Setting: The Amyrlin's Study

Cast:
Atalanta Navarre Sedai, of the Blue Ajah
Raemira Sedai, Amyrlin Seat, sometimes called "Mother"

"Hello Atalanta..." Raemira greets the young Blue Sister as she enters the room,a faint smile touching her features. She sets aside her papers upon her desk, looking ready to deal with anything -but- them. A brow lifts at Atalanta's movement. "Something's wrong," she observes.

Atalanta sucks in a breath. "Mother, I have come to ask your sanction in the quest which I have decided in my heart I must undertake. Since Morillin, and lately, since the death of this Novice, it has been in my heart to hunt the Black Ajah. I know it is not easily spoken of, or approved to speak of, but I feel as if the issue can be avoided no longer, and desire your blessing."

A brow lifts at Atalanta's topic of discussion. The Amyrlin's features turn impassive and unreadable as she regards the young Blue before her, pressing her lips together thoughtfullly, "Have you discovered any evidence that the Black Ajah was involved with the girl's death....?" Not exactly answering the question, and perhaps not exactly what Atalanta wants to hear, but there's something in her voice, something almost tight. It seems others have been to her about this matter as well.

Atalanta takes off her glasses and cleans them, so hard that it seems she might rub clear through the glass. "Hard evidence? No. Circumstanctial evidence? Wagonloads."

"And that would be...?" Raemira prompts as she continues to regard Atalanta quietly, tilting her head to the side and placing her hands upon her desk.

Atalanta considers for a long moment as she plops the glasses back onto her face. She looks rather like one walking a tightrope. "Melli was asking questions about the Black Ajah, and Morillin. She was on her way to teach the dead novice. On her way, she was held up by three Aes Sedai.From all accounts, though nobody will tell me full details, the Novice died in a gruesome manner. From all accounts, Yuluriss died in a gruesome manner. Its not much to start, but I believe, and Melli believes, that this death occured to stop Melli's questions. To make her back off."

After a few long moments of consideration, Raemira finally inclines her head, as if agreeing with the assestment, "Cavaeya has come to me suggesting the very same." A faint pause for a brief moment, "I trust you enough to let you in on the search. You were a great help in getting Nata back when she was taken... and I know how much you loved the girls." Another pause as she considers Atalanta, "Cavaeya is not an easy person to work with, I know..." A faint smile quirks on her lips, "She is the one that discovered me... and taught more than half my classes, and made certain of what Ajah I would choose... should I grant you permission to hunt the Black Ajah, you would have to work with her."

"I think," Atalanta says, after a pause so long its a wonder she hasn't fallen asleep, save that during that time she looked frozen, solid, "that there will be a good deal to learn, staying close by Cavaeya."

"Indeed, there will..." Raemira agrees, though not knowing the whole context of what Atalanta is speaking. "I trust her, and she has much to teach if one is willing to listen and learn." She smirks, "Though half the time it's not always what you want to hear." She smirks, "Most of the time she still treats me as if I were in Novice whites." A roll of the eyes, then she continues, "Just be warned that she's a tad... pushy about some things, but all in all she means well."

"Yes, Mother," is all Atalanta can think to say. She seems to have recovered. At least, she no longer looks like you've hit her on the back of her head with a board. "Mother...I have one single request. It is large, and I understand if you will not grant it. But I am new to such a search, and could easily step wrong...I must admit to a small amount of fear. May I have an angreal? A weak one? You know that I would use it only as a last resort, and responsibly."

To Kelsyn- Atalanta feels wrung out, like she's sticking her hand down a lion's mouth, and tickling.

"I will have to consider your request. Taking Angreal out of the vaults, no matter how small, is a serious matter. We have so few and they are very hard to come by." Raemria returns, her voice quiet, "I understand your fear... I fear as well, most especially after the incident with Morillin." Afterall, Morillin and several others managed to break a link, that Raemira was leading, and knock her unconcious.

BOND- Strength pushes through the bond, as if to steady you, and concern.

Atalanta inclines her head and drops another quick curtsey. "Yes Mother. Thank you."

Raemira inclines her head a bit as she regards Atalanta, "Is there anything else?"

"No, Mother. Thank you." Atalanta says, a trifle breathlessly. Understandable...after all...you have been discussing the dreaded Black Ajah.

Raemira inclines her head a bit, "Another thing... I've already expresed this to Cavaeya. I do not want -any- students involved in your investigation. We already know what has come of having at least one trying to gain information."

"Little children playing with fire is often dangerous, Mother." Atalanta says, as if agreeing. "And I don't want to see any more of the girls harmed."

To Kelsyn- Feels very much as if Atalanta would love to flee. Heart is now pounding somewhere around her tonsils.

"Neither do I." A bit of steel enters Raemira's voice. Even if she hasn't shown it before, it appears faintly now. She's not happy about the Novice dying, not at all. "I will speak to you later about your findings."

Atalanta curtseys. "Yes Mother." Taking that for a dismissil, she leaves.