Cast:
Genifyr-Novice Johan-Sionil's Warder
Gitani-Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah
Owen-Warder to Nata Sedai
Weste-Novice
Nata-Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah
Vortian-Warder Trainee Hopeful
Rayche-Man-hating Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah
Irinya-Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah

Location: Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Sionil asks "May I see?"

Johan hands one to his ward, "Certainly have a look yourself."

Genifyr walks into the courtyard. She is lost in her thoughts, trying to think of possible blocks. She sees Sionil and a Warder and curtsies to both, Sionil first.

Sionil gives a nod towards the newest Novice and looks the stone over.

Johan picks out another stone and raises it to look. "I may be wrong on one or all of them, but then it doesn't hurt to check into them further."

Sionil continuing to look them over "Well, it doesn't look to be worthless. Though not the priceless jewels of a queen."

Gitani enters, wrapped in a bright orange cloak that looks completely ghastly with the dress she's wearing. She also wears thick green gloves. She's carrying a bucket, a fishing pole, something that looks like its meant to chip through ice, and about three fat fish.

Johan smirks and picks up another stone, "Well good because they weren't going to any queen." Handing Sionil a ruby colored stone, "Here look at this one."

Sionil grins to Johan "Quite nice. And matches my earrings perfectly.

Genifyr breaks away from her thoughts and looks to Gitani. She curtsies deeply.

Johan leans back on the bench, "Then perhaps we should put use to the stone. as it does match your earrings well."

Sionil says "Perhaps you should exchange it with the gem in your earring so we match."

Gitani nods to Genifyr and heads over to a far bench. She spreads some old rags over it and lays them on top, pulling out a rather large knife.

Johan thinks on this a moment, smiling he pats Sionil's knee. "But then someone might connect me to the Mistress of Novices....do I really want that to happen?"

Sionil grins "Anyone who is around here already knows you are mine."

Genifyr shivers and wished her dress was thicker, or that she didn't have to greet people today. She wonders where Weste is, perhaps she could help her learn what her block was.

Gitani strips off the garish gloves, then sets to work, carefully scraping the scales from one side of her fish.

An astonished look looms on Johan's face, "What! You must be kidding?" not able to keep up the farce long he smiles and nods his head.

Sionil smirks and pats him on his knee, "Poor Johan, forced to protect the most prankable Sedai."

Genifyr walks around in an effort to keep warm, rubbing her arms. Not a good idea. She trips and falls flat on her face.

Sionil looks over at the novice and murmurs to Jo, 'one moment.' She stands up and walks over.

Johan turns his eyes to look at the novice who seem to have forgotten how to walk. "With Owen becoming the Master of arms most of the pranking of the trainee's gets directed at him." he nods as she gets up.

Gitani blinks in concern at the novice, but, seeing her taken care of, carefully file's the first of her fish.

Genifyr scrambles up, hoping no one saw her. She sees the few odd looks and Sionil heading towards her, and blushes deeply.

Sionil says "Are you okay?"

Genifyr turns a bright red and says "I am fine, Sionil Sedai."

Johan looks over at the Sedai cleaning the fish, he calls out loud enough for her to hear, "Pardon Sedai, you have a fondness for fishing?"

Gitani nods. "That I do. Especially ice fishing, though many think I'm crazy for it."

Sionil nods a little "Okay. Didn't you get a cloak to keep you warm while you are outside?"

Owen comes out of the practice yard with Nata close at hand. "Yes some hot tea and a bite would do me good." They walk with a slow pace towards the tower deep in conversation. "but how can one truly believe in luck with the turning of the wheel so prominent in our thinking? Everything seems to have a pattern, even the 'lucky' things."

Johan rises from his bench and walks closer to the sister and the fish. "Ice fishing? that certainly isn't the norm. Where did you learn such a craft from?" He places the stones he was looking at into a pocket.

Gitani looks up, smiling, gesturing to the fish unconsciously with her knife. "From my mother, actually."

Genifyr tells Sionil "I wasn't sure it was permitted. You had told me not to where anything with my whites, and I did not want to do anything that I wasn't sure I was allowed to do, Sionil Sedai."

