Excuse me a moment... " She breaks away from the group and approaches Lisendra, "Hello child. I see that you have come back. Was there something else that you had wanted?"

Lisendra notices the people looking at her and starts as she notices she is humming and instantly stops, "Umm... No... Mother."

Tamarind nods as the Amyrlin steps away, and then slides her gaze across Isgrimathur's face.. leaving it there and allowing a tiny line to furrow her brow before she purses her lips and waits for whatever it is Semarra is going to say.

That ageless gaze that seems to be going about quite often of late settles and fixes itself on Lisendra, as Raemira starts to speak, "Are you certain? It is not often we have people who just want to 'look' at our courtyard. Most are too scared or frightened of is to even enter." She gives the young woman a curious glance, almost hesitantly reaching out to lift the girl's chin, not wanting to scare her. Something cryptic can be seen within Raemira's eyes as she does this.

Semarra's emerald eyes turn to linger over the masculine form before her. That lazily seductive smile alighting her full lips. there is a barely preceptible shift in the way she holds herself, but suddenly the light from the lamps seem to shade her form in a different hue. The gossamer threads of her dress seeming to present a barely opaque covering of her curvasious body. her velvety voice practically purrs, "Aye, goodeve, Gaidin."

Lisendra smiles, "I... well.. I just wanted to see if the Aes Sedai were truely as they are in the stories but you have not harmed me in any way and stories have been wrong before."

Lisendra smiles, "And... I always wondered what it would be like to be around Aes Sedai."

Renimar enters the Courtyard from the Barracks.

Pemit to Lisendra - As the Amyrlin's hand touches your cheek you get this sudden chill within your body for the slightest of moments, then it disappears.

Lisendra shivers and lets out a breath.

Raemira's hand drops away from Lisendra's face and a slightly disappointed look crosses her features for only a brief moment. She nod absently to the girl, seemingly thoughtful still yet. "We do not harm people child, not unless it is to save our lives. It is more like others try to harm us out of fear."

Lisendra frowns slightly, "If I may ask, Mother, What did you do?"

Tamarind's already stiff posture gains a bit more rigidity without her even having to move, and she does not so much as glance at Isgrimathur. She watches Semarra, her face a mask so devoid of emotion that she seems a block of carved stone. The same light that shades the Domani woman's face into sensual lines of invitation, sets a sparking fire of some kind in her own. But, she says nothing, remaining silent to permit Isgrimathur to answer in whatever way is his desire.

Irinya walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Kale enters the Courtyard of the White Tower through the Osendrelle Gates, watched by the hawkeyes of the Tower Guard.

Tamarind stands beside the sultry form of Semarra, who is addressing Isgrimathur with a low voice. The Amyrlin speaks with another young woman at one side.

Raemira offers a faint, yet mysterious smile to the young girl before her, though her facial expression is still one of that tries to disarm fears. She speaks in a light, yet cryptic tone, "I was merely checking something, I did not harm you."

Lisendra smiles softly, "Then I would like to ask something if I may?"

Irinya walks out through the gates in graceful yet purpose strides.. She notices the Amyrlin on her way and stops to dip into a gracefuly curtsy "Mother." Before heading over to Tamarind and Semarra

Isgrimathur places his hands behind himself and clasps them together, a faint light of amusement entering his eyes at the way he is greeted by Semmara. His eyes glance momentarily towards Tamarind before he says in a low and even voice, "Peace favor you, Aes Sedai."

Raemira nods absently to Irinya as she speaks to Lisendra, her eyes thoughtfully gazing at the young girl.

Kale steps into thecourtyard, his face passive but his walk is stiff and intent as he heads toward the barracks.

Kale pulls open the door to the Barracks and leaves the Courtyard.

Lisendra glances at Kale as he leaves.

Tamarind is standing rather aloofly, even more so than is her usual wont, her body is carefully held as she watches Semarra with so utter a lack of passion that it does her Aes Sedai name proud. She says nothing as Isgrimathur answers the Domani woman, but her eyes are caught by the Red Sister's approach and she inclines her head with a graceful politeness that yet manages not to show too much deference. "Irinya, Light shine upon your path."

Semarra turns those same eyes upon the newest male to enter the courtyard. Emerald fire takes in the man's form, lingering over broad chest and finely crafted features of strong jawline. Her velvet voice is thoughtful, "The night brings on many lovely things to look at." Seeing the man leave she returns thos eyes to Tam and Isgrimathur. A knowing look entering her eyes. a soft throaty chuckle escaps her as she comments simply, "Ah, I see, peace favor you Gaidin."

Lisendra takes a deep breath and says quickly but respectfull, "Mother, I would like to ask if there is a song that you favor that you would like to here. It would be a great honor to play my flute for you."

Raemira lifts a brow at Lisendra, "Is there something wrong child?" She catches the paling features, then glances over toward the barrackswhere Kale left to.

Kale enters the Courtyard through an opening in the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.

Renimar stands off in the distance by one of the bridge's guard posts, speaking quietly with a couple of the other guards.

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

Irinya allows her full lips curve up into the hint of a small smile, in a polite way somehow. "Tamarind, a pleasure. " She turns to Semarra, very well noticing her ways towards the Warder.. Her voice is polite, yet there is a sarcastic undertone in it. "Sister Semarra.. I see you have not changed the fashion of playing with the men?" The word 'men' sounds strange in her mouth..

Raemira speaks to Lisendra, her voice soft, "At the moment, my mind slips me. Please play one of your own favorites. It would be a delight."

Yet again does that fiery curve of a brow arch upwards and Tamarind turns the full weight of her eyes upon Semarra's face. She makes no remark upon the other woman's parting comment, and with a smoothness that speaks almost of relief, if one could discern anything about her, she finds a faint smile for Irinya.

Lisendra pulls a small silver flute from her bag and begins to play, "The Wind That Shakes The Willow." The melody seems to carry across the air.

Semarra hearing Irinya's comment she turns her gaze to the Red sister, a pleasant smile replacing her...earlier one. "Sister." She inclines her head towards the other woman, asking, "Did you expect me too...not everyone holds your own opinion on the subject." she says with a light teasing note.

Tamarind softens her expression finally, and adjusts the way her cloak falls, even though its line seemed as perfect before her hand tugged the heavy cloth just an inch or so one way. Her smile is smooth. "It is amazing how many different opinions can be held upon just that subject. The extremes," she glances from Semarra to Irinya, "And all the spectrum in between."

Irinya avoids Semarra's remark with a slightly upturned eyebrow, smoothly avoiding the subject. "..If that is how you view it.. " She offers a very slight smile, it doesn't reach her eyes, but it also makes sure to show that her comments are only teasing as well. Instead she answers "I thought you had enough toys already, Semarra.. But some cannot get enough, cen they?" She turns to Tamarind and nods slowly "Interesting point of view, Tamarind."

Lisendra slips on the notes suprised at something but continues on with the song.

Semarra chuckles throatily at the Red sisters comment, letting her eyes slip from the woman to Renimar...a bit young..but still, can'thold that against the poor man, can she? Her eyes graze over his form as she comments, "'Toys', not the word I would use..."

Lisendra slips again and glances at Renimar.

A soft laugh is carries through the wind from one of the bridge guard towers, as the guards chat it up.

Raemira turns her head toward the group frowning faintly at the topic of conversation, however she does not comment at the moment. Instead she turns her head to Lisendra, perhaps waiting for the song to be finished.

Tamarind seems to gain some element of poise now, and the tight mask that grasped her face for some reason is all but gone as her body relaxes into its usual lithe grace. "Men are neither toys nor tools.. they are just men."

Lisendra finishes the song and puts the flute back in her bag and curties deeply.

Irinya taps a finger on her delicate chin, answering Semarra. "Ah.. But in the end, that is.. what men are, after all. No idea to have a man in the vicinity if he cannot be put to proper use. " She doesn't seem to care the slightest that the men in the vicinity might overhear this. She neither expects any answer to it, and offers Semarra a small, slightly amused smile. "But we all learn from different schools, don't we? " She looks at Tamarind, dark, calculating eyes studying her for a while. It seems she takes a deep breath, by the way her bosom rises and falls two times, in a very pleasant manner. She changes subject completely "We never had much chance for tea yesterday"

Raemira inclines her head, pulling a single silver coin from somewhere and presses it into Lisendra's hand. Of course, it is a Tar Valon mark. "For your playing. I enjoyed it very well." She glances over her shoulder once, then speaks absently to Lisendra, "If you will now please excuse me child..." without saying anything else she moves toward the gathered group.

Tamarind doesn't waver at all beneath the appraisal of Irinya's dark eyes, and she goes so far as to offer a smile in return. "Indeed we are, Sister." She lifts her chin, and her disfocused and inturned gaze slightly upward as dawn's beauty lightens the sky and sends the moon into her bed. "Indeed, we seem to have been interrupted yesterday."

Lisendra passes through the Alindrelle Gates under the watcheful eyes of the Tower Guards.

Semarra smiles pleasantly enough at Tamarind, letting her eyes graze over the men present as she comments in that velvet voice cultivated since birth it seems. "Yes, men have too many uses to limit them to just one."

Tamarind purses her lips thoughtfully, and doesn't bring down her eyes to look at Semarra, but she finds a light voice with which to reply. "Men and women both have their uses, Sister. Not just men alone." She grows quiet again, obviously considering something within. Renimar looks around idly, since his current post is not busy. He spies across the courtyard and sees a group of what seem to be Aes Sedai flocking together.

Kale walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Kale passes through the Alindrelle Gates under the watcheful eyes of the Tower Guards. Kale has left.

