Date: Wednesday, August 18, 1999
Logged by: Eniklas
Location: Practice Yard: White Tower, Tar Valon
The practice yard appears to loom before you, lined in a perfect square by various tall shrubs and hedges. You'll notice that the center of the practice grounds is cleared of any grass or trees, forming a hard, packed-dirt arena. By the barracks, you'll notice several stands holding various practice weapons for the Trainees to use during their training sessions. There is also a rack holding various forms of armor, used to help protect those within a session.
All around, leaves change color and you'll hedges appear to lose their leaves, as the autumn chill starts to come forth. This area appears to be empty, except for the occasional night creature or cat that wanders through in the late evening hours. A sliver of moonlight shines down into the yard, glowing softly in various areas.
There are two exits out of the practice grounds. One exit leads into the barracks which house the guards, Trainees and Warders. The other exit leads out into the courtyard of the Tower grounds.
Kile's Description: Held against his temples with a braided leather cord, Kile's fine black shoulder length hair swings loosely as he turns his head. A few nonconformist wisps of hair wave in front of his eyes, steel colored, and intense they stare out from a hard yet handsome face. The entire visage is tempered with an optimistic air, stopping him from looking imposing, nothing could look like that behind his smile. He stands a few inches over six feet and is built proportionate to his height after seeing about 22 summers.
His clothing is well worn, and travel stained, they mark him as being from Shienar despite the fact he doesn't look it. A small flute case hangs by his side, you can glance it now and then when his cloak is swept back.
http://members.aol.com/anselan/cuendillar/pictures/kile.jpg For a picture I drew of Kile.

Micana's Description: Micana is clean, hair a little ragged as if small parts of it had to be cut off. Fading bruises speckle visible flesh. She is thinner than any have ever seen her before, skin pale, a little dull. She wears an emerald green split skirt and blouse that are loose on her frame, to big for her though seeming to have been made for her.

Eniklas' 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 more so on his legs. He takes very long strides for someone his age and his hands have a hard-worked look and feel.
He wears cheap tan breeches, with his sling 3 pouches of stones in each pocket. He also wears a rough white shirt, a gray cloak and leather shoes.

Shamus' Description: Shamus Buchannan moves with a lithe grace honed by self-confidence. He appears to be in his mid to late 20's and stands 6'2" tall, with a weight of 220 pounds. His athletic build has lean lines with a hard wiry musculature. Clean shaven firm jaws, a straight nose, and broad brow are weathered into a smooth tan. Piercing blue eyes gaze observantly at his surroundings, missing little. Shoulder length blond hair is pulled back and secured out of the way. His voice is deep and contains an accent which is notably that of Andoran nobility. Well made chain mail with the usual gauntlets, bucklers and protectors for shins and legs is largely covered by a long black tunic making the preparedness less obvious to a casual scrutiny. A long sword, used but well cared for is hanging in a sheath beneath the folds of a warder's cloak.

Micana watches the turning of the dummy head to present another face. It would seem that Micana is getting a self-defense lesson from her Gaidin. She does not like the sensation or need for it but accepts the practices Shamus is giving her with determination. Her hand lashes out as quick as she can manage but her aim is off and ...ouch, jammed finger

Eniklas works on Boar Rushes Down the Mountain against a pell. He has been doing this for only about 5 minutes. He's not breathing hard or sweating much at all, a marked improvement over when he first tried it.

Kile watches the form from his slow moving stance, having seen it a few times and still not knowing it, he's again curious.

Shamus winces as is ward fumbles the drill. "Slowly is fine for now. We will work on speed later. Concentrate on the target." He glances over to the trainees, trying to concentrate on all three at once.

Micana 's hand lashes out again and this time, she pokes her finger through the grape with an audible 'pop/squish' sound.

Kile finishes the form off, finally. He then starts it again, this time at a very quick speed, his form is nearly perfect.

Eniklas continues to attack the pell, no real change from last pose.