Weste closes the Tower Doors behind her quickly after she comes out, and looks around at the seemingly crowded Courtyard. She pauses at the top of the stairs, deciding where to spend her precious little free time.

Sionil grins "We can't have the students freezing outside, There should be a cloak in your wardrobe upstairs, that is standard for all novices

Johan smiles and examines the fish being cleaned further, "interesting. So I take it then that you are either from up north or from a mountainous region. Ice fishing isn't a skill learned on the coast."

Gitani shakes her head. "No, I'm actually from northern Andor. However, my mother was a cartographer, and as such, we traveled." She flips the fish over after taking her first filet out of it. "Sometimes we'd start home too late and so would have to live on the road -- even in winter."

Weste blushes when she overhears Sionil. She never knew about cloaks either. She hurries back into the Tower, hopefully before anyone can spot her.

Johan scratches his chin and smiles, "I should have guessed Andor. I must be slipping now that most of my traveling days are behind me."

Genifyr heads inside as well, after curtseying and saying thanks to Sionil.

Sionil gives a nod to the girl "You are welcome."

Location: Novice Dorms: White Tower, Tar Valon

Weste comes out of her own room with a cloak in one hand. She is hurriedly trying to tie it on as she heads towards the ramp.

Genifyr scurries out of her room with a cloak. She sees Weste. "Weste, can I speak to you?"

Weste turns around quickly, causing the cloak to come undone and fall to the floor. She smiles though, and says, "Sure Genifyr. About the block?"

Genifyr nods. "If I may ask, how did you break your block? Oh, and I've put together a list of possible reasons for my block. Perhaps we could test them.

Weste bites her lip a bit. "Really, the only way to test them would be to try and channel, and without an Accepted or Sedai's assistance, we can't." She picks her cloak up from the floor and takes a seat on one of the couches. "As for my block... I think blocks are kind of formed for personal reasons, and you need to understand those reasons before unraveling them. I could tell you about mine, if you wish."

Genifyr nods. "If you don't mind."

Weste nods. "My block was that I couldn't channel except when I was outside, in sunlight. The fact is, I've always felt more comfortable outside than inside... I worked on a farm and preferred the outdoor chores to those indoors..."

Weste says "I really haven't talked to anyone else yet that's broken a block... but for me... I think the reason the block came into being is because I felt so much more... carefree, I guess when I was outside, whether working or in my spare time. I was better able to let the stress slip away that hinders embracing. I guess subconsciously there was and still is a part of me that always wants to feel the sun."

Genifyr asks "How was it broken?"

Weste frowns a little bit. "I'm not... really entirely certain myself. Mydria Sedai was working with me, and we were practicing different meditation techniques... It took awhile, but eventually I was able to make myself believe I was out by the stream behind my farm in the middle of summer, when in truth I was in the Courtyard under an overcast sky. She made the link between the sun and the source in my thoughts. When I opened my eyes, I had the Source, when I couldn't have gotten it before."

Genifyr puts her cloak over her shoulder. "Perhaps I can find a Sedai or Accepted willing to help me. I'll see you later, Weste."

Weste blinks, for a moment, thinking that meant Geni though she was unwilling to help. She nods though. "Of course. Maybe we can go over that list sometime."

Genifyr smiles. "Thanks Weste."

Weste fastens her own cloak again and gets up off the couch, heading for the hallway.

Weste says "You're welcome."

Location: Courtyard

Vortian lets out a long breath. "I hope so. Uh. Sir. I walked here, you see. From Tear. I want to..." another sidelong glance at the women "...go into training. To be a w-warder." Chattering teeth make this small speech difficult to understand.

Nata 's glance toward the two novices is level. A pause to wait for Owen follows his going over to the cold looking lad. "Novices, would you see that servings of tea and meals are sent up to my room? If you wish, you may have a cup of tea sent up for you also. There will be three of us, but Owen has a healthy appetite so best put extra on the tray.

(OOC NOTE: I was lagged out and missed this.)

