Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupantes: Tori, Taeryl, Raemira

Tori looks up at Raemira and nods politlely, standing next to Taeryl and waiting for an answer.

Raemira allows herself the chance to gaze about the area, her eyes taking in everything within the yard. She lifts a brow slightly at Tori and Taeryl, her eyes curiously taking them in, more so Tori than Taeryl.

Tori notices Raemira gazing at her, her golden eyes flaming with curiousity, but nothing of her manner betrays it as she tunrs to watch Raemira for a moment, then turns back to Taeyrl

Raemira shakes her head for a moment, seemingly dismissing the woman and her golden eyes, nodding slightly to Taeryl with a soft smile upon her features. She continues onward, heading toward one of the gates.

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

Atalanta curtseys and murmurs, "Mother."

Raemira inclines her head to Atalanta, "Good evening Accepted..."

Atalanta says "Good evening, Mother."

Raemira appears to finish surveying the area then heads over to the Alindrelle Gates, her ageless face holding a thoughtful expression.

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

[Scene changes to Alindrelle Square: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

Occupants: Esthi, Gaelan, Salvadore, Tamarind, Raemira]

Salvadore blanches and stiffens, hands dropping to his sides. It is purely a reflexive action that makes him swallow, but nearly an instant later a lazy smile appears on his face. He blinks a couple of times and says, "Why, my Sponsor Tamarind Sedai. You've brought us perhaps some spiced wine to drink?"

Gaelan laughs, "Watch your eyes, lest she rem....". He stops, suddenly, his laughter ceasing quickly. In fact, his whole manner changes, to an abrupt blankness, as only an Aes Sedai, or a Warder, could muster. He says, "My thanks, Tamarind Sedai, but the day is well enough, is it not?"

Esthi sits just outside the gate, sulking.

Raemira exits the gates of the Tower, her ageless features holding a rather thoughtful expression. Currently she does not appear to be taking notice of those about her, however she does appear to be aware of her surroundings. Soft tendrils of auburn hair appear to float about gayly, caught within a soft, cool, spring breeze. After a few steps away from the gates her eyes appear to notice those about her, taking on a curious expression, though she remains silent.

Tamarind's smile is so radiantly lovely that it surely must rival the sun's own glory, and it adds even more to the exquisite beauty of her face.. but the eyes, those gemstone eyes she slips first to Gaelan and then to Salvadore hold all of the winter's frigid fury in their emerald depths. "Nay.. nay.. I have brought my cool ice block self to chill the heat for you both." Her voice is so honeyed and sweet it is almost more frightening than were she to yell.

Tamarind stands just before the gates and to one side, facing both Salvadore and Gaelan.. and not far away from where Esthi sulks at the curb, close enough to keep watch o'er the girl.

Gaelan clears his throat, bringing a fist up to cover his mouth. His eyes shine with amusement, and perhaps a bit of sympathy. He says, "Friend, I think, perhaps, 'tis best that I leave you to your... training, for some lessons are best learned without shaming eyes.". He says to Tamarind, "With your pardon, Tamarind Sedai?"

Salvadore's faces actually does drain completely of color at the mention of ice-blocks, and he closes his eyes for a moment. The smile seems frozen on his lips, and when he opens his eyes again, his face seems strained enough to crack. He licks his lips quickly, and chuckles weakly, "A fine sense of humor you have, m'la... Aes... Tamarind Sedai."

Pleasant is her manner, stark against the arctic stare of the ice chip eyes that Tamarind turns Gaelan's way. "Oh, I should not seek to hold you here by using any 'rolling pin' with extra force behind it, Gaelan Gaidin." Liquid and smooth, her rich voice caresses that last word, a reminder of what the man is. "Perhaps you should seek out my Sister, Semarra Sedai and explain to her just why you feel life becomes worse after a bonding." No one passing by could ever note the bite of those softly spoken words, she appears perfectly calm and serene.. composed.

Esthi tugs at her dress collar, the soft rip of fabric can be heard.

Gaelan smiles at Tamarind, and says, levelly, "Semarra Sedai is quite aware of my feelings on the matter, and the reasons for those feelings. She seemed quite satisfied with my explanation of the matter. If it pleases you to remember, Tamarind Sedai, I did make a point of saying that I was fortunate enough to have taken bond with one who treats me well."