Irinya lets her unblinking gaze move to Renimar for a brief moment before returning her attention to Tamarind and Semarra. She doesn't seem to find any needs to answer Tamarind's last comment with anything but a faint nod. She arranges her shawl in an idle gesture, seemingly not even aware of it. "I wonder if it is too early for tea... "

Tamarind takes a faint breath, and finds a smile which rivals the beauty of the early morn, and she slowly slides her gemstone eyes back down to Irinya. "I would think that no time is ever too early or too late for tea, Sister." Almost idly, she casts a quick glance over the slender width of one shoulder to verify visually the fact that Isgrimathur yet remains there at hand.

Still off in the distance, Renimar gestures vaguely to the Tower as he speaks some more with the other guards.

Semarra smiles pleasantly to the Amyrlin as she returns to the small gathering, stepping with deferment to one side as she steps up to the others. Well, alright, it does give her a better look at Ren, still a bit away in the early morning light. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, it also gives her an unblocked view of Isgrimathur as well.

Tamarind inclines her head with a respect that shows no sign of being grudging to Raemira as she retuns to the little gathering of Aes Sedai. "Indeed we are, Mother.. we all seem to hold different opinion on that particular subject."

Irinya turns her head slightly as Raemira arrives and speaks. She lets her lips curve into the hint of a small smile. "Yes, more or less.. "

Semarra takes her gaze from the men to rest upon the Amyrlin, a pleasant smile lighting her face, "Why Mother, the subject is boundless in its entertainment.. would you care to join us?" Her eyes hold not a small amount of mischief.

Irinya says in a calm, velvety voice "The discussion is rather limited in my opinion.. " She looks at Semarra. "And I wouldn't consider it as very entertaining at all."

Raemira speaks in a low, yet soft voice, commenting "Actually, I was just about to take a stroll to the Ogier Grove. I find that I have need to walk about and think upon a few matters"

It seems to be Tamarind's turn to be subtly amused, and one side of her finely shaped mouth tugs with the vestiges of a smile. "The subject has its ups and downs." She leaves her enigmatic words and focuses upon Raemira as her voice is heard. "Walking seems to aid us all, Mother." Semarra inclines her head towards the Amyrlin in acknowledgment before commenting to the Red Sister, "Why does that not surprise me, sister?"

Raemira excuses herself quietly once more then heads for one of the gates.

[Scene Change: Much time passes since the Amyrlin left and had returned to the Tower. She's once more seen to be leaving.

Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupantes: Irinya, Semarra, Raemira]

Raemira exits the Tower once more, heading toward the street.

Irinya offers a small chuckle to Semarra. "They do, don't they?" Oh, she is very aware of herself, that's for certain. Seeing Raemira, she inclines her head respectfully. No need for curtsy at that distance.

Semarra turns from her conversation with Irinya long enough to also incline her head respectfully towards the Amyrlin.

Raemira inclines her head back as she passes through, only quirking a brow slightly as she moves on.

You pass through the Alindrelle Gates under the watcheful eyes of the Tower Guards.

[Scene Change: The Amyrlin leaves the tower, to go for a day out at the....

Common Room: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon

Occupants: Diar, Maeve, Raemira]

Diar sets down a bag smoothly onto the bartop, not caring to slip it onto the floor out of his sight as he glances at the man a pair of stools to his left, and another to his right, inclining his head briefly, smiling as he murmurs empty pleasantries, the grey eyes in their sockets at the moment too watchful, serious. He speaks to the server behind the bar, and with one hand -- his left, bearing some Seafolk tattoo -- he opens it and rummages, pulling out a pair of coins and setting them easily down to be taken, the right ... almost, but not quite, on a thigh, not far from the green-wrapped hilt of his sword. He waits quietly for his order to come back, spending his time by turning round and studying the crowd again, pipesmoke scenting and filling the air, joining the sound of conversation.

Diar flags a passing server and orders quietly.

The server quickly returns and walks over to the Long Oak Bar and sets the Cairhienin blue wine before Diar.

Raemira quietly enters the room, her ageless features sticking out like a sore thumb. She is garbed simply in a pair nice fitting riding clothing. Her eyes wander about the room, not really settling on anyone person at the moment, simply observing. She idly wanders over to a table and slips into a chair. That is, if ageless women can seem idle about anything. Slowly, she lowers herself until she is sitting, then she brings a hand up to her chin and taps it slightly, seemingly a gesture that is familiar to her.

Maeve briefly lets her attention wander from the red-haired man to the woman who just walked into the common room, her glance a passing one that fails notice both this and that - or so it seems at least she returns that grey-eyed gaze to Diar again, lifting one hand to gracefully run slender fingers through her wealth of auburn curls. Something about her, not only that nearly triangular face, seems to provoce images of a fox staring at a juicy little bird.

Diar sits at the bar, a leather bag set down on the counter, and now a bottle of fine wine and a glass. In a manner casual, his eyes note the oddities, and the points of interest, with clear grey experience, noting the woman who recently entered, and the ageless look of her, the way those in the inn who note her suddenly slip into deference.. and he passes on again, eyes slipping almost certainly on women only for a reason not too hard to guess before he smiles enigmatically to himself at some of the looks he gets back, but he turns to his wine at the last, back to everyone.

The common bustle and noise that runs through any tavern room begins to soften and lessen slowly, not a shadow or a muffling but simply a rustle of acknowledgment to the woman who entered recently, quiet deference known well to the people of this city.

Aereis slips inside and looks around, remaining byt he door. He carries a satchel, but none o fhis usual carving tools

Raemira lifts a brow cooly as she observes the goings on within the inn. Certainly they are not things that she hasn't seen before, afterall, she's got a Tower full of Domani or Domani wannabes lately. She idly motions to a passing server, who comes almost too immediately to herself, also taking note of her ageless look and perhaps her half hidden ring on her right hand. She lets out a soft sigh at the hastiness, then murmurs quietly to the waiter, speaking gently, "And do please take your time" something of a mixed Cairhienen and Altaran accent coming from her direction. The waiter nods and bows and takes careful steps toward the kitchens.

Maeve chuckles softly, red tongue briefly sliding over her full lips as if to recover a straying drop of wine, and shifts in her seat - those silvery-grey eyes now falling upon Aereis whom she offers a most radiant smile. Restless she seems to be though, her attention soon wandering again, and with Raemira seated at a table not too far away from her and the fireplace, she cannot help but to study the other woman for a moment, her eyes widening a fraction as she sees what she should have expected in this town.

Diar, taking up the bottle and smoothly uncorking it after slipping the small pouch of money away into the confines of his open green coat, pours the blue liqiud -- one of the finest wines made by men -- from it into the simpel glass set before him, watching it as it moves through miniature turmoil to quiet rest while he raises it to his lips -- tattooing on the back of his hands becoming plain, designs that are meaningless to most but the Seafolk and those who care to know of their ways. He sips the wine carefully, tasting, almost a ceremony of it .. and swallows after a space of time, corners of his lips turning up again before he turns in the stool to, again, study thoughtfully.. more and more going through the people present in grey-eyed consideration.

It appears that Raemira is taking no special interest in anyone within the room, or at least it seems that way. In fact she just appears to be looking toward the kitchens expectantly and soon after a waiter appears again, with a saucer and a cup, persumably tea. He sets it down before the ageless looking waoman and bows again, seemingly slightly nervous. Raemira offers him a disarming smile, meant to quell his fears, though if it's working, you can't tell. Raemira takes the cup within her hands and idly sips her tea in a carefree manner, as if nothing had really changed within the inn, including the deferent atmosphere. Her eyes look about with a deep wisdom of things known and perhaps lost as well.

Aereis glances around and pauses as he notices Diar's tattoos.

Maeve's demeanor changes, if for a moment only, from the girlish mischief of a tavern wench to something which has a touch of haughty, ladylike elegance as she inclines her head in Raemira's direction. The next moment that grin is back, curving her lips enough to show a gleam of white as she refills her glass with a smooth gesture, the decanter before her now less than half-full.

Aereis moves almost tentatively towards Diar, though keeps a reasonable distance away from him.

Irinya comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Semarra comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Diar notes the man as he studies the crowd, getting a sense of the pattern of things, how silence radiates outwards in lessening degrees from the Aes Sedai, for she can be nothing else, and he smiles a moment, inclining his head in genuine greeting, eyes following the tattoo's on the man's arms .. though he makes no motion, besides sipping his blue-hued wine from its glass, leaning back against the bar counter from his seat .. and of course noting even more of the women of the Tower finding their way into this particular inn.

Raemira continues to gently sip her tea, her eyes casually glancing about the room. For a moment, the fall gently on Maeve, raising just slightly at the young girl's demeanor. She studies her for a long moment, seemingly taking in every feature about her, as if storing them to memory for further use, then just as much as she was studying her, she quietly dismisses her all in one breath, instead turning her attentiont o the door and the new arrivals, something mysterious flickering within her eyes.

Aereis watches the man for another long moment before turning and finding his way to a table.

Irinya enters along with Semarra.. She seems far from unsurprised the first moment she spots Raemira in here, but it quickly disappears behind her ageless mask of serenity. She very likely realizes that Raemira does not want to give herself away right now, and she settles with inclining her head slightly, yet respectfully to her.

You sense Irinya seems to wait for your approval before doing anything that will give you away.

A door swinging open attracts Maeve's attention, grey eyes watching the new arrivals - this time seeing them for what they are but not widening, though she does incline her head once more, again adopting the role of lady. Raemira's gaze makes her shift just a fraction in her seat, and as she lifts the glass to her lips again she mutters, before drinking, something about ' Just ... luck.. Too.. women..'

Irinya senses "Raemira notices your glance and shakes her head slightly, indicating she'd rather remain just another Aes Sedai."

Aereis slides into the Back Corner Booth.

Light slants through windows into the common room, hilighting the tendrils of smoke that rise from the pipes of men that lazily make their way through the marred air .. but as more men, and eventually women, look to see the new entry's .. well, a native of Tar Valon is not easily mistaken of the ageless look, and again there's a rustle of acknowledgment, the already too-quiet room growing a touch quieter.