Weste unfastens her cloak, and settles it on Vortian when she hears Nata's request and immediately curtseys to her. "Yes, Nata Sedai." With no more than that, she heads back towards the Tower quickly, no doubt headed for the kitchens.

Owen nods his head as he carefully scrutinizes the lad with his eyes, "Is that so? walked all the way from Tear?" It is fortunate that the tower helps blot away many of the national biases that surface or this large Mayene man may not be so pleasant. gesturing over to the barracks, "If being a warder is what you wish then you need to find a Gaidin who will sponsor you. They can be found in the barracks or in the practice yard. There is also a common wing just inside the tower where you can get some warmth and food."

Vortian looks longingly at the Tower -- at warmth and food -- but straightens his back. "If you could take me to where I can find a sponsor, I'd be as h-happy as a fish that done dodged the hook," he says.

Weste reemerges and walks back up to the Yellow Sister. "The tea and meals been placed in your room, Nata Sedai." She glances over at Vortian, wondering if he is feeling a little less cold now that he has her cloak.

"Finding a sponsor and gaining a sponsor are two different things, That man there by the barracks, Gaidin Johan he can sponsor you as can I if no others will." Owen turns to head towards the tower, "But I can tell you this, you had best get warm and food before you ask for sponsorship."

Vortian doesn't seem to have a true problem with this. "Which direction do I go once I'm inside again?"

Nata says "Owen, I'll be inside when you are done. Just come on up." she looks toward the red sister and starts inside, leading the way for those who would follow. A glance toward the two novices has a bit of calculation in it and speculation. "Shall we, Gitani?""

Genifyr comes out of the Tower, and curtsies to Nata, Owen, and Johan. She misses Gitani.

Owen glances to the two novices present and waves them over, "Novice Weste? Could you do one more thing please? See that this young man gets warm and food before he tries to ask a Gaidin for sponsorship?"

Vortian relaxes a notch, as Owen picks out the one he's labeled, in his mind, The Good One.

Weste glances at Nata leaving wondering what her look was for. When she hears Owen she nods and approaches. "Yes, Owen Gaidin." She turns to Vortian and says, "I can take you to the Dining Hall, if you wish. There's a large fireplace there."

Vortian tries unsuccessfully to adopt a 'whatever's good for you air'. "Sure, that's great."

Genifyr comes over when Owen waves her over. When she hears Weste given directions, she asks, "Master Warder, am I to go with her?"

Weste nods and curtseys once more to Owen, before turning back to the Tower. She turns her head once to make certain Vortian is following.

Vortian darts after Weste.

Owen nods, "You may if you wish Novice."

Genifyr shrugs, curtsies to Owen, and follows Weste.

Weste reaches the doors and holds them open for Vortian and Genifyr, entering after they do.

Vortian stares upward, like a country bumpkin, mouth open.

Weste waves over to the Common Wing. "This way, Mister...?"

"Vortian," the boy says absently. "Vort, to my friends. I bet the High Lords don't even have as good as this...should I take off my shoes or somethin'? They're real muddy."

Genifyr decides to take Vortian's hand, if he does not stop her.

Vortian flinches, at first, when Genifyr touches him, but he allows her to keep possession of his hand, and stops gawking at the ceiling. The ceiling, of all things.

Weste shakes her head. "Most of the mud should be hardened with the cold weather we've had, so it should not be too hard to clean up." She leads the way towards the Wing.

Weste holds open the doors to the Dining Hall as Vortian and Genifyr approach. Her smile looks a little bit amused at the hand-holding, but she says nothing.

Vortian stops for a moment to move his shoes about in the thick carpeting, his mouth forming a soundless 'wow'. He moves into the Dining Hall.

Genifyr tells Vortian "Don't worry, Aes Sedai are not vicious monsters, unlike what you probably heard in Tear, and you will not be executed for a misstep." She smiles, trying to calm him, and leads him like she would a lost 8-year-old.

Vortian takes a deep breath, smelling food. He allows the girls to lead him, though. "Had that figured for a pack of lies, was why I came here." One of the reasons.

Weste frowns as most of the tables by the fireplace appear taken. "There looks like there are a few seats by the kitchen doors, that's a good place to warm up, with all of the heat coming out of there." She walks up to the kitchens and orders a tray with a variety of foods, most warm.

