Logged by: Eniklas
On: Thursday, September 30, 1999.

Location: Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon
Before you stands a magnificent palace made of delicately sculpted marble, rather than blocks. Gently arching walls and bulging domes rise high into the sky, seemingly just barely touching the clouds with its delicately crafted spires, topping off the breathtaking sight before you. Looking about, one can see a small garden off to the side, with a small winding path down it's center that leads into a maze of bushes where one might get lost if not too careful. The grounds look much like a garden as trees, flowers and shrubs start to bloom, bringing spring into view. Colors start to come about and birds start singing once again. There are several benches about the grounds where one might be able to sit and relax. There are several lamps about the courtyard lighting the way for those that would travel through the grounds late at night. Several of the Tower Guards can be seen keeping an eye on the gates and patrolling the grounds. A broad stairway, made of pristine white marble, enters into the White Tower, marked by a massive pair of doors decorated with delicate carvings of intricate workmanship. A tall, white wall cascades around the yard, its entrances and exits marked by high gates leading to the street, watched by the Tower Guard. Somewhere in the courtyard you can see buildings for the barracks and the stables. You can also see an entrance to the practice yard, marked of by a row of high hedges.

Cast:
Eniklas - Dedicated Trainee of the White Tower, a Wolfbrother
Cavaeya - Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah

Eniklas' Description:
Standing at 5 feet and 9 inches, Nik has matured physically since his arrival nearly a year ago. Though not much taller, his shoulders have broadened a bit, and his upper body is just as muscular as is lower now, more impressive than most his age. He looks 15, more or less, but is face is more mature, longer and narrower, and slightly more pronounced. He still looks pretty young, even with the dark fuzz on his upper lip that he may need to shave sometime soon. He no longer hangs his head, golden eyes glittering in light, instead of staring at the ground. His close-cropped raven black hair still has an almost scruffy look though, it is clean, just not well combed. He takes very long strides for someone of his age. His face, eyes and voice hold no secrets, he is an open book, and emotions are clearly painted on them unless he holds the Void. (Note: When training, he is bare-chested unless I pose otherwise.)

Cavaeya's Description:
Tall and slender with coppery skin and large, dark eyes, Cavaeya Siransu holds herself with a quiet assurance which few can rival. Her long hair, the colour of honey, is streaked with grey, and has been gathered into an elaborate cluster of curls above her swan-like neck. The strong lines of her face, with prominent cheekbones and a firm jaw, are further emphasized by the ageless appearance of one who has worked long with the Power, though her full lips, most often touched by a tiny smile, help to soften her features somewhat. She moves with the fabled Domani grace, every movement a step in some kind of flowing dance, but matched by a confident determination which says she allows very little to get in her way. That same strength is present in her husky voice, forceful yet musical at the same time. Her dress, cut in the Tairen fashion, has been fashioned from a pale blue silk which complements her coppery skin well. Low enough to leave her slender shoulders bare and show just a hint of cleavage, the neckline is embroidered with twisting lines of blue and silver thread. The lace ruff so favoured by Tairen noblewomen is absent. Instead, the thin silk slides over her torso in much the same fashion as the infamous dresses of her native Arad Doman. Her flowing skirts have been slashed with silk of a silvery grey, emphasizing the thin belt of silver links which rests just above her hips. Matching combs of silver are thrust into her hair to keep it in place. Wrapped around her slender shoulders is the shawl of an Aes Sedai, its long tassels as blue as the sky. On its back is the Flame of Tar Valon in white, surrounded by curling vines. A ring in the shape of a serpent swallowing its own tail encircles the second finger of her right hand.

(Previously, there was a situation in the Courtyard where Calandra Sedai had him tell her how he and Rath'al got their wounds. Rath'al made him tell the truth, and Nik said they got them in Tel'aran'rhiod. They then continued the conversation in Calandra's room."

Eniklas walks out of the Practice Yard. There is a dreaming ward tied off on him. As two trainees whisper and point to him, Nik frowns, catching their conversation. His face looks a bit anxious.