Semarra enters the room behind her Red sister, the gentle sway of her hips seemingly an unconscious movement. the lights of the common room's lamps seem to outline her form briefly underneath the gossamer threads of her green dress as she moves in from the doorway. Her penatrating emerald eyes take in those present, lingering much longer on the forms of the men then they do the women. a small lazily sultry smile curling up the corners of her full lips. She inclines her head respectfully to Rae, taking a clue from Irinya not to formally address the woman.

Raemira offers a friendly smile to the new arrivals, speaking in a quiet lilt that has Cairhienen and Altaran accents mixed within it, "Irinya. Semarra, what a pleasure seeing you both here." She slips into a very informal state considering her status.

Irinya shoots a very cold, yet calm glare at a young man staring too much at her supple curves, which makes him look away rather quickly, flushing nervously. She pays no further attention of course, offering a small smile in direction of Raemira. "A pleasure indeed. " She adds no name or title, subtly avoiding it, instead her voice sounds very polite and not respectful in the slightest. "We were about for a change in the flavour of tea. Do you wish for us to join you?"

Raemira inclines her head slightly, eyes taking everything in with a casual demeanor, "Yes... please do." Again she offers another pleasant, polite smile.

Irinya sits down at the Small Table Near Fire.

Diar seems to give little care to the comings and goings, an enigmatic smile on his cleanshaven face, eyes watchful but not apparently overly so.. but again he decides to take his time with studying women -- of the non-ageless variety -- more and more often, seeing how the looks he receives in turn are, for he does look long enough to be noticed, judging potentials... The red-haired young woman, her hue the same as his, and it seems his eyes as well, rare colors as they are, gets a fair dose of attention, though only what any noble might offer to any comely woman when he's just arrived in a city ... and then his eyes move on again, going through the rest of the room.

Aereis watches the goings on with a distant eye from the back of the inn. His glances are far less appraising than Diar's and he seems more content to observe as though he were watching a story unfold than anything else.

Maeve drains her glass in one smooth sweep, in the style of a hardened soldier rather than a properly raised young lady, setting it down firmly and tossing her head back to send auburn curls dancing about her face. With grace and practiced ease she stands up, grey eyes wandering over the room as she takes her time to brush her dress smooth. Catching Diar's gaze her way she chuckles softly, then turns away with a wink, sauntering over towards the other end of the oaken bar.

Raemira rises slightly, "Perhaps we should expand to another table, this one does not have enough seats, it seems" She heads over to the hearth to take a seat.

You sit down on the Wide Stone Hearth.

Irinya stands leaves the Small Table Near Fire

. Semarra saunters over to the table with the other women, her gate slow enough to allow the men time to look, her hips rolling enough to give them something to look at. she takes time to meet each and every gaze, letting it linger with hints of promissed meetings before taking an empty seat near the others.

Irinya sits down on the Wide Stone Hearth.

Raemira sets her tea down as she takes a seat at the hearth table, her eyes still steadily taking ineverything and everone. Consequently the hearth table appears to be somewhat closer to that which Maeve is sitting at. Coincidence? Probably,though then again, you all know how Aes Sedai are when they want something, or want to observe something. However the young seeming woman does not so much as glance at the mischievous girl, intent on watching everything but at the moment.

Semarra sits down on the Wide Stone Hearth.

Renimar comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Aereis slips out of his seat with a smooth movement and heads towards the door with no more ado. His satchel is slung over his shoulder as he departs his booth Aereis stands leaves the Back Corner Booth. Renimar enters in and quickly scans the room, out of habit. Irinya glances in the direction of Maeve for a moment, as if studying her. But it is so quick and faint that you wouldn't really know if she even looked there.. She gets a serving maid over to the table by merely looking at her, it seems the innkeeper makes sure these women are waited in properly..

Renimar raises a brow at the sight of a number of the Sisters here, but dismisses it quickly. He goes to a small private table.

Renimar sits down at the Small Table Near Fire.

Fearless, or foolish (most likely the latter), Maeve studies the three women closely as they settle at their new table, one slender eyebrow arching and something which could have been a frown fleetingly passes over her face. Leaning against the great oaken table she hesitates for a moment, then waves one of the serving girls over to speak quietly to her.

Diar shifts in his barstool a little as his eyes finish their path through the room, now moving back as he smoothly drains his glass of blue wine, casually reaching behind him and finding the bottle there without need of looking. He offers pleasant, unsuggestive smiles to most all -- though a vacant table seems to surprise him for a fleeting instant before he finds the former occupant again while filling his glass again in composed silence, hands never too far from the long-hilted sword at his hip in its wooden scabbard.

Maeve stands leaves the Fireside Table.

On the bench, Raemira murmurs in soft tones, her eyes actually lingering on Maeve, despite her best efforts not to stare. She speaks softly, "I do believe we have a potential student in our midsts. However do not approach her, yet. I want her watched subtly for a bit."

Irinya nods her head slowly to something Raemira says at the table, answering quitely.

On the bench, Irinya answers Raemira in quite tones, making sure not to be overheard. "A wise decision. She will be approached more easily afterwards."

Renimar flags a passing server and orders quietly.

The server quickly returns and walks over to the Small Table Near Fire and sets the Lentil Stew, Bread and Cheese and a mug of cider before Renimar.

This place is oddly, or perhaps not, rather subdued, a hint of tension mingled with a touch too much of deference perhaps, killing the usually cheerful mood and elaving none to dare to speak out too loudly, keeping their voices low so only table companions may hear them.

Semarra does not even give the barmaid a second glance, letting Irinya order as she continues to take in..the sights. Something briefly flashes over her face, an irritation of sorts that her attention was distracted. she scratches the back of her hand and then hearing a whispered comment at her table she relaxes and nods shallowly.

As the serving girl shakes her head slightly Maeve's frown becomes more pronounced though then she shrughs lightly, silvery gaze straying back to Diar and that smile returns to her lips, one hand gracefully lifted to finger the scarf about her neck.

Renimar takes his meal, temporarily ignoring all the rest in the room. He eats with a hearty appetite, washing it all down with cider.

Puflin comes down the wooden stairs from the second floor.

On the bench, Semarra says "I was wondering what had my hand itching..yes, I see now. It shall be as you say, Mother."

Puflin opens the door to the stable yardand heads outside.

Tamarind comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

You stand and leave the Wide Stone Hearth.

Irinya stands leaves the Wide Stone Hearth.

Semarra stands leaves the Wide Stone Hearth.

Raemira nods very slowly to something Irinya speaks, her eyes glancing over at Renimar, a single brow lifting slightly at the young man. After a moment she dismisses him, typical of one who has such ageless faces to do, however she is not one to look down on others, he simply does not interest her, nor do any of the other men at the moment. She nods to something else said at the table. Upon seeing Tamarind entering she lets out a soft, quiet sigh, murmuring, "Perhaps yet another larger table...?" then walks over to the largest there is and takes a seat, demurely, still holding her tea.

Semarra sits down at the Large Oaken Table.

Maeve laughs softly to herself suddenly, her voice smooth and touched by a husky tinge, "'Tis a chilly day in here, would anyone care for some dancing to warm it up perhaps?", she says while rubbing her arms for emphasiz and allowing that gaze to wander over the other patrons, almost challenging. In the end her eyes come to linger upon Diar, one slender brow lifted in a silent question, a playful smile dancing upon her lips already.

Once seated Raemira smiles, speaking in a warm tone, "Tamarind, would you like to join us for some tea?" She motions quietly to her own tea cup, her other hand holding it as if she were about to take another sip.

Irinya notices Renimar. And she, in contradiction seems to be looking directly down at him, her shin raising a bit.. Apparently it's a common thing from her towards any -man-. Dismissing any attention towards him she lets her full lips curve into the hint of a small smile upon spotting Tamarind. "Ah, Tamarind, Sister. "

Renimar sits down at the Small Table Near Fire.

Tamarind steps quietly into the room, yet with a poise and diginity, and a regal reserve that is deserving to be noticed by one and all. Candlelight flashes from the encrusted embroidery that smothers one panel of her gown, and she pauses for but one moment before gliding her way toward a table where her sisters and the Amyrlin seem to have sat. Repose, and distance, and nothing else is upon the mask of her face as she nears and inclines her head respectfully toward the woman who heads the Tower. "Thank you Mother, I would.." She finds a faint smile, that while lovely, might also be troubled.. and might not, and slips into an empty seat at the table. Her eyes find the other women there. "Good day to you all.. once again."

A room more quiet than usual in a tavern greets any newcomers, with hazy smoke and twining light filling the air much more than the babble of voices does, only a reserved hum in the background of lowered speech and the occasional clinking of glass and utensils as patrons go about their meals more conservatively, of course not wishing any undue attention, not when those of the Tower that rises like a glittering a needle in the center of the City are present .. though some do respond to the red vixen's offer of a dance, a few musicians smiling to themselves as they uncase instruments. Diar among those to respond, does so with only a look and a smile before sipping again at his blue wine.

Semarra takes her own mug up to sip it slowly, her eyes dancing as she gazes over its rim. Seeing Tamarind enter she sets it down and smiles pleasantly at the Blue, It is a very different smile then the one she reserves for -men-.

The serving girl Maeve just spoke to looks quite shocked, shooting the Aes Sedia a nervous glance - quite probably it was dancing that Maeve just had inquired about and she had said no to. This doesn't seem to bother the red-haired girl though, and with a haughty toss of her head she smoothly slides out on the floor, not quite into the centre, not yet anyhow. There she stops for a moment, a bold gaze sliding over the room.

Raemira almost visiblly winces at the title 'mother' being spoken, perhaps having not wanted to bring undo attention to herself. However, you'll notice that she carefully keeps her features quite constructed in an expressionless picture., "Yes... good day..." She merely states.