Weste returns to the table and sets the tray down in front of Vortian. "So are you one to talk and eat at the same time?"

Vortian sits down and digs in. About five bites later he says, "Sure. Uh, thanks for the cloak." He remembers himself and takes it off, holding it back out to her, awkwardly.

Genifyr nods, and can hardly blame him. Considering the laws in Tear, she's not surprised people want to leave it. Her father never traded there.

Weste smiles and takes it back. "You're welcome, you appeared to be in greater need for it than I." She takes a small cup of tea she had set aside on one corner of the tray and sips it a little bit.

Vortian murmurs, around a bite of roll, "Told me snow was a /myth/." He snorts. "I reckon Tear's got more liars than sea's got fish."

Weste sighs. "I wish it were a myth. I would mean less shoveling chores." She takes another sip before asking, "But why travel here at this time of year?"

Genifyr chuckles at that. "I could never seem to convince anyone about snow in Tanchico or Illian. My father is merchant, and I traveled with him. Still, there's less here than Maradon usually has around this time of year.

Vortian looks at her. Like she's a little mad. Weste, that is. "I started months ago. In summer. It was summer even for Tear."

Weste says "Ah... forgive me, I haven't traveled much at all. Most places are just names on a map to me, still."

Vortian smirks slightly. "Yeah, they were to me, too, till I walked through 'em." He shovels the remainder of the food into his mouth -- he's not an impolite eater, but he's a very fast one.

You say "I found Maradon... interesting... But when I tried to find out about the Sa'sara, the history that is, my father told me if I tried to find out anymore I wouldn't be able to sit until we were in Tanchico." She laughs."

"The Sa'what?" Vortian asks.

Weste blinks when she notices the trey empty already, and asks, "Would you care for more food?" She also looks cluelessly at Genifyr.

Vortian nods, then stops mid-nod. "Actually, I'm full. Guess my stomach shrunk on the trip."

Genifyr says as if quoting text. "The Sa'sara is an indecent Saldean dance outlawed by a number of Saldean queens but to no avail. Records say 2 wars, 3 rebellions, countless unions and or feuds between noble houses, and the Creator alone knows how many duels were sparked by women dancing the Sa'sara."

Vortian waggles his eyebrows at Genifyr. "So just how much /did/ you learn about it?"

Weste blinks in surprise. "I guess he would disapprove."

Genifyr blushes "Only that most noblewomen can dance it though would never admit it, and a defeated queen supposedly danced it for a victorious general, he is said to have married her and restored her throne. That story has been denied by every single queen of Saldea.

Vortian 's grin widens. "Lemme know if you actually learn the dance itself."

Genifyr eyes widen, and she attempts to slap Vortian across his cheek.

Vortian 's own eyes widen as her hand connects. He rubs the slightly red spot for a moment and then says, "I guess I deserved that."

Weste's cheeks turn red as well as the sound carries through the hall, and there are now lots of people looking at the table. "Perhaps a change of topic would be best."

Genifyr nods. "You did. Next you'll be asking me to wear those tight see-through Domani dresses. And if you do that....."

Vortian shrugs and gives a charming smile to the onlookers, as if to say, 'oops' and 'shows over, nothing more to see here!' Many go back to their dinner. At Geni's comment, Vortian raises his hands. "I'd never do that," he says, then, another big charming smile, "I might ask you to wear one of those form-fitting Tanchico dresses, though --" he then dodges, throwing his hands over his head in a mock-cowering posture.

Weste groans at Vortian's comment and rolls her eyes as she drinks from her cup.

Genifyr knocks the hot tea towards Vortian's lap, and if not stopped, it will fall, cup and all, upside down into the center of his lap.

Vortian leaps up, brushing at his lap, hopping around and squeaking, "Ow! Ow! Ow!" The tea is very hot and he's faced with the choices of either getting pretty badly burnt or loosing the pants. He chooses the latter, shaking them off to reveal small clothes that cover everything of importance and a little besides. (OOC, like shorts.) The onlookers, now, are laughing. He tries to cover his legs and knees, though, for these are covered with scars of some sort. Maybe burn scars? They look like they weren't treated properly, either. He shakes out his pants until the burn cools, puts them on with great dignity, and shoos Geni a hurt look. "Alright, I get it, you can't take a joke."