Tamarind rests that withering gaze upon Gaelan's for a moment or two more, obviously not having noted the arrival of the Amyrlin, or she surely would have recognized the woman.. then she snaps her focus away from the man and smiles again at Salvadore. This curving of her lips makes the other seem drab by comparison. "I am glad to see you hold such a high opinion of my body and not myself. I shall have to spend more time acquainting you with my true nature, in order to rectify that dilemma."

Raemira lifts a brow faintly, her eyes turning more and more curious as time passes. She gently raises a hand to swipe the stray hairs behind her ear, watching with a bit of interest. She lowers her hand and gently smooths over her pants, something of a reflex reaction to the skirts she normally wears. Her eyes momentarily pass over Esthi, taking her form in with the slightest bit of interest, though she frowns just slightly.

The ripping continues, down the length of the dress.

Semarra enters the Alindrelle Square through the Alindrelle Gates of the White Tower.

Esthi's hands pull at the dress, anger etching her features.

Raemira's frown appears to grow as her eyes affix to Esthi.

[Channeling] Raemira says, "--> The glow and warmth of Saidar filles Raemira as she surrenders to the One Power."

Semarra makes her way along the gate her hips rolling in a rather pleasant fashion. Her emerald eyes take in the scene with some interest. Her eyes linger on her Gaidin first, then the amyrlin.

Raemira's voice appears to be stern and rather authoritative, "Novice, what are you doing to your dress?" Her eyes appear to demand an answer.

Salvadore stands quietly as Tamarind focuses her attention on Gaelan, looking not a little relieved that her eyes were off him for a time. But the relief is short-lived as she swings back upon him in full vengeance, and it seems to be all Salvadore can do not to bolt from where he stands. The lazy smile does not make a comeback. He glances over to Gaelan, then back to Tamarind. At last he says, almost quietly, "I'm sure... that would... be my pleasure, Tamarind Sedai."

Perhaps the sound, or the movement as Raemira steps out further away from the gate catches Tamarind's immediate attention. Either way, she pauses but a moment to look at Salvadore. "I doubt it will be. Wait here." Then she steps brusquely between the two men she has been confronting and draws nearer the other two. Recognition finally dawns upon her face, and she inclines her head in a most respectful and elegant manner to the Amyrlin Seat, murmuring a pleasant, "Light shine upon you, Mother." Though her eyes flick to the girl tearing through Novice whites, she speaks not to her, but listens instead to Raemira.

Gaelan mutters something to Salvadore.

Gaelan mutters to Salvadore, "Stand... ground, man.... ground."

Esthi ignores the question, continuing to abuse the poor, innocent dress.

Semarra inclines her head towards the amyrlin in a respectful greeting, "The light Illume, Mother."

Salvadore puts his hands behind his back and stands rock-still, a stubborn set comingto his face. At Gaelan's words, he nods slightly, and speaks ina whisper through clenched teeth. He mutters to Gaelan, "... the Light!... Blood... why... the name... to come..."

Slowly Raemira crosses her arms, the full force of her ageless features apparently on the lone girl sitting near the gates. At the moment she does not address her Keeper, nor Semarra Sedai, oh so intent on getting an answer from the Esthi, "Did you hear me, Child? I asked you a question, and you will answer."

[Channeling] Raemira says, "--> Fine flows of air seem to form in near perfect weaves, softly beginning to surround Esthi so that she cannot move her hands to tear at her dress."

Esthi looks up, though she doesn't stop ripping..

Gaelan mutters to Salvadore.

Esthi's hands fix in place.

Tamarind spares a moment to glance at Semarra, and she nods a polite greeting.. silent in the face of the confrontation at hand, before turning back the full weight of her own impassive stare to the girl at on the curb.

Esthi's forehead knits in frustration. She glares up at any who meet her gaze.

Semarra's emerald eyes turn from the amyrlin to the novice, her gem gaze pinning the girl in a disconcerting gaze, "I believe the Amyrlin asked you a question, child." Her voice whips out at Esthi.

