Setting: Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Characters:
Sionil- Novice
Atalanta - Mistress of Novices, Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah
Raemira - Amyrlin Seat
Micana -Keeper of the Chronicles

Adriene curtsies to Atalanta as she steps from the Tower.

Atalanta returns to the courtyard. Only now, she stands at the top of the steps. Her eyes seek out Sionil, watching, weighing, considering the girl, as if trying to fathom out lthe young woman's soul.

Sionil gives a curtsey towards Atalanta when she exits

Atalanta continues to gaze, wordlessly, at Sionil. Then she says, "Sionil. Come with me."

Sereno walks in from the northwest entrance, watched closely by the Tower Guards.

Atalanta and gives a nod and walks towards her

Sionil glances over to Adriene, any smile on her face pales away. she looks to Atalanta and gives a nod and walks towards her

Atalanta turns, her hair sweeping through the air...like a banner of things to come.

Adriene blinks in surprise as Sionil is called away.

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

[Entrance Hall: White Tower, Tar Valon]

"Hurry up, child,' Atalanta says, almost conversationally. "The wheel waits for no woman. And do not speak until you are told you may."

Sionil nods

Atalanta passes through an archway decorated with a copper and bronze pattern.

[Common Wing: White Tower, Tar Valon]

Atalanta places her hand on the handrail and walks down the stairs.

Raemira wanders into the common area of the Tower from the Entrance Hall.

Micana wanders into the common area of the Tower from the Entrance Hall.

Sionil standing behind Atalanta gives a double curtsey to the two women

Micana places her hand on the handrail and walks down the stairs.

Raemira quietly walks into the area, a solemn expression upon her features. She passes through the hall, not once glancing in Sionil's general direction.

Raemira places her hand on the handrail and walks down the stairs.

[Testing Chamber: White Tower, Tar Valon]

Atalanta leads Sionil into the testing chamber.

Sionil looks wide eyed about the room but remains silent

Micana stands silently beside one of the intersections of the arches, looking impassively ahead at the novice who enters the testing chamber.

Raemira stands quietly by the podium, her eyes very solemn. There's a hint of sympathy there as she gazes quietly upon Sionil.

Turning to Sionil, Atalanta says, "You are about to be offered the opportunity to take the test for raising to Acceptance. Before we go any further, you must search your heart and decide if you are truly ready. You may refuse now, and once more, without penalty. It is only on the third refusal that you face any ill consequences, for upon the third refusal, you will be put out of the Tower. What say you?"

You say "To see that I may continue my studies, I will not refuse, Atalanta Sedai."

Raemira lifts a brow at Sionil's strong answer, pursing her lips together tightly. She carefully regards the Novice, possibly soon to be Accepted, keeping her eyes impassive.

"Then I will tell you two things that no woman hears before she stands where you stand now." Atalanta says, her voice and features calm. "The first. Once you begin, you must go on to the end. Refuse to go on at any point and you will be put out of the Tower just as if you'd refused to take the test for the third time. Second. To seek, to strive, is to know danger. You will know danger here. Some women have walked into those arches, and, when the ter'angreal was allowed to go quiet, they /did not return/. These women were /never/ seen again. If you would survive, you must be steadfast. Falter, fail, and..." She lets her words trail off meaninfully before picking up the speech once more, continuing with: "This is your last chance to refuse, child. Tis no shame to refuse on your first offer. Many women in the tower have done such. What say you?"

Sionil pauses a moment in her response but shakes her head slightly in answer "I will take the test, Atalanta Sedai."

Atalanta nods. "Then remove your clothing, and prepare yourself."

Sionil blinks at the strange command but lifts her dress up and off her. Holding the clothings in her hands she looks over at Lanta a moment

Atalanta looks at Sionil, with a single lifted eyebrow. "have you decided not to go on, knowing the consequences of such?"

Sionil shakes her head "I don't wish to leave"

Atalanta waves a hand at Sionil. "Then take off all of your clothes."

