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Jaice Sedai of the Blue Ajah
Coliena Sedai of the Brown Ajah
Morillin Sedai of the Red Ajah, Newly appointed MoNolith (Mistress of Novices)

Coliena is leaning against a wall, reading through a book carefully, as if checking it for mistakes. She glances up as you speak to her and smiles brightly, taking in the clothing for a moment. There is a smear of ink on one of the Brown's cheeks, which she does not pay any mind to. Likely it came from brushing hair out of her face with an ink smuged hand.

Morillin silently emerges into the Tower Office Wing, leaving behind the Aes Sedai Living Quarters.

"What is it you read?" Jaice's soft steps take her to the wall beside you, and she tilts her head slightly to glance at the pages. The slender Atha'an Miere is garbed in something befitting her current status: Not quite fitting either her previous lifestyle or her current, these bloused breeches and soft white tunic seem to share qualities of both cultures. One tattooed hand lingers at a pouch at her waist, as usual.

Coliena smiles and runs her hand over the cover of the book afectionatly, "It is a book I am writing, for the Tower archives of course. I'm checking it for errors before I give it to one of the other Brown Sisters to read through."

Morillin makes her way down the ramp at a stately pace, hands folded calmly at her waist. She doesn't appear to notice the curtsies which Novices and Accepted bob in her direction as she passes by....though she does stop to speak sharply to one girl whose curtsy isn't /quite/ low enough to suit the Red sister.

Jaice's attention is momentarily caught by the approach of the Mistress of Novices, and her blue gaze lingers there for a moment before she nods in greeting. "Sister." Now Morillin is one person Jaice has never even been able to -begin- to figure out, and perhaps that is why her gaze lingers. "I hear congratulations are in order."

Coliena inclines her head toward Morillin and then offers a smile, if brief. She looks back down at her book, ignoring the congratulations really.

Morillin inclines her head to the pair, her long hair swaying gently as she does so. "Thank you, sister," she murmurs to Jaice. "It was somewhat unexpected, but I am certain I can do as good of a job as Atalanta." naturally, she would assume as much. "How are you enjoying full sisterhood?"

Coliena frowns at her book and pulls and ink pot and quill out of her bag, then goes about correcting a mistake. She murmurs softly under her breath as she does. She mutters to herself, "Foolish Red. I... life that... twice... many run-aways... in..."

You sense "Coliena frowns at her book and pulls and ink pot and quill out of her bag, then goes about correcting a mistake. She murmurs softly under her breath as she does. "Foolish Red. I would bet on my life that we will have twice as many run-aways with her in the position.""

Morillin flicks a cool stare in Coliena's direction, but then dismisses her words as the sort of idle rambling chatter that Browns are known for with a soft sniff.

Jaice's eyes hold a hint of amusement as she responds to the Red, effectively ignoring the exchange between the two. "Much like the last few months of being an Accepted, really. I spend most of my time either making ter'angreal or answering questions about them. However, the added freedoms are nice, and I look forward to travelling when I can. Which reminds me..." Jaice snaps her fingers, giving a brief nod to the memory. "When you both have a moment, the Amyrlin has directed me to test all Channellers, starting with Aes Sedai."

Morillin lifts a slim eyebrow. "I doubt I have any gift for ter'angreal." She knows where her Talents lie, after all. "How is the testing performed?"

Coliena looks up at the idea of being tested and almost spills ink on her dress, but she catches herself and puts the writing utencils away, "I would have to say I am eager to know how they are done myself."

One tattooed hand slips into the pouch at her belt, and Jaice draws forth a slender stone disc. "From what I can tell... those who can make ter'angreal can see 'lines' or patterns within them. It is the formation of these with Saidar that creates a ter'angreal, you might say; and so, being able to see these 'smaller bits' to the object is rather like a map to make another. This is why we know how to copy them... but not how to make new ones. Yet." Of course Jaice would qualify that. "To see the lines, you must be holding the Source. Other than that... you simply look."

After a moment, the soft glow of saidar surrounds Morillin. Lips somewhat compressed, she stares at the disc in Jaice's hand, even leaning forward to do so. Eventually, she straightens and shakes her head. "Nothing." There is no disappointment evident.

Coliena tilts her head, a lock of blond hair falling against her cheek, the same one with a smug of ink. She reaches up and brushes the lock away absently, "So I just look, and if I see these... lines, then I could..." She trails off as Morillin goes first, lips going thin and white. Then she does the same, embracing saidar and look at the disc. She narrows her eyes, leans closer, frowns, then straightens again and shrugs, "All I see is a stone disc."

Jaice only nods, keeping the disc held still in her hand while Coliena studies it. She doesn't seem surprised either... enough Sisters have stared at the thing in vain for her to expect otherwise. Still though, one can hope. "I have not found any yet, to be honest."

Morillin says "You might be the only one with this Talent, Jaice. That we have here at the Tower, that is."

Jaice sniffs slightly, tucking the disc back in her belt pouch. "I am skeptical of that. For Maeve and I... given our friendship and the circumstances in which we discovered the Talent... to be the only ones? That is too much for simple chance! There must be more."

