Cast:
Eniklas - A 14 y/o Warder trainee hopeful. An unknowing Wolfbrother.
Rayche - A vicious Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah
Lynna - An Accepted of the White Tower.
Orina - Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah

Nik's Description:
Eniklas is a boy of about 14 or 15, with short-cropped raven-black hair, with a slight curl to it. His golden eyes attract more attention though, shimmering in light and glowing in the dark. He tends to stare at the ground, making him appear slightly shorter than his 5 feet and 8 and a half inches. His face still looks boyish, although there is some semi-dark fuzz on his upper lip. His frame looks a bit on the muscular side for someone of his age, just a bit, and his hands have a hard-worked look and feel.
He wears some of Tristain's old clothes, which are slightly big and very colorful. Bright red breeches, a bit too big for him are fastened with an orange belt. There is a sling and 3 pouches of stones in the pockets. He also has a yellow cloak. His regular clothes he's wearing are his brown wool shirt and his very worn leather shoes.

Rayche's Description:
At 5'1", almost everyone towers above this plump woman, of an undeterminable age at best. Her hair is brown, wavy and pulled back into a ponytail which reaches nearly to her ankles. One very, very thin fine strand of white starts at her left temple and continues all the way down to the end of her hair. Sharp green eyes take in most of what goes on around her, no doubt being stored and used for further gain by a shrewd mind. She is dressed in a deep crimson gown of silk, high necked and laced, with embroidery in a slightly darker shade of red along its arms and bodice. Draped around her shoulders is a shawl, red fringed and prominently displaying the Flame of Tar Valon on its back. A stout, intricately carved walking stick is in her possession most of the time. Somehow, you think it might be used otherwise too.

Lynna's Description:
Lynna is a tall woman, standing at a height of nearly six feet. Her dark hair, worn past her shoulders, and her sharp green eyes add to the proud, angular facial features characteristic of many Shienarans. The only thing making this girl not seem so intimidating is that she's so slight of build, despite her height. Her smooth features suggest that she's still young, perhaps in her early twenties.
She wears a white dress, hemmed with seven colors, high-necked and full sleeved - the normal dress of an Accepted of the White Tower. Her feet are covered in white slippers. On the third finger of her left hand is a gold ring with the likeness of the Great Serpent. Draped on her shoulders is a heavy snow-white cloak, to ward off the cold.

Orina's Description:
Standing at about average height, with a wiry build, this woman is not an impressive sight at first glance. Cool ice blue eyes peer out for an ageless face, framed by straight sun lightened brown hair that falls to her waist and remains unbound. Her ageless face is small with a sharp nose and high cheekbones. All of her visible skin is covered with a light but even tan. Orina wears an ankle length gown of luxurious deep blue silk. The off the shoulder bodice dips enticingly at the neckline, decorated with ribbons of deep forest green silk which run from her waistline as piping, widening as the rise until they rest in gentle folds over her shoulders, criss-crossing as the descend and fasten the bodice tightly from behind. The dress reaches the floor, where it rustles gently with every movement, heavily draped silk folds of blue hiding a pair of delicate matching slippers. Orina wears a Great Serpent ring on the third finger of her right hand.

Location: Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Message: 8/19                      Posted        Author
Humorous Incidents                 Fri May 28    Eniklas
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Rayche sweeps her way down the stairs from the Tower, heavy cloak tight around her shoulders. She of course spots the boy sitting on the bench, walking over. "Have you learned yet, boy, about keeping your clothes on in the presence of others?"

Eniklas jumps as Rayche wakes him from his spell. He jumps up, face turning bright red, and bows to Rayche, body bent double. He pulls himself back up. "I- I- I- I- I-" He can't seem to find his tongue, he just stutters.

Rayche sighs, shaking her head slowly. "Child, stop stuttering!" she snaps, clapping her hands. "There's only one i in I.

Eniklas clamps his mouth shut. He tries again. "I.. I.. I'm sorry Aes Sedai. I d-did not mean to. What is my punishment?"

"What is it with you and punishments?" says Rayche, frustration clear in her voice. "You find some strange pleasure in that?"

Eniklas shakes his head. "No Aes Sedai, but I displeased you." He still seems to think Aes Sedai are more than human. After all, he's heard the stories.

Rayche rolls her eyes, sighing once again. "Very well. A punishment then. First off, you will seek out all those present when the event occurred and apologize for your actions. Also, you will report to the Master of arms and ask him to teach you on the matters of being clothed in public."

Eniklas nearly collapses when he hears he has to apologize to everyone present. He blushes furiously. "A-a-apologize? There were a lot of people there. And the novices are all giggling at me!" He has lost control of his voice several times during the sentences, his pitch going up to a squeak. He looks at her and says. "Yes Aes Sedai."