Renimar continues with his meal, and continues to ignore anyone and anything else.

Tamarind notes Raemira's reaction.. and squirrels it away somewhere as she does nearly everything that she observes. And though a fiery brow curves upwards.. she takes it all in stride and offers nothing else for the time being but the slight smile as she finds her place in the conversation her entrance has interrupted.

Irinya looks up from the table to watch Maeve, her dark, unblinking eyes picking her apart like a puzzle, then putting the pieces -almost- back together again.. Perhaps Irinya is immensely interested in dancing? Hardly.

At your table, Semarra despite her outward appearance is keeping the girl in the center of the room under her gaze, "A bold one, is she not?" she comments to those at her table.

With a smooth, fluent movement Maeve works the scarves loose, the red silk caressing her body as she pulls them away. Silver glitters in her eyes, a gleam of expectation. Briefly she turns a fraction, nodding towards one of the tables within the shadows where one eager musician sits, "You look like you know your craft. Play something .. appropriate, and I will follow." The way she speaks she leaves no doubt abot what appropriate means to her at this moment.

At your table, Raemira nods slightly to Semarra, watching Maeve every now and again with quiet eyes. She speaks to Tamarind, "I was just telling Irinya and Semarra that we have a potential student within our presence. However I want her watched, not approached, perhaps to get a sense of her place within the Tower should she agree to join when we do ask her...."

Semarra speaks with barely concieved amusement to the other sisters at her table, her emerald eyes glittering in the fire light of the hearth.

Irinya mouth forms into a thin line with apparent disaproval at the light dress of Maeve.. Then turns to answer the other sisters

At your table, Irinya murmurs softly at the table "Luckily she won't wear dresses like that for quite a while. It is hardly approperiate."

At your table, Irinya nods in agreement to Raemira's statement.

At your table, Semarra glances down at her own dress and comments softly, "Speak for yourself sister..I happen to like the cut and may ask her to which tailor she goes."

Renimar pushes his plate away and leans back in his chair, sipping his cider contentedly. He looks over the room again, noting a group of Sisters, including that infuriating Blue, and a rather eager dancer.

With a gravely, low laugh, a cadaverous older man with hand drums made of wood and stretched leather set between his knees inclines his head, obviously having hoped to earn his pay tonight, and too old to care whoever's in the room... And so he begins, gnarled hands with ancient experience slowly beginning to beat the tight hide, sending mellow rhythm into the room, filling the void of insconsequential background hum with a smoky, continuous rythm that hints to sensuality, suited to the dancer...

At your table, Tamarind glances unerringly toward the young woman flashing various parts of herself, even clothed, across the room at Raemira's words.. and she cannot help but smile at both Semarra and Irinya's comments. For now, she lets her reaction be a gentle nod, and subtle attention to the girl without being direction at all.

As the slow rhythm starts to build up Maeve begins to move, fitting slender yet lush body to it. With her head slightly leaned back, eyes closed, she circles her hips - the motion growing bolder as the beat grows stronger. Her arms seem to have taken on a life of their own, describing patterns in the air which the silken scarves enhance - floating through twisting turns and spirals, briefly sliding across a section of unclothed flesh.

Raemira barely hides a smile at one of the comments spoken at the table, perhaps slightly amused. Sheturns her attention to the young girl, so apt to gain the attention of the crowd, or rather the male half. She comments at her table. At your table, Raemira says "Definitely Green. Couldnt see her otherwise." unclothed flesh.

Tamarind's eyes turn to one of the other women at her table as if she expects some sort of reaction to the conversation that hovers lowly and does not come anywhere near to being heard over the drums.

At your table, Irinya comments smoothly "Not necessarily, Mother.. The enviroment can change a woman surprisingly strongly. "

Semarra chuckles throatily at something said in the quiet circle of her table, nodding in agreement though she turns to comment softly.

Diar settles back into his stool easy enough, just as most other men in the room paying attention to the seductively dressed red-haired dancer, drinking his wine from time to time, letting his eyes follow . . . decidedly suggestive motions, with their own sort of natural . . . very natural grace.

Renimar hides a smile in his mug as he watches the dancer moves expressively.

Irinya adds to something she says at the table. "... But potential in any matter.. No doubt about that... "

At your table, Semarra comments with amusement. "Yes, perhaps the White shall snare her...or the Red." she adds with an obvious jibe at Irianya.

Irinya allows herself a small chuckle at something Semarra says, answering with dripping sarcasm..

Raemira lifts a brow faintly at Maeve, her eyes studying the girl with a slight grace of a scientist watching an experiment, interest perking. She nods quietly to Irinya, then casts a sidelong glance at something Semarra muttered, turning her attention away from Maeve, not wanting to seem as if she is staring, even if she were for a time. She makes it appear almost as if she were bored with the dance, had seen it several times and then some.

The drummer is after the steady beats joined by a younger man next to him, who is cued by the older mans nod as he lifts a set of shepard's pipes to his mouth and begins to wind the hollow, woody notes with the drum, skirling higher, then lower, adding impetuous and insistent sensuality to the already strong drumming...

At your table, Irinya chuckles in direction of Semarra "Yes, why not? Some put away the childlish games of men after a few years. "

Maeve now quickens her pace with each beat, her whole, lithely agile body swaying and her hips making bold, suggestive circles. With her arms still moving gracefully above her, briefly allowing the red silk to caress her, she starts to bend over backwards, arching her back to reach what seems to be dangerously far behind her. Auburn curls fall out behind her, a cascade of shimmering copper as light falls upon it.

Semarra raise her mug towards Irianya at some unheard comment.

Irinya looks up from Semarra, to study Maeve's dancing again.. Now you see no signs of disapproval. Her face calm, and serene.. She doesn't look young, not old either, she seems.. very ageless.

[Channeling] Maeve says, "You would not see her channeling any flows yet, but she's touching the source at least, so the glow is there"

At your table, Semarra says "And some decide to perfect those 'games'. Ahh, watch her now."

Renimar reaches into his cloak and extracts a folded piece of paper. One eye on the dancer, he fishes around again and pulls out what seems to be a stick or pen. Unfolding the paper, he smoothens it and his hand is quickly making its own dance over the sheet as he, presumably, sketches.

Something appears to peek Raemira's interest. She casually takes a sip of her tea and once again glances in Maeves direction, studying her, as if she were studying her form of dance rather than the person herself. Her eyes linger on the young woman, watching and waiting for something to come about.

Tamarind sits herself back more comfortably within the confines of her chair, and lifts one velvet clad arm to rest casually along the table's surface. She observes Maeve's performance with virtually no reaction at all, allowing a briefly polite pleasantness to flicker upon her countenance for only a moment before she swings her gaze slowly around the room... then finds her attention drawn back to the dancer again.

Diar lets his eyes for the most part hold on the dancer in her motions, obviously pleasing enough to keep most any man's interest. But then again, he seems to be used to it as well, not quite to the point of being mesmerized .. and glancing over towards the congregation of Aes Sedai thoughtfully, his enigmatic smile grows broader before his eyes slide liquidly back to the vixen working her body through the carefully suggestive dance.

For a time the beat of the music slows to an almost hyphnotically swaying tune, as the red-haired girl remains bent over backwards so that her upper body is nearly level with the floor, and then Maeve smoothly straightens up again - those hips never for a moment even ceasing their suggestive circling - and swiftly bends over forward and snaps erect again, sending auburn curls, green skirt and red silk swirling about her in a cascade of colour that contains more than a few glimpses of flesh.

Anatole comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Irinya leans back in her char and puts the cup of tea to her delicate lips, taking a careful sip.. Her dark, knowing eyes never leaving Maeve.

Anatole strides in, his elbow wrapped with Neera's supporting her, and Deffelis trailing somehwat behind them weighed down by pack and bags. He glances around the inn mtaking a place check as he looks for an empty table.

Raemira continues to watch Maeve nad her suggestive dancing, her eyes flickering slightly in a mysterious light, perhaps waiting for something to occur. She murmurs slightly.

Gliding over the floor with effortless ease Maeve seems to lay her claim upon more and more of the room, alternating between sliding in among the tables - brushing very close past some patrons, exclusively men - and sometimes using the more open areas for quicker steps, bolder swaying and rolling of hips and whole body alike and swifter twisting and twirling - some of it making that wide, green skirt float daringly high. Upon her red lips is an almost feral smile, though her expression shows that she is not primarly concerned with her surroundings but caught up in the dance and the steady beat.

At your table, Raemira says "Wilder."

Jorris comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Renimar's quirk into an appreciative smile at the sensuous movements of the dancer, but half his attention is on the sheet of paper in front of him. Busily sketching.

Puflin comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Tamarind nods politely, briefly as a cup of steaming tea is set before her by a deferant serving woman, but her discerning and rather appraising emerald eyes do not shift, for one moment, from the dancer who moves and sways in the dim light.

Jorris slips into the common room, eyes alert and bright. Quite interest is seen in his eyes as he looks about, a bit taken aback by the appearance of the Aes Sedai in such an establishment. He quickly makes his way over to a nearby table, ordering a mug of mulled ale.

Puflin says "would you like to sit and discuss the details"

Anatole leads hsi small group to just short of thew door then watches quietly, his stern, un-interested face not changing. Defellis' eyes bulge however, and Neera sniffs in disgust as they watch.

At your table, Semarra nods, "Yes, mother." Able to recognize one of her own...and with the same talent or so it seems.

At your table, Irinya murmurs "Fascinating... They are rare.. wilders" Her eyes never leaving Maeve..

The music shifts smoothly, joined now by a lutist, from slow sensuality to purely swift, energetic suggestion, without hint of shyness despite those high ones present, matching the shuffling of feet on the floor and the twirling, decadent motions of Maeve as she dances among the tables .. pleasing the longtime male patrons as she passes just near, to the sound of the room-filling, pervasive, rhythmic music.