Nothing akin to satisfaction appears on Raemira's face, her frown simply growing, "Child, when an Aes Sedai asks you a question, you answer. You also do not tear apart those garments which have been given to you to wear at the Tower..." She turns her attention to Tamarind, her eyes questioning, as if to ask the woman if the girl is in her charge.

Esthi keeps her lips firmly closed.

Tamarind turns her face to meet Raemira's eyes and she simply gives the faintest shaking of her head to match her words. "I know not the child, Mother. Though she did just step forth from the gates. She was next on my list." She doesn't elaborate on who or what was first, the faces of the two men left standing behind her might give some indication, though.

Gaelan stands perfectly calm. Funny that, he doesn't show the fear his friend does, as he expects a verbal duel to make the world cry in mercy.

Salvadore watches the scene unfold from where he stands, relaxing somewhat as it appears his tongue-lashing has been post-poned. Leaning slightly, he speaks quietly to the Warder. He mutters to Gaelan, "... pots... the... age,..."

Lerian enters from the west, wandering away from Darein Road.

Gaelan chuckles a bit, He mutters to Salvadore, "If... or... choice made..."

Semarra keeps the Novice pinned, "Perhaps a few months tilling the earth out in the country will teach her the proper respect, Mother."

A light sigh can be heard escaping from Raemira's lips. She merely shakes her head, a saddened expression actually appearing on her ageless features. She speaks in a calm, empassioned voice, "I see..." She glances to Semarra and Tamarind once more, seemingly gathering another thoughtful look upon her face, "I know not this Child... has she been brought to us over the last few days?"

Tamarind permits a faint smile to show upon her lips again and directs her words to Semarra, and the others there as well, even though she keeps her encompassing gaze upon the Esthi's face. "Let us be kind, Sister, I can think of many ways she can prove her worth without yet being sent away." Soft and light are her words, perhaps more unnerving for that.

Semarra returns Tamarind's pleasant smile, "Oh, but sister, I am being kind. I did not suggest we send her away for good."

Salvadore shrugs, squinting at the sullen girl. Then he begins to chuckle, He mutters to Gaelan, "... probably be... long... that... up being... by...

Tamarind completes... training."

Gaelan laughs, heartily, for some reason, He mutters to Salvadore, "True, very..."

Raemira appears to be waiting for an answer either from Tamarind or Semarra in regards to Esthi, her eyes questioning once more.

Semarra turns to the Amyrlin, "I apologize Mother, I know not when this child joined us. But I assume by her actions it was not long ago."

Tamarind nods but once, sunlight gilding her fiery hair as she slips a composed gaze to the Green Sister once again. "Indeed, you always did have a kind heart, Sister. Of course, that would be up to the Amyrlin.. the Amyrlin whom she refuses to answer." She focuses upon the young woman before stepping up to Raemira's side. "I believe now.. that I saw her come in this morning, Mother. She did not look pleased, and was fairly drug to the Mistress of Novices' Chambers. But alas, I know not the child's name."

Salvadore shakes his head, grinning at Gaelan now, He mutters to Gaelan, "... bit bloody... my tastes. Where... you... those tattoos... anyway?"

Esthi says "Let me go, witch."

Having moved that much closer, Tamarind speaks to Esthi this time, her eyes flicking to the girl's and locking there. "Speak for the Mother your name, Child. The longer you delay the longer will your instructions on courtesy and respect be." She pauses.. trailing off at those last words.. and oddly enough smiles ever so faintly.

Gaelan chuckles, and shrugs.... he then stiffens a bit, as the word 'witch' is intoned. Oh my, but the situation just got more tense.

Semarra turns on Esthi, her eyes bright with inner fire. they burn through the young woman.

[Channeling] Tamarind reaches out as well now, losing herself in the warm embracing of power as she submits herself to the flowing of saidar.

[Channeling] Raemira says, "- For Semarra's sake, she can see carefully woven flows of air stemming from Reamira and covering Esthi's hands in bonds, so that she cannot rip her dress."

Tamarind straightens, her face so unreadable behind that ageless Aes Sedai stare that not a thing can be discerned of her thoughts. She turns and beckons to a thin willowy woman in an Accepted's banded gown, who approaches and curtsies quickly when she just whose company her summoner is in.