Coliena shrugs once, "I am sure there are. You would be surprised how many there could be. You should keep your mind open Morillin. For all we know one of the older sisters might have had the Talent all along and just not known it, yes?"

Morillin shrugs, drawing her ever-present shawl more snugly around her shoulders. "A pity the Amyrlin did not drag Maeve back here and stuff her back into Novice whites. The girl has a great deal of potential that should not be wasted, irregardless of her airs and attitudes." The small, chilly smile which touches her lips makes it certain that if Maeve ever /were/ a student of the Tower once more, those 'airs and attitudes' would be beaten out of her if necessary. Turning the same sharp smile on Coliena, she replies, "Anything is possible, sister."

"Perhaps," Jaice says slowly, frowning a bit. "Although... most of the older Sisters have been around ter'angreal quite a bit, hmm? Enough to have looked at them while holding Saidar, one would think. Perhaps the newer girls..." She trails off, frowning slightly at Morillin's words about Maeve. "At any rate, 'the girl' is long gone at this point. I am not even completely sure where she went after she left here."

Coliena just shakes her head, angry at something, and not even trying to hide it. She grumbles under her breath and crazy Reds and run-aways. After a moment she says to Jaice, "Yes, but you and Maeve actually tried to make a ter'angreal after you saw the lines. You two tried to do something. For all we know any sister who saw the lines might have thought they were nothing of importance, because we hammer it into everyone that the Talent of making ter'angreal was lost.

Morillin listens in silence for the moment, words seeming to hit her and bounce right off again. She doesn't /look/ like her mind is changing, anyhow.

"I hope you are right, Sister." Jaice eyes Coliena thoughtfully for a moment, then shrugs. "At any rate, we will find out soon enough. I should be done testing within a week or two, with the exception of those Sisters away from the Tower. Perhaps too, other Talents may surface." The slender Atha'an Miere shakes her head, lips pressing. "So much happening at once. Talents resurfacing, these troubles in Tear... strange."

Morillin says softly, "The Pattern is weaving itself into something new."

Coliena glances up and nods, "I would have to agree there. Some of the things I have been researching are... quite interesting, to say the least." She trails off and frowns then shakes her head, "But you can read about all that in my book, once it is finished." She pats her book fondly.

Morillin gives the indicated book a glance. "If it ever is," she mutters."What is it about?" Jaice blinks once, being pulled from her thoughts with a reminder of what she and Coliena were first talking about.

Coliena just sneers at Morillin and shakes her head, "It is about Talents, so to say. I haven't writen a chapter about your discovery. I may reserve that for another book, because this one is almost finished. I only have to finish writing the section on our 'guest.'"

Morillin's lips twist just slightly at mention of the 'guest'. "Has he given you anything useful, Coliena, or just more of his usual rantings?"

Coliena just shakes her head, "Maybe if you would treat him like a person instead of a dog he would treate you with more respect. He gives me quite enough that is of interest. I am writing an entire book about him as well. Only thing inculded in this book is what he can remember doing with the Power. What it felt like to him. What his strengths were. What he could do. Some of the things he did with Healing would shock and amaze the Yellows."

Morillin sneers openly. "Luck, sister, can carry one a great distance. He probably killed any number of poor unfortunates trying to 'Heal' them before succeeding." She pauses, then adds, "And I treat him as he deserves to be treated. Not quite as harshly as you would like to assume, however....do try to look beyond the fringe on my shawl, Coliena, if you are able."

"Really? Hmmm." Jaice frowns thoughtfully, almost as lost in thought as one of the browns. Almost. "I wonder if he would have been able to see the lines."

Coliena just shakes her head, "Every record he gave me said he never tried Healing until they were so close to death that only his healing would save them. And sometimes it did not save them. But other times, inculding a man who was injured by a Fade's sword, it did work."

Jaice is yanked from her thoughts by the continued quips between the two of you. "Do be civil, Sisters. It does us little good to beat each other over the heads, hm? He is gentled now, and all the better for it. But Coliena is right. Perhaps there is more to learn from him. Early warning signs, or some such."

Coliena doesn't comment on the last part, for now.

Morillin arches an eyebrow at Jaice, her dark, cool eyes unreadable. She's probably visualizing an Accepted's dress on the Blue sister, and wondering how she ever managed to wriggle out of it. "Warning signs of what?"

Coliena shakes her head and looks down at her book, feeling it safe to focas her attentions there, so not to worry about jumping at Morillin's throat in the middle of the Tower.

The Blue Sister returns Morillin's glance, evidently guessing the other Sister's thoughts. Not difficult at the moment, after all. But then, with half the Sisters thinking she was Raised only because of that blasted Talent in the first place, it's not something she's unused to. "Perhaps we can determine how to find them before they start causing major trouble. Perhaps there are differences as to how Saidin comes upon men, compared with how Wilders first channel amongst women."

Coliena nods, "There are many." She speaks almost to herself. "He had the sickness, like our Wilders, yet he was unblocked as far as he can tell. And holding the source was different for him."

Morillin nods after a moment. She /is/ Red, after all...finding men who can channel is important to her. "Perhaps."