At your table, Tamarind nods slowly. "I wonder if she realizes what she is?" She too, watches the coppery haired woman.

Neera elbows Anatole again, but it serves little purpose but to gain her a frown from him.

With silvery laughter in her eyes and her red lips curved into a dangerous smile, showing glints of white, Maeve sways her way over to the oaken bar, positioning her swaying body right before Diar's eyes. Fine eyebrows arch teasingly and she snaps her head back to send those curls dancing about her face, a daring invitation, a bold challenge. A flick of one wrist and one silken scarf caress his face, the other slides down her body as she lowers her arm to rest the hand upon that ever-circling hip.

At your table, Semarra says "She is Domani, perhaps she takes it for granted as I once did."

At your table, Raemira shakes her head "I dont think she does, or else she would be running, I would think, from us, instead of staying here and dancing"

Puflin says "this kind of thing is allowed here?"

Anatole smirks and looks to Puflin. "I haven't the slightest, nobody seems to be stopping it though"

[Channeling] Maeve chuckles, "Time for a bit of Mae's own brand of compulsion, spirit with a touch of fire to encourage physical desire" ;)

At your table, Irinya comments again. "Luckily she will not be able to display her lusts in Novice-white. " Something makes you think she will make sure to put at least some effort into that..

Raemira glances curiously over at Puflin, her ageless face looking out at the young woman for a moment before turning interestingly back to Maeve, eyes watching her in a studious manner.

Jorris glances up, his eyes alighting upon the dancer of emerald silks. A quicksilver second later, a bright crimson flush turns his face rosey, and with a nervous gulp, he turns away, not daring to keep his gaze upon her.

Puflin says "I didn't realize that these things happen"

Semarra's attention is distracted from the conversation at the table as the new patrons to the Inn arrive, bringing with them some items of interest to her. She has barely the time to enjoy the sights of the lean bodies of the males before her attention is pulled back to the dancer against her own will.

Renimar passes a thumb over some of what he's drawn, smudging some of what he's drawn, to make shadows and smoothing out lines.

Diar is, as the music twines indulgent way through the room, rather focused now, intent, glass of blue wine held on his lap while his deeply grey eyes watch the dancer before him, heatedly, the enigmatic smile he bore before broader, hints of white teeth showing as he matches her bold gaze, ignoring the motions of the scarf.. just smiling, in his own catlike manner, a foot tapping on the air to the motion of the music.

The cook carries out a new sign and mounts it by the door to the kitchen which reads : "This Evening's Special from the kitchen is: Vegatable Soup, Smoked Pork, Creamed Potatoes with Cheese, Apple Fritters."

Semarra smiles mischieviously at her table as she watches the girl.

Anatole eyes shift from one Aes Sedai to another, no longer on the dancer. He cocks an eyebrow and shakes his head slowly then looks to Puflin. And the others with him. "let's find a table" he seems to no longer have interest in the dancing woman.

Tamarind hardly seems to note the entrance of any other people into the establishment, and her slender fingers come to cradle themselves round the cup of tea that is set before her. But she makes no move to lift it, watching Maeve work her wiles on the men present with no sign of displeasure or amusement, just a quiet interest, perhaps in the dance.

Jorris sits down at the Fireside Table.

Puflin says "i wanted to do that a while ago but I guess that your mind was on other things"

[Channeling] Semarra begins to take in the One Power, weaving pencil this strands of fire and earth for those that can see. They work their way delicately into Maeve's unpracticed weave, twisting it slightly.

Puflin says "where would you like to sit"

Charkor comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Anatole motions towards the window table and begins leading Neera that way.

Puflin follows

Tally comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Charkor arrives with tally

Raemira lifts a brow at something, her face remaining emotionless. She murmurs quietly ather table.

Maeve slows her pace a fraction again, the circling of her hips spreading to all of her upper body as she sways it in bold movements before the man's eyes, red tongue briefly running over her lips as her eyes lock with his, "So, do you like my dancing?" she asks him in a husky tone, laughing softly and sliding her hands down the ever-moving body.

Deffelis is still staring wide-eyed at the dancer, it takes hima moemnt to realize Anatole has moved on then scuttles after him

. At your table, Raemira says "What is it that you are doing Semarra...?"

Charkor sits down at the Window Table.

Irinya turns to look at Semarra suddenly for some reason, her lips curving up into a small smile.. Then she seems to have her eyes focused on something -between- Semarra and Maeve, which is seemingly nothing..

Tally sits down at the Window Table.

At your table, Semarra smiles mischieviously, "Playing." she says almost wickedly.

Puflin realizes that they ere beaten to the table

Neera sniffs again, almost growling at the seductive woman, she murmurs. "now that is exactly the kind of woman that you DON'T want to speak with Anatole" this gian her another frown.

[Channeling] Maeve unconsciously Maeve continues her unpracticed weaving of Fire and Spirit, fuelled by a strong desire to have Diar's full attention upon her and her only.

Puflin says "I just don't understand how one can do that. I could neve"

Anatole shifts to the window booth as soon as the original destination is taken.

Anatole slides into the Window Booth.

Oddly, Tamarind seems to find the very same spot whereupon Irinya looks to be of interest herself, but only for a fleeting moment. Leaning forward slightly in a spilling of velvet, she quickly moves her unreadable eyes back to the dancer and the man she has nearly enthralled.

Puflin slides into the Window Booth.

Neera gives a start and sticks closer to Anatole

Neera sits down at the Window Table.

The music continues to play, the young woman still moves her curvaceous body through seductive, arousing motions .. but Diar seems to lose interest, even as she speaks, though not easily... smile just reducing to its normal state as a hand lifts up, covering a yawn before he murmurs in response, "I've seen it before..." He glances away, almost as if she's forgotten, to again study the room, as if the dancing really didn't interest him anymore, and perhaps it doesn't; he seems to be experienced enought o have seen it before, and a hundred other varieties, and quite a lot more. Irinya lets her eyes move the same way as Tamarind's, dark, knowing and calculating watching Maeve and her.. 'victim'

[Channeling] Semarra glows even more brightly as she begins to twist her own weave into that of the unpracticed wilders. Fire and Earth threading their way into the girls in as seductive a dance as that which just happened on the floor."

Neera stands leaves the Window Table.

Neera slides into the Window Booth.

Deffelis manages to find a seat at the booth where he can still watch Meara.

Deffelis slides into the Window Booth.

At your table, Semarra chuckles softly to herself.

Renimar looks up and half-smirks. Deciding to add this to his impromptu sketch, he begins adding a properly entralled patron to the side, in the background.

Oblivious to any outside interferance, whatever kind it may be of, Maeve takes half a step backwards, away from Diar. With arms stretched out she twirls about, pivots smoothly and at great speed - which lifts the green skirt to almost waist-level and causes the crystals and gold upon it to sparkle.

Raemira returns her attention to Maeve, her eyes silently watching, as if expecting something. She takes another sip of her tea, in a casual manner.

At your table, Semarra says "Let us see if she will counter."

[Channeling] Maeve doesn't know what is being done, having had no previous experience in sensing another woman's channeling, and caught up in her dance as she is she can only continue, weaving thicker and thicker weaves of Spirit, meant to compell rather than suggest now.

Jorris looks a bit uncomfortable at his lonely seat by the fire. Standing, though leaving his mulled wine behind for a maid to gather, he slips out of his chair and towards another place by the fire, where a man.. presumably an artist of sorts, sketches away. Offering a bright-down-right-Two-Rivers smile, he lays his hand on the table, while speaking: "May I join you, friend?"

Tamarind quirks a brow, flicking a quick sidewards glance to Semarra, who sits at the same table.. then with a slight tilting of her head returns her attention and a very slight smile to Maeve and Diar.

Raemira nods slightly to Semarra and frowns slightly, murmuring at her table.

At your table, Raemira says "You are right, it does appear if she has the same knack as you do.""

Charkor sighs deeply as his eyes shift over to the table of ageless faceless. He calls loudly, "An ale for myself and my young friend" he adds quietly, "To drown my sorrows", and squirms disgustedly in his place

Renimar puts some finishing touches and glances up at one approaching his table. He waes to the seat across from him, as he places his work down. "By all means."

At your table, Semarra nods, and then gets an even more amused look on her face. "watch...now."

Tally arches an eyebrow.

Irinya nods slowly and speaks quietly to the other women at her table. Sensing something she turns her head to watch Maeve again, her rich flows of hair moving across her back like a soft caress, settling back into its original design neatly.

Raemira nods slightly something of a small smile coming upon her lips, though she comments.

[Channeling] Semarra suddenly stops the flows, the full force of the wilder's weaves lashing forward, no longer twisted."

At your table, Raemira says "Do not push her too hard, remember, she has no control."

Jorris smiles warmly in return and gratefully takes the seat, leaning back against its high back with a weary smile, "My thanks, friend." Glancing at the sketch, he widens his smile, looking up at its artist with a nod of respect, "You are talented."

Jorris stands leaves the Fireside Table.

Diar's inspection of the room is cut short as the music skirls higher, tantilizing in its now-plain eroticism while Maeve performs her dance, seeming unphased -- and his eyes slip back to her, and it seems his lack of interest was feigned, his own method of seduction perhaps, for it is plain again, a lazy, slightly-heavy lidded look as he sips at the glass of wine, emptying it, and without looking lifts a hand to brush his mane of reddish hair back from his forehead, for an instant revealing an irregular splotch of lightness, a birthmark, upon the center of his forehead before the hair falls forward again and the hand blindly but smoothly reaches back to grab a bottle by its neck and bring it forward, filling his glance slowly once more, hardly looking at it however, eyes afixed on spiralling skirts, weaving arms, and red flowing hair quite intensely.

Jorris sits down at the Small Table Near Fire.