Cavaeya is just descending the steps from the Tower, skirts swishing quietly as she makes her way towards a bench. Her eyebrows lift just slightly as she glances at Eniklas, studying the ward tied over him for a moment.

You sense "Eniklas sighs and tells the inductees to stop gossiping. He walks off, some anger joining anxiousness on his face. "Bloody Calandra Sedai had to make me tell her in broad daylight inside a crowd. Bloody everybody knows now."

"Watch your tongue, boy." The words are cool and clipped. Cavaeya herself, large eyes focused on the trainee, is a picture of icy serenity. "You are speaking of an Aes Sedai."

Eniklas gives a small start, and bows to Cavaeya. "Yes Aes Sedai. I apologize for my insolence." he still appears irritated, and his tone is emotionless.

Cavaeya studies him for a moment, then observes, "Golden eyes. So you're the one. That explains the ward, I suppose."

Eniklas mouth tightens at Cavaeya's comments. "Rumors are most often just that, rumors, Aes Sedai."

Cavaeya's eyebrows lift slowly. "I usually ignore rumors, boy. Not when they're about golden eyes, however. I've come across too many with golden eyes to ignore it."

Eniklas sighs slightly, "And what do you know about golden eyes?" He asks. His tone is that of slight irritation, as well as resignedness and curiosity.

Cavaeya shrugs, leaning back slightly. "Enough to take an interest," she replies. "I know you can touch Tel'aran'rhiod. And I've heard stories of men with golden eyes living with wild animals. Wolves, in particular. Have you heard anything similar?" She watches him with those cool, considering eyes.

Eniklas looks around to make sure no one heard, regretting bringing up the question. He answers uncomfortably, "Yes I have. And at this rate I won't be the only one."

Cavaeya's smile is equally cool. "I'm not really interested if the entire Tower knows what you are. What interests me is the other man. Rath'al, I believe his name is. He's been giving you lessons in walking Tel'aran'rhiod, hasn't he?"

Eniklas answers uncomfortably, "I don't know what you're talking about, Aes Sedai." He begins to walk off.

You walk yourself right into an invisible barrier which has been placed in your path. A number of Accepted and Aes Sedai notice that, and watch with evident curiosity. "I'm not done with you, boy," Cavaeya says from behind you. "I want answers."

Eniklas turns and says, "I already answered you. I don't know what you're talking about." Anger and anxiousness are clearly visible.

Cavaeya shakes her head. "Come now, boy. There's no point in pretending ignorance. From that little altercation I witnessed here a few days past, it's obvious he was teaching you something. You can either tell me now, or I'll have you removed from your training so we have endless hours to chat each day. Which would you prefer?" Resembling an implacable boulder rolling downhill, she's clearly intending to get her way.

Eniklas answers, "I do not know what you are talking about, Aes Sedai."

"Swear that you know nothing of being taught by Rath'al, boy, and I will believe you," Cavaeya replies calmly. "Swear it on the Light and your hope of salvation."

Eniklas shuts his mouth completely, and doesn't speak.

Cavaeya chuckles. "As I thought. You know something." Settling her hands comfortably in her lap, she continues, "I want to know, boy. And I won't stop digging until you tell me. I promise you, whatever you tell me will be kept in strict confidence. I'll tell no one of it, except those who already know. But if you force me to pry this out of you, people will notice. They'll start to talk. Eventually, everyone will know. Through your own fault, not mine."

Eniklas' face takes on a look that could be described as sulky. "I'm not supposed to talk about it." He says in a very low whisper. He looks very irritated with her.

"I imagine not," Cavaeya says calmly. "Did you promise Rath'al himself?"

Eniklas nods slowly and hesitantly, and begins to look guilty.

Cavaeya smiles for a moment. "Was that so hard?" she inquires rhetorically.

Eniklas grumbles loudly, "Yes." In a quieter tone, he adds, "I just broke a promise, thank you."

Cavaeya rises to her feet. "You told me nothing, actually. Merely confirmed my own guesses." After a moment, she adds, "You may go."

Eniklas grits his teeth and walks off.