Raemira folds her hands before her, waiting patiently.

Sionil briefly nods and removes her shift as well as her slippers

Atalanta turns to Raemira, a look asking if the Amyrlin Seat is ready to proceed.

"Whom do you bring with you, Daughter?" Raemira's voice comes out in a decadant cadence, monotone in nature. Her eyes fall upon Sionil in a liberal fashion, as if delving deep into her soul and evaluating her worth.

Micana watches silently. She and two other Aes Sedai standing at the intersections lower themselves to sit on cushions and stare straight ahead at the join point. Material whispers and rustles with the movements of fabric spreading around forms much as petals on a flower in full bloom surround the heart of a flower.

"One who comes as a candidate for Acceptance," intones Atalanta.

A brow lifts slightly, questiong that. Raemira's glance, if anything, grows more intense, "Is she Ready?"

"She is ready to leave behind what she was," Atalanta replies, "and, passing through her fears, gain Acceptance."

Sionil takes a deep breath, not sure what the MoN means, but tries not to look as though she does not belong there.

"Does she know her fears?" Raemira intones, her eyes moving from Sionil, to Atalanta, then back to Sionil again.

"She has never faced them," Atalanta's voice seems conversational and ceremonial all at once, "but now is willing."

The warmth and glow of women channeling may be felt as each grasps the source and starts to power the rings. The gap enclosed by each arc starts to glow and block view through the opening.

"Then let her face her fears." A note of finality comes from Raemira, as if Sionil has passed the point of no return in her decision, even though it was already so when she agreed to do this.

Atalanta turns to Sionil. "The first time--" A hand appears behind Sionil's shoulder to propel her forward, to the first arch, "is for what was. The way back will come but once. Be steadfast." The last is /almost/ an encouraging whisper as the Mistress of Novices gives Sionil's shoulder a quick squeeze...and then steps back, leaving the girl alone.

Sionil walks and enters into the first arch, walking through it with a quick step of anticipation

You enter the Arch One.

As you pass through the first arch, any memories of the Tower or it's life fades from your mind, drawing a blank as if it never existed. You find yourself at the Rising Swan Inn, where you've finally found a place to draw your talents with numbers and other things. Your brother and father have long since passed on, a hard time that was for you and your mother to endure, killed in a raid by bandits as they journeyed to sell their grains and other merchandise. That memory almost seems too much to bear, if it were not for the Inn to help cloud your thoughts. A lofty crowd appears before you tonight, and in the corner, resting peacefully, is a babe; your daughter, Camille. She lays in her bayonet, happily gurgling and giggling away.

Sionil watches over the crowd, and gives a brief smile towards Camille.

Your mother comes out of the Kitchen, carrying a rather large and heavy tray of food. She moves over toward the table that ordered it and passes it about. She nods to a few customers, then starts on her way back to the Kitchen, stopping to swoon over Camille a bit herself, "She has grown quite a bit, has she not Sionil?" She murmurs in a soft, smiling voice.... she seems more alive than she has in the past few months, since Camille has been born.

You say "Yes, Momma. She is feeding constantly though. Was I like that when I was her age?"

Your mother offers a faint chuckle, nodding her head just a bit. "Aye" Is her answer, though she rises and looks over her shoulder. Hefting a sigh, "I need to get back to work in the kitchen" She moves through the doors once more, disappearing behind them.

Out within the room, "Hey you there?" A rather loud man appears to yell, "Gets me some ale, will ya? Me throat's itchy."

"You seem to have had enough ale for several itchy mouths, sir."

Sionil gives a smile as her mother leaves the common room, she looks over to the man. "You seem to have had enough ale for several itchy mouths, sir." The man begins to glower, "I pays ye good money t'gives me m'drink, not to tells me when i's had enough. Now gets me m'ale." The rather loud man bellows... and with his bellow comes Camille's cries, as if suddenly disturbed by something.

 Steadfast

   Steadfast

     Steadfast

       Steadfast

 Once

   The way back

     comes but once.