"You expected a different reaction?" snorts Rayche, shaking her head once again. "Now, before you catch a cold, find yourself some... decent clothing instead of that." she says, waving a hand at the colorful garbing.

Eniklas says. "Ummm.. I don't have any others. Tristain lent me these and Genifyr still has my others..."

Rayche hrmphs, dragging out her purse. "Then buy yourself some." she says, counting out a few silver marks and holding them out. "I won't have you traipsing around in that."

Eniklas almost refuses to take money from an Aes Sedai but wisely decides against it. He takes the coins and says. "Thank you Aes Sedai. I' will bring you back the change." Which no doubt means he will buy the cheapest he can and give her back most of it.

Lynna quietly steps out of the Tower, closing her cloak about her snugly. She looks about the courtyard quietly as she descends the steps.

Orina walks in from the Northharbor Gate, a small basket looped around her arm.

Lynna turns to the new face as Orina enters the courtyard. She nearly immediately recognizes the woman for Aes Sedai merely by her face, but waits until she can pick out the Serpent ring before dipping a respectful curtsey.

Eniklas is standing by the bench, his face bright red. He holds a few silver marks in his hands. He goes up to Orina and Lynna, bowing very deeply to each of them, Orina first, and asks, "Ummm.. Ummm.... were either of you in the Dining Hall when I removed my pants?" He shakes a bit, and looks as if he wishes he were anywhere else.

Orina smiles politely, "Why no, I was not, but I have heard it was... an interesting little escapade, I had heard you were in the infirmary earlier."

Lynna blinks at Eniklas, arching her eyebrows, before she remembers the incident. She allows a very faint smile as she replies. "I was not there, no."

Eniklas was halfway letting out a sigh of relief until Orina mentioned the infirmary. He chokes on the air he was exhaling and looks as if he nearly fell over. "I... I... I... I..."

Lynna quietly tilts her head toward Orina, obviously having not heard this one yet.

At a sudden thought, Orina stifles, in the most un-Aes Sedai like way, a giggle, "Perhaps I should have been there, I'm no green, but.." :P

Lynna blinks - it doesn't take much imagination to translate that statement. A faint blush touches her cheeks, having nothing to do with the cold.

Orina looking over at the Accepted, "I'm quite surprised you haven't heard of poor Eniklas escapade, you dropped a, what was it, tea pot... and a honeyjar.. yes, that's it, into his lap, had to go to the infirmary because of the burn, correct?" she turns to Nik.

Lynna nods slowly. "I have heard that much, Aes Sedai."

Eniklas nearly collapses on the spot. He takes several very deep breaths and tries not to hear the conversation.

Eniklas looks at Orina, swallows and tells the truth. "Yes, that and the glass." (OOC: Orina might have been in a position to speak to the Yellow who had to remove it.)"

Orina nods, "Oh yes and the glass, I do hope it didn't hurt too much, the infirmary has been an interesting place the past few days, with all of the... events in the past week."

2 Passing Novices look at Nik and giggle. The curtsey and as they are walking away one says to the other. "Oh dear, it is chilly, I think I'll have some TEA to ward off the cold." The other says "Oh yes, with lots of HONEY."

Lynna turns a quiet look to the two Novices, which may drop the temperature a degree or two, but does nothing more, looking away after a mere couple seconds.

Eniklas coughs with embarrassment, since he can't get any redder.

Orina turns to glare at the Novices, "I think you have chores to be about, if not I'm sure I can find some for you to do."

Orina dose not give the novices another thought, "I should be heading back to the infirmary, I have an interview with the guardsman, I would not, however mind, if either of you come with." the comment is the only thing that shows that Morcath makes her nervous.

Eniklas closes his eyes and remembers there are a few people in the infirmary he has to apologize to.

Location: Infirmary:

Nata says "Owen could tell you. He got a good look at it right after it happened."

Eniklas walks into the room, blushing furiously. He walks over to several novices and Accepted and apologizes to them for removing his pants in the Dining Hall.

Calandra nods to Nata, "I'll have a word with him when he gets a chance." she nods and sighs at Orina, "Unfortunately we've had dealing with darkfriends in the recent past." she grimaces, remembering what troubles those dealings got her into.

Morcath says calmly to Orina, "No, yes, depends. In that order, Sedai."

Orina nods politely to Nik, then turns to whisper to Nata and Calandra, "Would now be a bad time to make tea?" she almost giggles, very unAes Sedai like.

Calandra adds a bit of dry humor by rubbing her cheek and chuckles towards Nata.

Calandra laughs softly at Eniklas and then at Orina, "It is never a bad time for tea." she winks.