Weste shakes her head. "Well we did promise Owen Gaidin we'd warm him up.. you could have chosen a safer manner Genifyr." The look in her eyes says she doesn't really disapprove though.

Vortian crosses his arms. "I didn't mean anything by it," he mutters.

Genifyr looks at him with eyes hotter than the tea that was spilled. She looks back to Weste and says "He deserved it you know."

"I'm sorry, alright?" Vortian snaps, and picks up his rag of a cloak.

Weste sighs. "I'm going to run to the laundry room to find another pair of pants for him... is it going to be safe to leave him here with you?"

Weste is getting up from a table near the kitchen doors. Genifyr is the only other person sitting down there. Vortian is standing up nearby, wearing pants that are obviously wet. Most of the room appears to be getting a good laugh at the proceedings. Weste heads towards the Common Wing doors.

Genifyr looks at Vort like a cat would a mouse. Any blush she had on her face is gone now.

Over at the red Ajah benches, Rayche has been sitting quietly by herself, eating her food. The earlier dancing has had her sitting there looking most... ponderingly at the man, but now she takes her time to stand and walk over. "You felt the need to remove your clothing? In public? In front of a hall all but full of children?" she whispers intensely, loud enough to be heard by most as she swoops down on Vortian like a predator.

Vortian ties the cloak around his front with all of his wounded dignity. A cloak? Scrap of cloth, is more like it. "I'm sorry. Are you going to accept my apology or not?" This to Geni. He looks up at Rayche like he would a new kind of animal. "I felt the need not to get burnt Aes Sedai. And...on the boats people work in their shorts all the time."

Irinya enters the room, her almost squarish lips pursed in a small, puzzled expression.. Her skirts make a quiet rustle of silk as she glides in the room.. Her lips curls upwards somewhat humorously as she enters the room, and her attention soon turns on what she hears, about the wet-panted man and Rayche's comment.. "I cannot see why not?", she purrs smoothly. "He'd be quite the sight as far as I'm concerned. " Dark, sharp eyes turn on Vortian, and the combination of the stare, along with that smirking smile is not likely to be all that pleasant.

Vortian covers his eyes with one hand, rubbing. "Seems I've left the shark pool for the cookpot this time."

The explosion is all but formidable as Rayche turns a delicious, angry red, pinning the man with a piercing green stare that has had kings and queens trembling under their glare. "This is NOT a boat! You are in the Tower now, and you /WILL/ keep your clothes on. Be it that your.. parts" not a comfortable word for Rayche, "be burnt to a crisp! Am I clear?"

Weste winces as she hears Rayche and Irinya, thinking Vortian did not deserve all of this. She reaches the safety of the Common Wing doors finally, hoping that things will have calmed down by the time she gets back.

"Yeah, sure." Vortian shrugs uncomfortably. "Not a boat. Clothes on. Parts burnt. Understood, Aes Sedai."

Rayche says "Now, someone start explaining this before I truly become angry!"

Become angry? She seems quite the part of that already. Eyes skitter from Vortian to Rayche, briefly over to Irinya, then back to the poor fellow. "Well?"

Vortian ahems. "Genifyr here was teaching me a lesson in respect, Aes Sedai." He bobs a bow at Genifyr. "One I needed very much, Aes Sedai."

"Is is possible that someone in here would be kindly inclined to share a bit of knowledge of what this is all about?", Irinya says in a smooth, perhaps still somewhat amused voice, as she lazily lowers herself into a chair near the door, leaning back to settle herself in a graceful, yet obviously arrogant poise.

Vortian takes a big deep breath. "As I said, Aes Sedai--Aes Sedais -- Genifyr here was just teaching me a lesson in respect. One that I kinda asked for. It's all my fault. Really."