            Once. 



 Thoughts not of Sionil's own making tiptoe through her mind.

This appears to anger the man more and he swipes his hand down upon the table, upturning a few glasses of alcoholic beverages and a candle on top of that. "I wants me bloomin ale!" His voice seems to rage as he seems unawares of the quickly spreading fire before him.

Sionil yelps and cries out "Momma! Fire, Fire!" The young woman goes to pick up her daughter

The fire quickly spreads within the room. Several people stand and scream the same, "Fire, fire!", then start to panic out the doors. Quite a few of them go right by Sionil, knocking her about as she attempts to go to her Daughter, too panicy to care. Others attempt to put out the alcohol ridden flames, while your mother starts to move through the doors. Someone banging back against them, however, stops her progress and a nasty 'crack' can be heard, followed by a 'thud'.

Sionil tries to rise from the chair she is knocked into as people rush out. Glancing towards the doorway calls out 'Momma!' 'Nil tries to move for Camille once again, in the same direction of the backroom where her mother is.

People continue to stream out of the room, making progress toward Camille and your mother very hard, but not difficult. The fire continues to spread, making it harder to breathe within the room. A decision has to be made, of course, though you can see your mother's hand protruding from the door upon the floor. Camille cries within the background, her helpless pleas for her mother.

Sionil coughs several times from the growing smoke, she pushes her way harder towards her child to try to rescue her daughter, to save the young girl for a life not yet lived.

 A silvery arch flickers in the periphery of vision, light glinting on the rising
 arc.

         Be steadfast

         the way back comes but once.

Sionil gasps slightly "Momma?" She pushes and reaches her daughter picking her up, coughing several times from the smoke. Starting to the back room "I'm coming momma,I'm coming."

That hand appears to fall to the floor, coughing persues that flight, as if the woman stuck behind a door and on the floor was wreaked suddenly with the whooping cough; no doubts from the smoke. "Get out of here kid!" comes the scream of someone inside attempting to save a little girl within the room, crying wildly.

Billows of smoke swirl and obscure the waiting arch for a long moment then part to show the shimmering silver standing among the flames and acrid smoky fumes. A hum which is more felt than heard comes from the structure.

        
  The way back

         comes but once.

                 Be steadfast

The smoke appears to grow thicker and thicker, making the air grow thinner and thinner. The heat of the flames can be felt upon you as they start to lick closer to you and your child. The couging continues, overcoming those screams within the room. Even your own babe starts to cough as well, as if the air is escaping her lungs, never to be found again.

Sionil collapses to her knees, the smoke blocking all the light from the room, she moves towards, trying to hold onto her child low to the ground, the only light she sees, that of the arch.

You leave the Arch One.

Sionil crawls out coughing smoke that is not there, crying 'momma... momma...'

As soon as you leave the first arch, a chalice of water is dumped upon your head. You hear Raemira speaking, "You are washed clean of what sin you may have done, and of those done against you." That same monotone voice greets your ears. "You are washed clean of what crime you have committed, and of those committed against you. You come to us washed clean and pure, in heart and soul."

Sionil murmurs "I couldn't save her. Oh Momma."

And then, Atalanta is there, giving you nearly no time to recover. She helps Sionil to her feet, all ready propelling her forward, to the second arch, all ready murmuring the words: "The second time is for what is. The way back will come but once. Be steadfast."

Sionil staggers towards the second arch, the shock still upon her face she enters the light

You enter the Arch Two.

As you pass through the second arch, you find yourself within the courtyard of the White Tower. Everything, at first, seems quiet and peaceful; right. Morillin Sedai walks out of the Tower, followed quickly by Adriene. The Red Sister appears to have a darkened frown upon her features, more than likely because of something the Novice following her has done, or not done. She whirls upon her feet and stares down the rather willful Novice, who glares back openly at the Aes Sedai, "Now then... You will scrub each of these stones until they shine, and do them over again once more until you can see your features within them, do you understand?" Adriene just continues to stare defiantly at Morillin. "When I say something to you child, I -expect- an answer" Morillin snaps, a bit of air forming to switch at Adriene's legs, causing a yelp from the Novice; flashbacks, aren't they a pain?