Salvadore stiffens as well, and all mirth drops from his face. Immediately one hand loosens the sword over his shoulder, and he scans the crowd for any unusual activity. Without prompting, he moves around the gathered women so that he is on the opposite side from Gaelan, and his eyes and expression mean business. His other hand is now resting firmly on the handle of the studded mace on his belt.

Raemira frowns slightly, her eyes a careful mask of calm. She just shakes her head, sighing once more, "You will learn manners and respect for the Tower while here child. While you may not have spoken to our Mistress yet, you will in sometime. Until that time you will be confined to your quarters with an Accepted watching over you to make sure you do not leave."

Esthi says "No!"

Tamarind looks upon the Accepted and speaks in a calm voice, whose silken lilt does not hide the command like steel beneath it. "Please seek out the records for this girl, hurry and bring back all you can learn of her to me." It is dismissal enough, and the tall woman turns and makes her way through the Tower gates, intent on doing just that. The Aes Sedai turns back quickly that glacial and weighty gaze to Esthi's face.

Semarra smiles, a not so pleasant smile. "Child, you have obviously shown the gift. you can either stay here oat the Tower, or go out on your own and die. There is no middle ground."

Esthi looks down at her hands. "I.. promised." Defeated by her own words.

Whatever vestiges of patience that Raemira may have had seem to be running thin. It's not enough that she's constantly challenged by several Aes Sedai on a day to day basis, now to have a mere child do so is more than enough. She sighs again, furrowing her brow. "From the looks of her she has already been given her whites. We do not take those who do not want...." She lifts a brow faintly at Esthi as she speaks, seemingly taking in the puzzle of a Novice before her. "Then you will go to your room as told?"

Semarra nods, "Good, then make life easier for yourself and learn a little respect while you are here. that dress will be all you are given as a novice. Tear it and you wear a torn novice dress, do you understand?" she glances at the Amyrlin, "forgive me for interupting you, Mother."

Salvadore continues to scan the milling traffic at the gate now, giving a warning look to any hapless passerby who might stray too close. He seems intent on creating a clear swath in traffic around the Tower women, and is accomplishing just that.

Raemira merely nods her head at Semarra, her eyes obtaining a thoughtful look.

Tamarind waits with that unreadable face, a regally held figure, tall and stern just behind the Amyrlin Seat. Slim hands fold atop one another.. gleaming serpent ring visible as she rests them calmly before herself and remains dangerously silent as she listens for the girl's response.

Esthi says "No?"

Raemira shakes her head, then glances to one of the guards "Please summon one of the Accepted within the grounds. I have need of them."

The guard nods and heads inside teh Tower.

Atalanta enters the Alindrelle Square through the Alindrelle Gates of the White Tower.

Atalanta walks in following a tower guard, and curtseys.

Though no anger shows upon her features, Tamarind takes one more step closer to the girl on the curb, and skirts of blue velvet brush against the hem of a now rent and dusty Novice gown. "No is not the proper way to address the Amyrlin Seat, Child. You will speak to her when spoken to.. and when you do you will address her as Mother." Calm, and instructional is her tone.

Semarra continues to pin Esthi, "No? you do not understand? then let me expalin it in simple, easy terms for you. You are here to study, Here to learn enough so that you do not destroy yourself. To show you that no other distractions will be tolerated, you wear the Novice white. The Novice white also reminds you of your place in the Tower. you will not understand everything, nor will most of the sisters take the time to explain it to you. We cannot be giving you a new dress every time you have a temper tantrum. So, if you tear your dress you will wear it torn."

Esthi says "She is not my mother."

Atalanta pushes up her glasses and regards the novice with an expression of detached curiosity.

Semarra feels her palm start to itch. Instead of giving into temptation, she remains silent and lets Tamarind answer...as the pert words were spoken to her.

Raemira glances over at the Gates as Atalanta exits, the guard returning back to his dutiful position, "Accepted..." She begins, pausing to allow Tamarind enough time to speak, then Semarra, "I wish for you to take..." She motions for Esthi, who appears to have her hands bound in air at the moment, "Novice to her quarters. You are to watch over her and make sure that she does not leave without permission. Understood?" Her voice is authoritative, down to the quick, expecting that she is quite understood.