Charkor groans, "But this isn't where they should be. This is an inn!". He pounds his fist into the table

Tamarind taps a slender finger against the rim of her as yet untouched cup of tea, and once more shoots a glance to Semarra and then Raemira before pursing her lips and watching the central focus in the room once more.

Anatole looks up towards Charkor, cocking an eyebrow, with a wary glance. He looks towards the Aes Sedai then back to Charkor.

Semarra chuckles throatily at some personal amusement.

Tally winces, slumping in his seat as if to hide there.

Irinya turns her head giving Charkor a rather unpleasant glance that would make anyone sane freeze in his tracks. She apparently wishes him to be more quiet.. Then slowly returns her attention to Maeve, already putting Charkor out of her mind.

Once again Raemira glances over to someone, her eyes finding Charkor. She gives him one of those oh so famous sharp, Aes Sedai looks that could silence crowds, her eyes narrowing slightly as she does so. She speaks up, "And who is not where they should be. Child." She speaks the last bit a little too sharply, her attention diverted from Maeve at the moment.

Semarra turns her attention, apparently dissmissing the girl from her thoughts as she looks about the room for more interesting things to hold her attention. It doesn't take her long to find quite a few.

Renimar flickers his eyes over to the table pounding.

Neera s, for once in her life, trying to stay out of other's business. She ignores all around her excpet for the people at her table chattering away endlessly though nobody's really listeneing.

. . . And then Diar's hand shakes a little, as his intense expression rather flares, and he fidgets in his seat rather noticeably, ignoring the blue wine that spilled a little on his coat of emerald green silk, a little hurridely bringing the glass to his lips and -- indeed, the back of his hand brushes a corner of his lips where he seems to have drolled slightly, focused so intensely upon the dancing woman that he rather misses for an instant his mouth with the glass, spilling a little more of the wine ... and not caring, draining it all in one long motion, sliding the sweet fluid down his throat before lowering his mouth again, once more wiping at his chin, ignoring the commotion of table pounding and comments and the rapidly pulsing, wild music as he just stares at her, composure lost entirely, face unmasked to reveal.. well, naked desire, to be frank....

Charkor moans convincingly, "Horses, revered Aes Sedai, they should be stabled at an independent locale". Then, hanging his head he sighs, "Forgiving me for causing you anguish, Aes Sedai, my bad leg sometimes puts me in a foul mood." he writhes his leg, and looks down at the ground

Tamarind is the last at her table to loose the dancer from her sights, only bringing round the verdant intensity of her own eyes at the sound of Raemira's voice. Her face is as it ever has been, a cool mask of sculpted marble, though the look she casts Charkor's way speaks of hidden and silent things.

Though quite plainly, for all to see in more than one way, Maeve is a well-trained, sweat is now beading upon her forehead. The pace remains high though, almost furious as if driving towards a sort of climax of the dance - which is sudden when it comes. One moment she is twirling before Diar's eyes, head tilted back so that both auburn hair andd green skirt swirls about her, the next she snaps to a halt and smoothly sinks to her knees before him. Her head dips down in a bow, surely from exhaustion, and the red silken scarves lie upon the ground like two trails of blood.

At your table, Semarra looks to the others quickly, it seems her entire attention was not taken from the girl, "Mother." she says with insistance.

[Channeling] Maeve ends her dancing and the flows stop abruptly, her exhaustion so noticeable that even the glow fades almost at once.

Raemira nods to Semarra, speaking in a hushed tone.

Charkor looks up, and with a quick nod downs his recently arrived ale. With a foam covered mouth he gasps, "Ah, that one hit the spot"

Jorris hears the sudden silence from the dancing and turns to look, obvious disapproval visible upon his face at the frank and obvious display of errotica and lewdness. The frown upon his face remains, a vestige of his solid upbringing.

At your table, Raemira says "I'm not certain if she'll let us, but go to her, or Tamarind can check and see if she is alright..."

Anatole strokes the dark-grey stubble on his chin as he watches what occurs around him, keeping that face of sterness mixed with dis-interest. He idlyt races his scar.

Tally sips at his own ale, watching Charkor.

Renimar speaks quietly with Jorris by the fireplace, an apreciative, if small, smile lighting his face at the dancer's finish. Or, it could just be the fire.

Irinya comments Charkor "Then keep your foul mood in reins, boy. " Then suddenly her attention turns to Maeve, sensing something. Her ageless face not showing any hint of what, however.

At your table, Semarra says "I have no talent with healing, Sister..*she directs at Tam*"

With a jalting, discordant halt the music stops, leaving the soundless echo of its sensual, energetic rhythm hanging in the air, not soon forgotten, as the dancer lowers herself in a bow -- not least noticed by Diar, who's color has risen, eyes fixed downwards and his breathing a little overstrong, the smile ... what the Two River's man must categorize as lewd, and even a Domani would agree with it. Under his breath, leaning forward nearer to the dancer, he whispers something to her as she kneels ...

At your table, Tamarind nods quietly, her eyes already narrowed upon the child. "I can sense nothing overtly wrong from here, Mother.. but I will go."

Raemira dismisses Charkor's incessant coaxing and turns her attention back to Maeve a touch of concern entering her features. She nods to something Tamarind states, still watching silently, something of a sadness within her eyes.

Renimar laughs out loud for a moment before stilling it to a quiet chuckle.

At your table, Tamarind looks once more to Raemira. "Would you have me speak anything as to watch she is, Mother.. or let it be for this time?"

At your table, Raemira says "Let it be for this time.... I'll have others looking out for her."

Delicate finger arranges Irinya's shawl. Hardly a necessary gesture, yet it is still there. Her attention is directed at the other sisters at the table, their quite conversation.

Charkor opens a hidden purse an places some coins neatly on the table. He stands slowly, and stretches. "Thank you for the spar and the company," he pauses, leaving out a name where it should be. "I look forward to seeing you again. Then, pushing his chair in he begins to limp out of the room.

Applause and cheers from some of the men in the room, forgetting the Aes Sedai, though they're quickly quailed by wives or ladyfriends, while others don't forget and are more subdued, though smiling certain smiles... Oh so slowly, but with that fluent grace still there, Maeve lifts her head and rises, green silk smoothly flowing back into place, showing only a few creases. With practiced ease she wraps the scarves about her neck and hips again, smiling towards Diar in a way that no longer holds any bubbling mischief - though a trace of soft amusement lingers. "I would not turn down a drink now, M'lord. My throat is dry as the Aiel Waste." There's nothing in her soft, sibilant vocie tohint at that though.

Deffelis climbs to his feet clapping widly and smiling over at Maeve.

Charkor stands leaves the Window Table.

No less graceful than the dancer who has seemingly collapsed to her knees upon the floor, Tamarind rises from the table which she shares with several other ageless faced women. Her skirts fall into place with demure elegance as she nods to Raemira and steps away from the table to casually walk nearer to Maeve and Diar, her attention focused on something behind the bar close unto where they have located themselves.

Anatole sinks low in his chair, watching the AS move from place to place. He tilts his head and sets a foot on the edge of the table. This time it's Neera's turn to frown at him, he frowns right back.

Charkor walks out of the inn with one leg dragging slowly behind the other, and his cloak and sword slowing him down further. Finally, after grunting, his face red with displeasure he leaves the inn.

Charkor opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Tally frowns, watching Charkor leave.

Diar seems to calm slowly, wiping at the stain on his coat now, though only so, not taking his eyes, which have slowly composed themselves, from Maeve as he turns in the stool, with a careful motion offering her the seat to his left while he motions to the server behind the bar, extending a finger alone and pointing it to Maeve. The server nods and moves away, pulling a delicate fluted glass from behind the bar before setting it down before Maeve. Diar himself fills her glass with the blue fluid, and he seems oblivious to the approaching women as he speaks, "Your dancing .. is an inspiration, Vixen ... but no m'lord; Diar will do, of House Moderal in Andor ... You know of it? You have the look of the noble blood..." His eyes on her are quite.. wandering, and well-approving of what they find in their explorations.

Semarra's attention is once more drawn to the male patrons of the Inn. The young dancer forgotten she admires one or two with boldness. Her eyes, when they meet with one under her scrutiny they seem to linger for a long promissing moment before traveling on.

Raemira doesnt even give Charkor the time of day as he leaves, instead watching Tamarind approach Maeve quietly, her eyes studious the whole time. However, she does take note of the young man sitting next to her, a brow quirking just slightly, perhaps to see how he is faring.

Renimar sits speaking quietly with Jorris, and odd contrast of country man and nobleman, evident in more than just their clothing. He seems to be completely at east, however.

Tamarind strides serenely past Charkor, her eyes lingering on his face for a moment as the man hurries by toward the door.. then her elegant progress takes her over to the side of the bar where Maeve and Diar are esconced, and she takes up a position just on the other side of the young woman and casually brings her eyes from the selections of wines to the those coppery curls, and then back again.

With one slender hand still fingering the red silk wrapped about her neck, Maeve slides down upon the chair next to Diar's, smoothly crossing one sleek leg over the other. "Aaah.... my feet are killing me.." she chuckles sofly, extending a hand to grasp the delicate glass. "My thanks.. Diar. I am .. Maeve.." Maeve takes a seat at the Long Oak Bar.

At your table, Semarra says "If you will excuse me Mother, sisters..I have bussines to attend to."

Semarra stands leaves the Large Oaken Table.

[Channeling] Tamarind subtly reaches out to the warmth of saidar, and lets its flood fill her very soul, the slight glowing of a woman channeling visible to those seated at the table she has just left. Deftly and with skilled and light touch, she reaches out to twist strands of air, water and spirit and then leans just a bit closer to Maeve and extends the weave in her direction as she casually touches the girl with a quick hand.

Irinya looks up and offers a small, polite smile to Semarra. "The light illumine your path, Sister. "

At your table, Raemira nod to Semara, "Of course."