Shamus nods his head toward Eniklas as he speaks to Micana, He mutters to Micana, "That one..." In a more normal voice he adds, "Excellent. Enough for now?"

Kile continues Heron Wading through the Rushes, speeding it up each time His face is still practicing Cat Crosses the Courtyard, though he's yet to learn the void, no sweat comes to his brow, and he shows no sign of tiring.

Micana wipes her fingertip off again on the dummy and then turns, shoulder leaning against Shamus' arm for a moment. "Thank you for the drill." She lowers her voice to speak

Shamus inclines his head to Micana.

Eniklas continues to work on Boar Rushes, though, if one is watching his face, the blankness in it seems to fluctuate momentarily, as if he had some thought which rocked the Void.

-------(Micana had to go at this point)-------

Shamus turns to contemplate the trainees more.

Eniklas continues to work against the pell, working a bit harder as if to make up for that moment of hesitation.

Kile seems to have peeked at a very quick speed, he rapidly continues, sweat just now beginning to bead on his forehead.

Shamus nods in satisfaction as he watches, then calls out. "Eniklas, hold a moment. What distracted you?"

Eniklas had started to sweat more when Shamus called him. He stops, and heads over to Shamus. A careful observer might have noticed his face twitched. He bows, and replies, "A stray thought, Gaidin Shamus. Nothing important." His voice is steady, thanks to the Void.

Shamus has that same scent of determination that was evident in his stance when he was teaching his ward. "Oh? A simple stray thought caused you to lose your concentration? Through the void?" His voice turns wry, "That must have been some thought."

Kile isn't paying much attention, and his scent does really shift.

Eniklas opens his mouth, but he can't lie to the Gaidin. "It...." Eniklas closes his mouth and hopes he does not have to finish that thought, but finds that possibility highly unlikely. Still, the outcome is preferable.

Shamus asks, "It? It was so rare to have one, that it startled you?" Despite the obvious joke in his words, his tone remains carefully neutral. His scent however begins to shift. There is the barest hint of anger, but overshadowing that is the air of disappointment.

Kile stops the form, his repetition becoming mindless he carefully starts again, with that painfully slow process.

Eniklas keeps hold of the Void, but Shamus' scent has an affect on him. "It..." He starts slowly but the next part of his sentence is probably a bit faster than he meant it to come out. "It was about a novice. That I saw today, I've never met her. I have not been having any kind of relationship, nor will I." There is an edge of nervousness around the Void, but he pushes it away and quashes it after he finishes speaking."

Shamus actually chuckles at that. "I will admit I did not expect that." He waves away Eniklas' protests, "Of course not, and if you did, we would deal with it. Your thoughts are your own. For the most part. It is when they affect your actions that I have to deal with them." He hmmms in thought. "And I suppose we will have to deal with that one some how. If not, light forbid you find your ward attractive."

-------(Shamus had to go at this point)-------

Feeling quite relieved at Shamus' statements, though he gets a bit concerned when Shamus mentions the part about it affecting his actions, Nik goes back to the pell after Shamus leaves. He attacks it aggressively, not faltering or having any 'stray thoughts.'

Kile stops his form, sighs heavily and puts his sword back. It looked like he was doing perfect, and then he just stopped. He walks around, practicing cat crosses for a while, his eyes taking on that deadly serious look, the rest of him... well need work.

Eniklas continues to aggressively attack the pell, really trying to do better than usual. oO(Well, I'm sure the Gaidin think me a complete idiot by now. I can at least show them I can do a form right)

Kile keeps up the form, his face betraying no emotion... He walks over to a tree and slumps down, yawning. He shakes his head and leans back look up at the sky.

Eniklas continues to aggressively attack the pell, starting to sweat once again.

Kile watches the other trainee, interest on his face. A scent of curiousity comes over him.

Eniklas is not aware of Kile, concentration and a strong sweat/body odor smell will do that.