The yellow Sister looks toward the man on the bed for a moment. She then looks toward Orina. "from the description given me, this is the one who attacked the novice Weste with a knife, yes?" A sidewise glance toward

Calandra is neutral at first till she identifies the attempt at humor then warms by slow degrees as she hears a chuckle. She nods to the male coming in, having missed that incident totally.

Calandra nods quietly and lets Orina answer the question Nata asked, since it was directed at her.

Eniklas blushes and vows under his breath never to touch another cup of tea. Or honey.

Morcath looks down at the mention of what he is accused of.

Calandra slips over to Morcath silently and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Orina nods, "Yes, yes, but I was told he had only nearly attacked the Novice, but ended up attacking himself."

Nata nods. 'Yes, that in a note, but I was speaking with Weste and Genifyr" There the voice goes flat and 'too' smooth, enough of a change to indicate 'watch out for that one, she's in trouble'.

Morcath fingers the spot on his stomach where the knife was.

Nata says, "She was explaining some so my words reflect what she spoke of until we were interrupted."

Calandra speaks to Morcath. "I didn't hear you hurt yourself." a bit shocked. "That should clear you all in its own."

Morcath shakes his head,

Morcath murmurs, "A guilty man will do anything to escape justice."

Calandra tsks, "I'd believe that if you weren't so torn over having done so." she chides him, "But attacking yourself with a knife, diverting yourself from attacking the Novice..." she taps her fingers on her hand, thinking. "That type of thing is mentioned several times in those books which I studied for my project."

Nata says "Why would wounding himself clear him Calandra?" She asks as she moves to the bed. A gesture to the other Sister draws her to his other side. "Eniklas...I think that is what I heard your name was, Will you please stand guard near the door and see if any who come in need to be here. Will cut down on through flow if we can while we talk and examine this one.

Owen or any of the sisters are alright but servants and curiosity seekers will not be quite as welcome now."

Calandra turns to Nata, "Not so much that he attacked himself, but that he diverted his attack from the intended victim. That implies an internal struggle."

Morcath raises his face, his blue eyes soft.

Orina smiles at the Accepted, "Very good, I was thinking that myself,"

Eniklas nods. "Yes Aes Sedai." There traffic decreases, but almost every single novice insists she was there so Nik has to apologize to every one of them. His stuttering can be heard in the infirmary's farthest reaches.

Calandra smiles back, glowing in the praise. She doesn't get it that often. "It was one of my conclusions from my Project, Orina Sedai. In case you aren't familiar with it."

Nata says "there are several considerations here. First, what treatments did you find listed, Calandra, and second, what risk in having him around, what is the likelihood of another being hurt?"

Mydria enters the room and stays near the door.

Morcath nods to Mydria.

Calandra taps her fingers together, "After talking to him and watching him, I believe there is very very little risk to him hurting another innocent person" she pauses, "As for treatment, there are several different things listed.

Morcath watches the Sedai carefully.

Mydria says nothing and instead stays near the door.

Eniklas asks Sionil and Mydria, after bowing, "Ummm.. were you in the Dining Hall when I removed my breeches?" His face is bright red, and he loses control of his voice several times in the sentence, causing it to go to a high-pitched squeak.

Eniklas says "I... I... I.. I.." He takes a deep breath. "I removed my breeches in the dining hall yesterday because hot t-t-t-tea and glass was spilled on them."

Eniklas says "An Aes Sedai told me I had to apologize to every single person who was in the Dining hall at the time of the incident, and I do not know everyone who was there." No doubt that was part of the punishment.

Morcath watches Nata calmly. "If I may, Sedai.... I will undergo anything you want me to."

Calandra nods quietly, "In some cases that is true. But each case must be looked at individually." she frowns, "There was a Sedai who had done a healing Delve on Morcath before and after the incident and she noted that 'something had been righted' inside of Morcath's head. Something so small she couldn't pinpoint it." she shrugs. "There are other considerations to be made as well. If he was able to control himself the first time, even after doing some harm, there is a very good chance he would be able to control himself a second time, before any harm could be done. He says he was aware the whole time, but he wasn't the one doing it. And he also said he killed the one that did it.. or squished rather."

Morcath snaps a look at Calandra. "I was NOT aware he was there!"

Calandra eyes Morcath, "During the attack, I thought you said you were?"

Morcath softens as he says, "Oh.. yes.. /Then/ I was aware...."

Mydria raises her brows at Eniklas. "Very well..I was not there." Her attention then turns back to Morcath and those around him.

Calandra nods, "That is what I meant. Now calm down and rest?"

Sionil eyes the boy "If you have no injuries, boy, you are dismissed"

Eniklas nods gratefully and leaves.