Raemira nods to Semarra, "Of course. Peace favor you."

Tamarind leans forward to speak with the man behind the bar, who does not seem quite so pleased to have to deal with her directly. A slender hand lifts and brushes against Maeve as she points to a thickened and bubbled blue bottle and arches a slender and fiery brow, murmuring to the man in a low, musical voice.. apparently unconcerned with anyone else.

Semarra stands gracefully, with a nod to the women at her table before she begins to walk from the table. Her hips swaying back and forth in a seductive roll. She glances once at Diar and Maeve, giving a soft yet throaty chuckle at some inner amusement. though not the dance previously viewed, her movements give the men of the room something to think upon long after she has left the building.

[Channeling] Maeve, no longer touching the source, feels nothing but Tamarind's light, physical touch which briefly makes her look at the other woman but soon dismiss her as she still seems to have eyes mostly for Diar.

Semarra opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Diar looks over Maeve's head as he watches her sit, slipping the bottle of wine back onto the counter while he lifts his own glass andtips it slightly with an inclination of his head, eyes hardly leaving from her . . . but long enough to note the golden-haired Aes Sedai standing behind Maeve while he speaks quietly, "Let us hope that's not Red . . . she'll have to get in line, in any case." His eyes slide down fluidly, studying the young woman's face before his smiles twists up a little more and he murmurs, "So . . . no answer, red vixen, as to where you hail from? A woman of mysteries?"

Anatole crosses his arms on his chest. He watches the group gathering by the long oaken bar, then turns his eyes back to his own table.

Maeve briefly turns away from Diar, glancing for a moment at Tamarind but as nothing exists to hold her interest she merely dips her head in a sketchy bow and allows her grey and silver touched eyes to return to the man sitting next to her, smiling at him and him alone, "Saldaea.. most recently.." Again, soft, pearly laughter. "Red Vixen? I like it, perhaps a good name if I continue to perform... though I would prefer a more.. eager audience."

Renimar leans forward in his seat to lean against the table, continuning to speak with the countryman.

[Channeling] Tamarind holds the probing bit of woven Power for only so long, long enough, and then she lets the weaving fall away from Maeve. For a few moments longer, she holds onto saidar's glow.. then the signs of her channeling fade away as she allows it to sip through her grasp.

Irinya raises a sharp eyebrow at Diar's mentioning of Red.. And if he looks in her direction, he very likely quickly wishes he had looked elsewhere.. Her dark and calculating eyes settle on him firmly for the first time, making sure not to miss a single detail, saving everything somewhere in the back of her head for future use..

Maeve shivers suddenly, ever so little and for no apparent reason, briefly setting the glass down to rub her arms again as she chuckles, "Seems I could use a tad more dancing to get properly warmed up."

Raemira lifts a brow slightly in Diar's direction, her eyes seemingly interested at moment. She murmurs a few quiet words at her table.

Anatole stands leaves the Window Booth.

At your table, Raemira says "Easy Irinya..."

Deffelis stands leaves the Window Booth.

The gnarled face man behind the bar is both quick and attentive to Tamarind's lightly voiced request, and he hastily takes the bottle she has indicated, which when lifted to the dim light of the candles, is proven indeed to hold a rich burgundy, and places it gently on the table before her. A few coins flicker as the Aes Sedai removes them from her belt pouch and leaves them there in return against the man's upraised hand. Velvet trails lightly in her wake along the floor as she takes the bottle of blue and half turns so that her depthless and unreadable eyes fall upon Maeve and then Diar. "That was," her rich and melodic voice throbs upon the air, "quite a performance."

At your table, Irinya turns to look at Raemira and smiles slightly. "Do not worry mother.. I just makes sure, that he, just as any man, knows his place.. "

Raemira nods slightly, something of hidden amusement appearing on her face at Irinya's comment. Devynnia comes down the wooden stairs from the second floor.

Devynnia comes down the stairs, a wide smile on her face as she sees the many patrons about the room. She scans it, noting that the servers are present and not making themselves scarce. She notes the many about who have the look of the Tower, and seeing a familiar face, nods to Renimar.

Anatole slips out of his booth followed closely by Deffelis. He paces over to where Neera is seated and helps her to her feet crossing his elbows with her, and leading themn towards the door with a breif nod of goodbye to thos ein the inn.

Neera stands leaves the Window Booth.

Renimar hears footsteps on the stairs and turns slightly to see. He smiles and nods when he sees Devynnia.

Diar lets his expression slide to pleasure for a moment before back again to that secret smile that's all his own, a hand with the back tattooed in Seafolk manner raking through hisred hair again, lifting it from his forehead a moment to reveal the roughly circular splotch of a birthmark in its center before it falls forward again, and he begins to speak -- only to have the Aes Sedai speak ... and his look is almost challenging and determined, when he gazes at her ... seeing her as a competitor? He makes no direct response however, simply speaking to Maeve, "Vixen, would you like a walk, perhaps, to warm yourself? I'm told I'm fair company by some..." Again he glances to the golden-haired woman, lips twitching into a moments smirk, before liquidly back to enigma.

Slender fingers curled about the delicate stem brings the filled glass to Maeve's lips, and halts it there for a moment as Tamarind speaks and she realizes it is for her. A moments of tension, surprise even, then she once again dips her head down in a quite graceful bow, her eyes upon the way up again lingering for a moment upon the womans' serpent ring and then foolishly fearless meets her gaze. "Why, thank you... Aes Sedai. I am honoured." Her voice is quiet smooth and quite honest, followed by a soft chuckle. "A girl has to make use of the talents she has."

Devynnia walks over to Renimar's table, nodding also to the other man there. "Nice to see you again Milord, has the day been good to you?" She smiles warmly, her voice nearly lost in the sound of conversation from the many tables.

Anatole opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

A moment later Maeve adds, still with amusement tinging her voice. "Diar... dear... In a moment perhaps? My poor feet do need a brief rest." Her glance shifts from Tamarind to him again, her smile growing bolder for a moment.

Irinya turns her hard gaze away from Diar, instead settling it on Maeve. But not a hard gaze this time. It is merely calm and serene, and not intimidating at all. It is merely the expression of a friend or relative, or alike. If she meanst it is hard to tell. There is a hint of.. calculating clockwork behind that mask, but it is very hard to see through indeed.

Renimar looks up from his seat and graces the proprietress with a smiles. He is seated with a rather common-looking man, but doesn't seem to mind. "And you, Mistress Devynnia. I am well, thank you. And how fares the day with you?"

The crowd slowly begins to grow more used to the Aes Sedai, speaking a touch more, a little more boisterous -- perhaps the aftermath of the previous dance.

Others, noticeably, are intent upon the dancer, her companion, and the Aes Sedai who seems to have taken an interest ... a few coins seem to exchange hands, as well, among this crowd outlander gamblers, who seem to be able to find something to wager upon as they grin knowingly among themselves, making quiet jokes.

Jorris looks about, noticing the time, and slips out of his chair, "Renimar Gaidan, please excuse me for I must depart."

Jorris nods to all with an easy smile and slips out of the room.

Renimar shakes his head. "Please, I am not a Gaidin, Jorris."

Jorris smiles, "As you say, Renimar Gaidin."

Jorris opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Tamarind doesn't deign to look upon Diar as his lack of the politeness and respect usually commanded by one of her ilk goes noticeably missing. Instead, she keeps carefully that intent and weighing green gaze upon his companion's face. "Indeed, you have honed many of those talents quite well. Perhaps someday," her voice is quite neutral, "You will find others with which to challenge yourself." Frightening almost is the faint smile that comes to briefly change the ageless perfection of her Aes Sedai mask. "Light be with you, Child." Her words are for the woman alone, and as she turns to depart she favours Diar with a gaze that could harden water into ice in the grip of the summer's heat. That same soft curving of her lips seems to hold the intimation that she has marked him in some way to be remembered. Dismissing them from her attention then, she shifts round with her characteristic lithe grace and makes for the table she started at.

Devynnia looks down upon Renimar and winks.. "Not nearly as well as the night went Milord, but it's improving.. greatly." She looks about the room and smiles.. "As is business!"

Renimar rolls his eyes and sighs in some exasperation as he turns his attention to Devynnia."

Renimar chuckles at the insinuation, implied or actual in her first remark. "So it seems. You seem to be attracting some..." a quick glance to the Aes Sedai's table, "...exclusive clientele."

Tamarind moves back to the rather largish table occupied by Raemira and Irinya, and carefully sets down the bottle of wine she yet holds. Gathering the wealth of her exquisitely embroidered skirts about herself, she sinks back down to her chair in a graceful cascading of blue, and leans forward to speak quietly to her companions.

Tamarind sits down at the Large Oaken Table.

Diar smiles a moment a little less than usual at the response, words coming to his lips but he presses together, halting them, as he looks to the Aes Sedaias she departs, checking a carefully timed motion of greeting . . . obviously having decided to wait her out, and seeing that he won, hardened in truth in his years to icy gazes, or insinuating smiles ... So he looks away, smiling more broadly once more. He mutters to Maeve, "So . . .... walk?... a... a... could ride before, or... and..."

At your table, Tamarind does not frown, though displeasure enters her words as she leans nearer and speaks softly. "I would have confronted him for his lack of respect.. but did not wish to startle or entangle the girl." Her eyes cast a path toward Raemira. "She was unharmed, Mother."

As soon as Tamarind sits, Raemira gives her a questioning glance, then looks over to Mave for a moment, her face expressionless and unreadable, a mask of calm. She nod slightly as her question was answered, seemingly slightly relieved. She murmurs softly "That is good to know"

Devynnia barely glances to the Aes Sedai, only toward the servers, who she has schooled well to be prompt. "Yes, it does appear so Milord Renimar, but then this -is- Tar Valon, after all.." She adds.. "I will leave you to your business" and gracefully turns and heads towards the sitting room.