Weste reenters carrying a pair of dry pants in her arms. She walks up to the table hesitantly, glancing at the two reds. Her face as adapted the controlled look she has learned to when dealing with Aes Sedai. She murmurs, "These may fit you, Vortian, provided we find a place for you to change."

Genifyr stands up and curtsies to the Red Sisters. "He asked me to wear a Taraboner dress. He had already asked me to dance the Sa'sara. So I poured hot tea in his lap.

Vortian sighs. "It was a joke," he mutters, half under his breath.

Irinya's lips curve upwards slowly at the corners as Irinya smiles faintly at the Novice, in an almost motherly manner. "I think that was an excellent way of putting it, Novice. I am pretty sure he knows by now, that your answer is... No. " She looks sideways at Vortian, dark eyes looking at him, up through thick lashes as she is seated, "The word.. 'no', is something most men don't understand very well though. "

Vortian sighs. "Would it make any difference to anyone here if I told them that I was joking in an attempt to be friendly? Nice? To thank her for all her help? You know, when I ducked, and covered my head, that was a way to show that I was /joking?/ That I did not in any way shape or form really want to see anybody dance anything in any sort of dress?"

Irinya barks a laugh. "Although Taraboners aren't as appealing as we Domani.. Such as me, ", she flips her hair back and smirks slightly. Oh yes, she seems to perfectly believe that., "I doubt that. There is no man who does not want to se the Sa'sara."

Genifyr wisely refrains from mentioning her comments on Domani.

Rayche all but growls, the stare every bit as hard now, if not harder. "Boy, you will learn your part about jokes." She seems to all but ignore anyone else but her own rant right now. "You will learn courtesy in front of /CHILDREN/, and you will learn proper respect. And I will be the one to teach you. You will be at the door to my quarters tomorrow, before first. And for tonight, you will go to the dress shop down in South Harbor, and you will purchase a Tarabon dress. Make certain it fits you."

"I don't even really know what the sa'sara /is/!" Vortian wails. "/She/ told me it was a really hot dance. That's all I know. I don't have a burning desire to see it. Really! Or anything else on anybody. I was -- " Vortian's eyebrows go up. "Excuse me?"

Weste has to make a really hard effort to keep the controlled look on her face. Already she is trying to figure out how she is going to explain this to Owen.

Genifyr can't help herself and bursts out laughing.

Irinya tssks a little, in mock pity at Vortian and lets her small lips form a little smirk. "Who knows, boy, my lesson might even have been dancing the Sa'sara for you.. Men with humor.. even.. crude like yours, can have a certain value of entertainment.. I am afraid my dear colleague Rayche here is more on the... blunt side.. " She shrugs her small shoulders slowly, fingering a curl of hair with her fingers, studying it absently, very much taking her time in speaking.. What reason would she have to rush, after all? "But believe me, she will prove her point to you.. "

Rayche snorts. "You heard me well enough, boy. A Tarabon dress. Of the sheer, silky kind." she says, digging into her pouch for two fat gold marks which she drops to the floor in front of him. "Do not worry of the expenses. But spend it only on the dress. First bell tomorrow. Clear?" Said eyes turn to Genifyr, pinning her as well. "And we will talk in a few moments. Sit, be silent." she snaps.

"This is crazy." Vortian states. "This is my first day here. How am I supposed to know how you people are going to react to anything?" He shoots Genifyr a 'someday I'll get you for this' look and crosses his arms. "Nobody exactly handed me an instruction booklet upon hitting the door!"

Genifyr blinks, pales, sits down, and swallows a giggle.

Weste stomach knots, and her eyes show true worry, for both Vortian and Genifyr. She still stands motionless though, holding the pair of pants. Irinya lets her dark eyes wander over Genifyr and Vortian, and she chuckles softly, stretching back lazily in her seat, more or less resembling a cat. She addresses Genifyr. "Be careful, child.. Rayche's temper can be... dangerous to tamper with.. " Was that a joke with words? If it was, it doesn't seem intended, and it's obviously a very bad one. She looks at Vortian and shrugs again. "You are just learning what is not written in a book, boy"

Vortian mutters nearly inaudibly, "Maybe I should just go home and get killed." He scoops up the gold marks as if they were snakes.