Tamarind's soft smile grows a fraction wider disguising the tightening of her lips. "She is the Mother of all, Child, and you will learn that. I hope for your sake you are a quick study, for hard lessons are a task to the body and soul." She does not seem at all distracted by Atalanta's arrival, never once releasing Esthi from the chilly depth of her gaze.

Atalanta curtseys again. "Understood, Mother." She rises from her curtsey and turns to the Novice. "Come."

Esthi says "My mother is a Shipmistress, not some landbound witch!"

Even Atalanta's eyes widen at /this/ assertation.

[Channeling] Semarra takes in the one power, lashing out with a whiplike stream of air towards the girl's bottem.

Gaelan raises his hand to the bridge of his nose, and holds it, shaking his head.

Esthi yelps as something strikes her.

Cool ice turns turns quickly to molten green fire, and it is stark against the poised dispassion upon Tamarind's face. "If you ever say that again while you are here, I shall see you gagged until you learn proper speech, Child." Soft, almost gentle is her tone, a deceptive ruse those who know her would hastily back away from.

Salvadore looks over his shoulder in shock at the Novice's words, eyes widening. But instantly he is back to his task of making sure none come near the women from the Tower, surveying the crowded streets for any trouble.

Raemira appears to take in all of the insults with a certain stride, tsking slightly, "You will learn the proper titles..." Somthing akin to compassion covers her face, though quickly fades. She looks to Atalanta, "Embrace Saidar and use flows of air to bind her, though keep them loose enough so that she might walk with you."

Esthi says "Never."

Gaelan leans over to talk to Semarra.

Gaelan mutters to Semarra, "... me... speak... her.... believe... able to..."

[Channeling] Atalanta obiediently opens herself to saidar.

[Channeling] Atalanta then directs several flows of air in Esthi's direction, wrapping them about her arms, pinning them to her sides.

Semarra says in a much calmer voice, though it hold the fire in her eyes, "You will learn, /child/ that your past means oh so very little to us." She then tilts back slightly to hear her Gaidin's soft words. Her hand raises in a gesture to hold him off.

Tamarind steps back one single pace, her slender body held with a regal tension as she gives the Accepted access to the girl who still sits upon the ground. Not another word does she speak, just holds an encompassing gaze that seems to take in all about the child to her face.

Gaelan nods a bit, to Semarra

Semarra mutters to Gaelan, "Later, when..."

Gaelan nods a bit, to Semarra.

[Channeling] Semarra sends out another whip like stream of air towards the insolent's girl's rearend.

[Channeling] Raemira -- The flows around Raemira appear to dissipate, as does the glow, showing all that she has released Saidar.

Esthi barely withholds a second yelp.

Raemira inclines her head to Atalanta, her keen eyes watching the girl, as if signaling her to start for the Tower.

Atalanta looks at Esthi. "I suggest you walk, or I will walk you."

Esthi seems, surprisingly enough, uncooperative.

Though she seems utterly engrossed in the business at hand, Tamarind takes one moment to speak, whip sharp over her shoulder.. her words for the man at one side. "Go Salvadore, and come to me tomorrow, when we will further discuss the attributes of my person you like and dislike." She says nothing more, watching Esthi from a distant plateau of reserve.

[Channeling] Atalanta pulls forth a flow of air from the first, and gives it a tug, pulling the girl forward.

Esthi's body is jerked towards the gate.

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

Esthis makes it through the gate in a series of jerks and bounces.

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

[Channeling] Semarra only lets go of the glow of Saidar once the girl is out of sight.

Salvadore relaxes from his vigil as the gathering starts to dissolve, looking over to Gaelan for any cues. But Tamarind has noticed him now, and he stiffens as she addresses him. He glances at Gaelan, an unspoken look of... resignation perhaps... and bows curtly to Tamarind Sedai's back. "As you command, my Sponsor." This last word has a particularly nice edge to it, and with that he stalks off down the street -- away from the Tower -- and is gone.

Raemira watches Atalanta, her eyes quietly studying the happenings. She shakes her head slightly, her face now a complete mask of indifference, or perhaps something more unreadable. "I see we may have a problem on our hands. Does anyone know where she hails from...?"