Maeve is for a moment impressed by Tamarind's cool, imposing demeanor, it would be strange if otherwise, though only moments after the Aes Sedai has turned away she chuckles softly - a hint of wry amusement to that sound. She mutters to Diar, "... I... to see the child... could... like... do... child... do... I... have... some more effort into proving you..." Sipping from her wine before she replies to his query she casually slides her free hand over the table and nearer to him, those lips curving again. "A ride I would never turn down, but though Tairen stock is clean-limbed and tall I prefer the swiftness of a Saldaean mount. Amd there's not need for me to share your saddle... I dont need it anyhow." The last is added with a bold wink.

Devynnia walks through the archway into the privacy of the sitting room.

Irinya leans in to discuss with Raemira and Tamarind

At your table, Tamarind pauses, her gaze flicking idly to the dancer again. "She is.. strong in her abilities, as well." The slight pursing of her lips turns calculating.

At your table, Irinya nods in agreement. "She is strong indeed.. You approached her as well as anyone could, Tamarind. " She adds "The man has to be watched of course."

At your table, Raemira nods slightly, turning her gaze away from Tamarind, "That I had noticed, though wish to test her more, should she agree to come to us." She glances to Irinya, though does not comment on the man.

At your table, Tamarind shares a look with Irinya, that shows that in this instance at least, she doesnt' think all that highly of the man herself.. but she says nothing as to that. "I do not know if she will, Mother. She seems.. oblivious to a great many things. She would be hard to tame to Tower life, and the rigors of our disciplines. But then.. nothing is impossible."

The cook carries out a new sign and mounts it by the door to the kitchen which reads : "Todays Late Night Special from our cook is: Roasted Pork Loin, Corn Fritters and Applesauce."

At your table, Irinya nods slowly to Tamarind. "I think she can per persuaded, if we are caucious. She could become a very good addition for us. "

Tamarind chuckles quietly at something and turns her eyes to Irinya as she murmurs several soft words.

At your table, Tamarind leans nearer to Irinya, "Indeed she would, Sister.. though I doubt much she would enjoy the pleasures of your Ajah." The soft amusement that lights her eyes and the lilt at the end of her statement lend credence to the fact that she is jesting slightly.

Renimar hails a server and places the drawing he's done on her tray. Whispering some instruction, he adds a number of coins, both for the food and drink, and the favour. The server walks over to the dancer, holding out the folded sheet of paper. "For you, miss from the gentleman over..." she points to Renimar's spot, but he has already risen, silently and is on his way out with the quiet confidence of nobility and the silent grace of the Warder he is close to becoming.

Renimar stands leaves the Small Table Near Fire.

Renimar opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Tally stands leaves the Window Table.

Tally opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Diar chuckles quietly from his seat, then drowns the sound of it with a drink of the wine, eyes gliding over as he turns his head to look to where the Aes Sedai retreated to commiserate with her companions before he looks back to Maeve, eyeing the long, slender hand that moved a touch neare. He mutters to Maeve, "... small,... for... no... at... -- to ride in comfort.... you... can be... And, if... proves... a... coat that you may... if..." He watches her carefully, considering her response to what he said, as well as to the gift she received from the stranger.

Maeve is briefly distracted by what the serving girl brings, her grey eyes straying and catching a glimpse of Renimar as he leaves, a chuckle of amusement escaping her as she glances at the drawing and then allows her attention to flicker back to Diar, her smile widening for a moment and a dangerous gleam twinkles in her eyes. She mutters to Diar, "... with... Bareback... the..." A faint, teasing arch to one brow and she adds, more huskily. "A coat to warm me, is that the best you can do?"

At your table, Irinya does not seem to be bother much by Tamarind's statement.. You both know that Irinya has a strong feeling for the Tower as whole, and that she has never disrespected another Ajah so far. She smiles slightly to her, some amusement showing in her face. "As of now, not very likely. But you know very well we are not trying to destroy men.. Merely save those who are tainted. "

At your table, Tamarind finds a comradely smile and directs it toward Irinya. "It was a soft jest, Sister.. and I know quite well that the work you do goes toward preserving those you see in danger." She straightens there, bringing back a fraction of her distant reserve. "Whatever Ajah she sees fit to join, she needs be brought in soon. She is that strong.. and should not be left unguided."

Irinya purses her lips thoughtfully and nods slowly in discussion with the other sisters

At your table, Irinya says "I very much agree to that. But still, we have to be cautious. Scaring her off would slacken it for certain."

Diar's smile expands a moment, quite pleased by the turn of things .. lazily gesturing with his left hand that holds his wineglass towards the golden haired Aes Sedai as he replies, He mutters to Maeve, "... know if... could... warm... of,... just... what... wish,... you will... red... as for... man's... makes... as I... Light..." The smiles he offers after that is rather telling, teeth again showing, eyes on hers before dipping down to look into his drink as he lifts it and drinks again.

Tamarind ignores the bluish bottle of wine she walked to the counter for just as dismissively as she ignored those who were beneath her notice. With her delicate hand now wrapped round her teacup again, she leans forward and nods thoughtfully to something quiet that was said at her table.

At your table, Tamarind nods to Irinya's words. "True, Sister.. it will be a fine line as to how long to leave her to her own devices, and when the proper moment to bring her into the Tower does come."

At your table, Irinya purses her full lips in a rather enticing way, for any man happening to look in her direction.. Most likely they don't, after the glances they've gotten from her "I wonder if we need to use the carrot... or the whip?"

Irinya purses her full lips in a rather enticing way, for any man happening to look in her direction.. Most likely they won't, after the glances they've gotten from her, then speaks quietly at the table.

Raemira nods slowly at the words being thrown about her table, her face taking on a thoughtful expression as she listens. For now, she seems unconcerned about a few matters, however one can note that a hint remains in her emerald green eyes. A lock of auburn tresses falls into her face and she gently raises a hand to push it behind her ear, while her other hand moves to take her cup in her hands. She takes a sip of her tea and frowns slightly.

Maeve drains her glass in one smooth sweep, setting it back down in the table and rising at the same time, leaning in over her present company. She mutters to Diar, "... one... knows where it might... shall see... keep up with... vixen..." With that she straightens up and turns halfways away from him, gracefully beckoning for him to follow as she strides towards the door. Just before it she stops, twirling about to offer the whole room a theatrical bow.

[Channeling] Raemira becomes surrounded by the glow of saidar for the briefest of moments. You'll notice a small, very thing, weave of fire moving from her to the tea warming it.

Irinya smiles slightly at Maeve, offering her a surprisingly gentle expression for coming from a Red. But after all, Maeve is a -woman-

Tamarind casts a brief glance to Maeve, more caught by the flashing of her skirts than the woman herself for a time. Her eyes hardly linger before she looks at those who sit with her and begins to speak softly once again.

Raemira appears to concentrate for a moment. After that single moment the perceptive might notice that the tea is steaming again, which it wasnt a few moments before. She takes another sip and smiles slightly. She glances over at Maeve and inclines her head in a respectful manner, though her eyes remain a mystery waiting to be solved.

At your table, Tamarind's lips purse slightly and she turns the teacup idly its saucer before herself. "The carrot first.. if we can find anything to lure her from her current path." She doesn't sound too certain here. "And if we can at least lead her close, the whip can be the back up that finishes the convincing.

Maeve's grey eyes fleetingly pass over the women in the room, even the Aes Sedai, and linger a touch longer upon the male patrons before it settles upon Diar.

Raemira inclines her head to Tamarind at something mentioned at her table, murmuring quietly.

At your table, Irinya nods slowly. "Remember that she is in danger if she does not learn how to control her powers... Knowing so, she will have no choice. "

At your table, "I agree wholeheartedly about that..." Raemira speaks, "Take things slow first.. And if that does not work, let her knnow she may harm those she seeks attention from so desperately. That should cinch it."

Diar grins momentarily, glancing to the Aes Sedai as he stands, draining his glass, letting the cool wine slide down his throat, before he sets it down. Lifting up the leather bag he carried when he entered from the counter, he slings it over a shoulder, using his left hand as he nods to the server and with his right he picks up the blue wine, diverting his path not towards Maeve directly but a slower, winding path towards the hearth table of the Aes Sedai. Chuckling quietly in pleasure at seeing the dancer's theatrics, he is definently known to the Aes Sedai ... as he sets down the bottle on their table. "My condolences, Aes Sedai,"he murmurs pleasantly to Tamarind and, after her smile, Irinya. "I know one or two of you had your hearts set . . . Light illumine you, however, and better luck the next time." He bows somewhat, graciously, bowing his head, really far too handsome for his good, as he turns smoothly and strides out, a careful swagger to meet Maeve, and carefully usher her out into the night . . .

Tamarind speaks no more for the time being, nodding slightly before lifting her own cup to her lips and finally tasting the tea that it holds.

Maeve opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

[Channeling] Irinya channels, giving Diar a small, yet noticable pinch on his leg as he passes out through the door..

Irinya merely looks at Diar, studying him like one would study a bug sealed into a box.. What to do with him..

Raemira just merely shakes her head, chuckling under her breath, murmuring to her table. From outside, a quiet yelp can be heard, and the biting back of a curse.

At your table, Raemira says "He is an insolent one."

Tamarind glances up as Diar's form approaches the table, and there is nothing but that stony, blank, intimidatingly ageless stare that she turns his way. His words elicit no reaction. Though a faint smile curves her lips as he nears the exit, and she shares a quiet gaze with the woman who sits to her right.

At your table, Irinya nods to Raemira. "As are many men. " It's inevitable to hear the emphasis on 'men'

Raemira sighs faintly, pushing her tea away. She murmurs slightly, "I do need to be getting back... This was an... interesting evening." Slowly, she rises.

You stand and leave the Large Oaken Table.