Irinya studies Vortian like a bird would study a worm. She snorts, and beckons a finger, motioning him over. "Don't be ridiculous, boy. Come here. What is your name?"

"Ignorance is no excuse." snaps Rayche. "Perhaps your mother didn't teach you courtesy. You will learn soon enough here." she says, turning back to Vortian as she swoops down on Genifyr next. "You can change in the kitchens." she throws over her shoulder as she seats herself opposite Genifyr. Stare.

Vortian shuffles over. "Vortian," he swallows, looking about ready to cry, though obviously he doesn't want to let himself.

Genifyr starts to feel bad when she realizes how young he is. "Aes Sedai, I should not have poured hot tea in his lap, and he probably just had a reflex...."

Weste winces as Genifyr breaks the silence first. She hopes Genifyr doesn't have to learn to rules the hard way too. She glances back at Vortian with the Domani Sedai, wondering what this Red has in store for him.

Irinya sighs slowly, her chest giving quite a show of rising and falling under her Domani dress. She studies Vortian, dark eyes within coppery features. She nods to a chair at the table. "It will hardly help if you are to fall on your knees.. Take a seat. " She pauses meaningfully. "Now.. I gather that you are here, wishing to become a trainee.. You are young"

Vortian sits down, hunching up his shoulders as if he expects to be hit. He just nods, looking tired and drained, and ready to just...give up on everything.

"Silence!" snaps Rayche. "You will speak when spoken to, not before. And you are correct, pouring tea into laps is NOT an option, not when it's that hot. You get better results with cold water."

Genifyr nods quietly.

It is the giving up thing that seems to attract Irinya's attention.. Strong people don't give up.. They might bend, but never break... "Now.. ", she begins slowly. "Do you still wish to become a Warder some day?"

I don't know." Vortian says. Oh, there's a hint of steel under there, all right, he's just tired. "May as well. Walked all the way here from Tear. May as well at least get the training, though if Aes Sedai make men wear dresses every time they step wrong I may just take my leave when I'm done." He delivers this speech to the table in front of him.

Genifyr closes her eyes and pictures a white rose, trying to calm down.

Irinya studies Vortian calmly, then her lips form a small smile, almost motherly, as when she smiled to Genifyr first.. This one is a boy after all, not a man yet. "What you need to know, is that the path there will be long. And hard. Every day is hard work, even more so, a constant struggle to keep up. If your faith in it is strong enough, you will make it.. If not.. " She leaves that unsaid.. And why in the name of Light is she of all, a Red, giving advise like this? Irinya was always a bit odd. "You will learn lessons.. Unexpected ones like this along with them. "

Weste sets the pants on the chair she had been sitting in, it looks like it will be awhile before those are used. She's calmed down a bit, though her face still looks as controlled as it did before. She watches both Sedai, not knowing either very well, quietly learning in case it is herself next time that is the center of their attention.

"Weste." says Rayche, waving a hand at the other novice, motioning her over. "You will take this one and the boy's pants to the laundry room. Make certain she cleans them herself. Thoroughly."

Vortian grins slightly at the table. "I'm a survivor." He assures it. "Survived worse than this." He looks up now, and it seems he can't resist a joke. "I'm just very worried, Aes Sedai. That I won't be able to, you know, find a dress that doesn't make me look fat!"

Rayche makes a choked sound, her glare on Genifyr flickering for a moment, then back to its normal stare again.

Weste swallows a little bit, partially out of surprise for having her name known, and answers, "Yes, Aes Sedai." Still, she glances at the wet pants that Vortian is wearing and wonders how she can do that when they're still being used.

Irinya studies Vortian for a while longer, then she can't help it and bursts out laughing, a rich, purring sound.

Vortian grins and pats at his hair a little bit, like women do when they're preening.

Gitani enters, a sort of out of it I'm-thinking-now look on her face. She sweeps right past everyone to fill up a plate full of food, and then stands there, staring into space and chewing as if thinking hard about something. Vortian stands up and does a sweeping bow. "Well then. I guess I'm off to go shopping. If I may be excused?"