[Channeling] Tamarind who has not seen fit to use the power she has embraced.. releases it as well, a soft echo of Semarra.

Gaelan nods to Salvadore, a hint of reassurance -- backbone, maybe? -- in the gesture.

Salvadore strolls to the southeast, heading for Alindaer Drive.

Semarra comments softly, "She said her 'mother' was a shipmistress."

As if on cue, the lissom Accepted who was sent on a mission returns suddenly through the gates and hurries up toward Tamarind. After dropping a curtsy and being acknowledged, she murmurs softly to the other woman who does not so much as nod until the report is finished. The Sedai dismissed the girl with a quiet word and turns back to the other two of her kind.

Raemira inclines her head slightly, "Which leads me to believe that perhaps she is Atha'an Miere."

Tamarind inserts her own musical voice here as the rustling of skirts marks the point where she again moves closer.. pausing just beside Raemira. "Indeed Mother, the girl is of the sea folk. I have just obtained what information is to readily be had of her within the Tower."

Semarra inclines her head towards both the Amyrlin and the Keeper.

Raemira inclines her head slightly, furrowing her brow a bit, "I had not thought...." She stops to ponder something, "It is of no matter. The gift can form anywhere I expect...." Her eyes thoughtfully take in Semarra, seemingly gauging something.

Gaelan stands, quietly, by Semarra.

Tamarind falls silent, keeping any further information for use at a later date as she notices the sudden change of Raemira's focus of attention. She, too, looks upon Semarra.. not a single thing revealed upon her face except that ageless beauty.

Semarra meets the Amyrlin's gaze respectfully. Not at all challenging, more it holds a quiet interest. she is patient though and waits. Her form held straight, if not regally...the light does still manage to pick up and outline her form beneath the goassamer threads.

After a few moments more of study, Raemira speaks up, her voice seemingly authoritative, though her words out of the blue, "Semarra, I would like to speak with you upstairs in my office if I may."

Semarra inclines her head towards the Amyrlin, her voice holding the utmost respect, "Oh course Mother, my time is yours to command."

A glimmer of interest or speculation finds the blankness of her eyes as Tamarind watches Semarra then shifts her gaze to casually intercept that of Raemira, nothing more than a quiet, unspoken question the tiny arch of a slender brow.

The Amyrlin notices the glance, however only answers with a secretive tugging at the corners of her lips, into a smile, one might say. She inclines her head to Semarra, "Now, if you've the time."

Semarra nods, "Of course, after you, Mother."

Raemira nods slightly and turns on her heel toward the gates, her expression now to that of a peaceful Aes Sedai calm.

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

[Scene changes to the Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon]

Tamarind enters the Tower Courtyard through the Alindrelle Gates.

Semarra enters the Tower Courtyard through the Alindrelle Gates.

Gaelan enters the Tower Courtyard through the Alindrelle Gates.

Tamarind strides in from the street outside, the ghosting a smile still left at corner of her lips as she moves within her own private serenity.

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

Raemira continues to walk through the courtyard heading toward the White Tower, her steps even and precise.

You walk up the steps and go through the main doors of the Tower.

[Further scene change to Entrance Hall: White Tower, Tar Valon]

Semarra walks into the Entrance Hall of the Tower from the Courtyard.

Tamarind follows slowly, no uncertaintly within her manner or bearing.. though a faint question is again in her eyes as she watches Raemira for any sign that she is to be needed or not.

Semarra follows the Amyrlin, her hips rolling as she walks, even with no men around but the guards and passing Gaidin to see.

Raemira pauses only slightly to look over her shoulder, lifing a brow slightly. She appears at odds for a moment, then simply shakes her head just slightly at Tamarind, indicating this is to be a private meeting.

Tamarind cannot help that odd smile again, though she does incline her head to Raemira as she speeds her steps enough to pass by both other women as she heads up the ramp to her own quarters to attend to some unrelated thing.

Tamarind starts winding her way up the carpeted ramp, disappearing as she turns a corner.

[Scene Change: Semarra and Raemira continue until they get to the Amyrlins Offices.

Amyrlin's Office: White Tower, Tar Valon]

Semarra enters the room, coming in from the Keeper's Office.

Raemira closes the door softly behind you, then motions quietly to a chair with her hand, "Please take a seat Daughter..." She speaks in a soft voice.

Semarra nods and takes a seat as indicated. Her body slipping into the seat. As she watches the Amyrlin, Semarra straightens her skirts. She keeps her questions to herself, knowing that the Amyrlin will speak when and about what it suits her.

Raemira takes her time moving herself about her desk, her face once again taking on her rather thoughtful expression. Once she gets to behind the desk she remains standing, turning her full gaze on Semarra once again, as if studying a book. "You handled that Novice rather..." She pauses, as if trying to come up with the words needed, "Appropriately, I believe."

Semarra smiles slightly, the slight tugging at the corners of her full lips showing her wry amusement, "Thank you Mother, I have little tollerance of disrespect. Too many have I seen...Novices and Gaidin Trainees alike that are..if you will excuse my phrase..too big for their britches."

Raemira inclines her head slightly, eyes watching Semarra with a hawklike essense. She slowly lowers herself to her seat, pulling it up gently with her hands as she does so. She taps her fingers on the desk before her, seemingly thoughful, "Did you know that Fedora Sedai was retiring her current position as Mistress of Novices?"

Semarra nods, returning the amyrlin's gaze, "Yes, Mother, there is little that goes on in the Tower that the other Sisters don't eventually find out about. some faster then others.." She trails off meaningfully.

A brow lifts curiously at that comment, though she nods, "Yes... of course" Raemira speaks, her voice oddly contemplative. "Well. I will need to be looking for someone to fill her place rather shortly. I was hoping to get that done fairly soon,though as events have been happening to help me aid my decision, I think I've found someone already who appears to handle herself very well." Her eyes take in Semarra, watching her quietly, perhaps to gauge any sort of reactions.

Semarra's face shows nothing, she must be learning this masking of emotions trick. She returns the gaze calmly, "You would be placing quite a lot of trust in the person you choose, not an easy decision, Mother."

Raemira inclines her head slightly, a secretive smile quirking upon her pinkish lips, "I am fully aware of how my decision would affect others, and that I'd need to trust that person to do the job right. However, I think I am a fair judgement in such ventures. I have, afterall, chosen Tamarind as my Keeper and she, too, has proven herself already to be doing a fine job." She keeps a mysterious look within hereyes.

Semarra inclines her head in agreement, "Tamarind Keeper is well suited for the job, no one could..or would dare doubt your true judgement." Her tone indicates that they wouldn't dare voice it around /her/.

That secretive smile continues to play upon Raemira's face, her eyes studiously taking in everything as she taps her figners lightly upon the desk. "Well, I believe that the person I've chosen has good judgement and a fair hand in dealing with Novices and perhaps Accepted as well. She's very no-nonsense and has a good head on her shoulders..." A pause as Raemira turns her head to study the objects within her room, then she asks, "Would you say that someone that I've just described would do well for the job that comes with being the Mistress?"

Semarra's almond shaped emerald eyes seem to study the Amyrlin for a moment before she speaks. If there is any idea of where this conversation is going, there is no sign of it in her face or tone. "You honor me by such a question, Mother. but as you seem to want my opinion, I will honestly give it to you. Yes, that is just the sort of person you should look for as the new Mistress of Novices."

The Amyrlin's ageless features seem to squash that mysterious, secretive expression and turn very unreadable. She inclines her head slightly, her eyes taking on a serious demeanor, "And would you be interested in such a task then, Semarra Sedai."

Only the corners of Semarra's full lips pull up in a smile, "Yes Mother, I would." Again she is straightforward in her answer.

That smile returns to Raemira's face as she nods quietly, "Alright then, that's settled. Fedora has already moved her things out of the office, it is yours whenever you are ready to take it over."

Raemira's eyes take in Semarra fully now, as she speaks, "I know that you will not. I have confidence in you, else I would not have chosen you to do such."

Semarra inclines her head towards the Amyrlin, letting the compliment stand without any other words. Although the smile remains on her full lips.

Tamarind makes it known that she wishes to be admitted to your location.