Irinya slowly stops laughing, and it turns into a chuckle instead.. Yet her dark eyes remain hard and probably to most, rather unsettling.. "The boy has humor at least.. " She looks at Rayche, a silent question, as if asking if the other woman is finished with him.

Weste speaks up a little bit, picking up the clean pants and holding them to Vortian. "I will, um, need your... pants."

Vortian grins at Weste and nods to Rayche, indicating that he's awaiting proper dismissal, and that he'll change in a moment.

Rayche waves an absent hand, dismissing the boy. "First bell, mind. Be early."

Vortian nods. He takes the clean pants into the kitchen as directed. He comes out and hands the soiled ones to Weste. He takes about five steps for the door. Then..."Na...Na...Na...nana," he sings (ooc, the arabian type dancing theme?) kicking out one leg and twirling, "Na na na," he wiggles his hips a bit, skinny though they are, "na na na," now he throws his arms in the air and spins again, all moving for the door..."Na na NA, na NA na na na NA, na na na," he throws both arms straight in front of them, wiggling back and forth, then crosses them, a hand on each shoulder, then puts them on his head and does a quick twist, nearly to the door now, and then.../darts/ through in case anyone decides to get mad about /this/ joke.

Gitani stops chewing long enough to watch this display, looking rather baffled.

Rayche looks at Vortian with an unreadable expression at this capering, then turns a look that says 'Ready for the looney bin' at Irinya

"Does anyone know where I can find a leash to walk a kitten?" Gitani says suddenly, coming to join Rayche and Irinya.

Genifyr blinks at the child's immature behavior. She curtsies to Gitani.

Irinya looks up, then can't help but to chuckle at this joke.. She tsssks.. "That young fellow will learn many lessons the hard way I'm afraid.. " She looks up at Gitani, dark eyes actually revealing surprise for a moment. "A kitten, Sister?", she inquires

"Yes. Ellorin gave me this...cat. Its very cute but it won't stop...making messes. And I can't find her to ask her. But I knew someone with a dog once who walked it so it wouldn't. Make messes, that is. Its probably the same for cats, right?"

Weste shakes out of her confusion quickly, before Rayche does so more violently, and turns to Genifyr, motioning with her hand. She curtseys to all three Sedai before heading towards the common wing.

Genifyr hurries into the hall.

Location: Laundry Room: White Tower, Tar Valon

Weste sighs, partly out of relief, partly out of despair. "It's finally over."

Genifyr is quite sweaty. She says, "Who was that Red Sister?" She means Rayche.

Weste turns to Genifyr and shakes her head, knowing full well which one she meant. "I don't know, I've only met her a few times. I don't know how she knew my name, though."

Genifyr takes a deep breath and holds out her hand for the pants. "I might as well get this over with...."

Weste closes her eyes and remembers something. "I think the Domani Sedai called her Rayche, but I'm not certain... I was kind of frightened there." She hands the pants to Genifyr.

Genifyr takes the pants and puts them in water scrubbing. She takes deep breaths, closes her eyes, and pictures a white rose. No danger of channeling anyway. She scrubs manually as she pictures the rose and sees the Light. But the light touches her.

Genifyr briefly touches Saidar for about a period of 2 seconds before losing it.

Weste, of course, doesn't notice at all. "I wonder how long that silly boy will last."

Genifyr gasps and drops the pants in the tub. "Weste. The light touched me!"

Weste blinks, then quickly puts a finger to her mouth, and whispers, "Quiet, there are Accepted about." She looks around carefully before asking in a whisper again, "Are you sure?"

Weste stands and curtseys to the Accepted that arrives. A resigned look is written on her face, and she glances at Genifyr sympathetically.

Genifyr whispers to Weste "Yes. For about 2 seconds. It just came to me." When she hears the Accepted, she curtsies and says, "Genifyr Belyn, Accepted."

The Accepted says "Report to Sionil Sedai that you have you embraced Saidar. Hope that you tell her before I do."

Genifyr sighs, fishes around for the pants, and scrubs them again.

Weste nods. "Another clue then... we'll try and figure it out soon."