You admit Tamarind to your location.

Tamarind enters the room, coming in from the Keeper's Office.

Semarra looks over at the knock and entrance of the Keeper. she inclines her head polightly, though there is a small smile on her lips, "Tamarind Keeper."

Raemira looks up at Tamarind and smiles slightly, her eyes twinkling a bit at something or another, "Ah... Tamarind..." She begins, "I would liketo introduce you to our newest Mistress of Novices..." That mysterious look within her eyes now brings everything to Light, "I thought you should be the first to know."

There comes a soft knocking at the door, then it is opened and Tamarind slips within the room, closing it behind herself and turning round to run her eyes across you both. There is the merest hint of a returning curve of her lips as she nods first, with respect and grace to Raemira.. then turns and nods once more to Semarra. "I thank you, Mother.. it is my honour indeed to be one of the first to greet and congratulate our new Mistress as such." Her eyes show some of the expression her face just will not bear.. and she retains an odd air of being pleased.

Raemira inclines her head slightly, that smile not able to go away, just yet. She speaks quietly, "I do think that perhaps I need to work on my element of surprise when I do give such speaches and honors. I believe that perhaps Semarra had an idea that I was going to offer her the position."

Tamarind arches a brow, and widens her own smile enough to actually be seen. "I fear I am easier to surprise then, Mother.. for you did more than well enough in my case. Semarra always did seem to be one step ahead. It will be a fine trait when dealing with recalitrant Novices."

Semarra returns Tamarind's smile and nod with one of her own, "I thank you Keeper, tis a great honor the Mother has given me. I will strive to do my best in the position." She then returns her gaze to the Amyrlin, all wide eyes and innocence..it looks rather...odd on her domani features. Finally she gives it up and chuckles softly but richly.

Raemira adds her own chuckle to Semarra's noticing her innocent expression, then sighing, "I think that perhaps I should return to Cairhien sometime soon, to practice on the Game. I do grow rusty I think. It has been sometime since I've worked with the masters of it." Of course having lived in Cairhien and been a 'spy' for one of the cuththroat nobles appears to lend her some credibility of calling Cairhienens masters.

Tamarind actually adds her own silvery bit of laughter into the blend.. just a little. "I have never seen two better masters of such game in my life.. so youthful to have risen so far. If either of you receive any more instruction I fear for the state of the world, and might take up permanent retreat for my own safety."

Semarra smirks, "this, coming from one such as yourself? I /am/ complimented..I think." Her emerald eyes twinkle with mirth.

Raemira emits another soft chuckle that comment before it dies, "I see...." She tilts her head and glances about, before looking to Semarra. "I will need to speak with you later to discuss how to handle a few things within the offices. Currently, if that stubborn young girl we've met today was just brought here, we have two new novices to be inducted."

Semarra nods, "and the two Wilders...that one from the Inn, and the messenger girl that gave Isgrimaurther such a ...start?"

Tamarind grows thoughtful again. "I just met the other new Novice in the hall upstairs. I do not believe she will be half the trouble of that young sea folk girl from down in the street. And the others.. well," her gaze slips to Raemira. "They can be handled in other ways perhaps."

Raemira nods slightly, "We are still watching the wilders, however the two within the Tower already are what concern us now, since they are here. One is from Tear. She arrived yesterday and in my attempt to calm her down and keep her from being overly frightened I failed to obtain her name, however she's been staying within the guest quarters... the other is the young troublemaker from earlier today."

Tamarind pauses, her face again growing even more serious for a time as she looks up and catches Raemira's eyes. "Mother, I do not wish to interrupt such a pleasant affair with other tidings, but we have yet to formulate a response to the message that Shienarin wilder brought in."

Raemira sighs faintly, "I have yet to hear all of her proposal."

Raemira address Tamarind, speaking quietly, "Have you heard her full proposal?"

Tamarind gives a faint shaking of her head. "I do not believe she had one, Mother. From what I have garnered from her. She was sent as a messenger to relay tidings of some strange illness that has stuck nearly a dozen men. All ofthem tied to one particular attack in the Blight. This illness is slow and insiduous.. and they have no idea how to treat it. Thusly, they sent to us for aid."