The Aes Sedai seem to be concentrating on their task so intently they spare little attention for the novice beyond releasing an even breath when she exits.

Sionil gives a quick curtsey towards Morillin, a frown growing quickly upon her face as she sees the switches from the reaction on Adriene.

Adriene continues to glare defiantly at Morillin, her eyes narrowing just a bit more, "Go 'head, hit me again..." She murmurs, "You know you want to." She actually -encourages- the Aes Sedai to do this!?! "I'm not going to be scrubbing any bloody rocks, they'll just get dirty again." There she goes, digging her hole a little deeper than before.

Sionil watches, her face going pale at Adriene's actions. She holds herself back from approaching

An impertinent brow raises at Adriene, hands moving upon Morillin's hips. "I see, -child-." She talks down to Adriene, as if she were just that, a spoiled child. "And what else are you -not- going to be doing this evening? Tell me now, so we can just get this all out of the way."

Adriene grumbles to herself, "Not going to be doing anything here anymore." She glares at Morillin, then starts to jog toward the exit, as if she had a chance.

 The way back

         The way back

                        Once

                            Once

                              Once

   The way back comes but once.

           Steadfast

         Steadfast

     Steadfast

   Be Steadfast

 Words echo in memory, faint whispers in Sionil's mind.

"Go, get away from me." Adriene calls out, not allowing Sionil to stop her.

Behind you, you can hear Morillin sighing, "Of Light, not more of her hystrionics." She shakes her head disgustedly, "Novice, when will you learn that bloody running away from the Tower will get you no where." She grumbles loudly, "You'll only be brought back and made to complete your lessons once more." She moves forward to attempt to bring Adriene to a halt, however the Novice appears to continue running toward the gates. She even embraces Saidar, the glow surrounding her, to push the guards aside.

Sionil grabs at Adriene and says out "Do you intend to run away from everything that hurts you? Stay and become Aes Sedai. Don't let her be better then you."

If the Novice gives credance to hearing Sionil's words, she shows no sign of it. It appears that she is, indeed, running away from everything that hurts her, or... what she disagrees with. "Get outta my bloomin' way guard!" She screams out, making her feet go faster than before, perhaps to pull out of Sionil's grip. A yelp escapes her lips as she comes to a dead stop and starts to move backwards, not at breakneck speed, but quick enough to show that someone has a 'grip' on the fleeing girl... someone holding the Power. "I warned you..." Comes Morillin's voice, nearly threatening now.

Along the flower beds beside the Courtyard maze rises a shimmering silvery structure which certainly is foreign to this place yet seems somehow to 'belong' Silver glints along the curving surface which beacons by its very presence.

         The way back comes but once. 

                      Be steadfast.

The Red gives Sionil a cursory look, "The girl has got to learn to get a backbone someday." She simply says that, nothing more, her concentration going back to Adriene, "And that day is now." She gripes, her eyes narrowing, "Child, one of these days you will learn to do what you are told as you are told, without griping about it. If you ever want to make something of yourself, I suggest you stop running from your past, and everything about you and start applying your bloody body to something of use." Her words are harsh and hard toward Adriene, coming from someone who will never coddle anyone through the Tower, "And you, Sionil, unless you want to be involved with her punishment, I suggest you stay out of the matter"

Adriene seems to whimper now at being pulled back, murmuring over and over, "I just want to leave, I want to leave, let me go... I just want to leave...." Her voice just seems to ramble.

Silver sparkles as a beam of sun dances on the surface of the arc. It sits, unnoticed by others, emitting its low pitched hum.

         Be Steadfast.

                 The way back comes but once.

"You know nothing of that which you speak, and had you been involved with the earlier conversation you will see that coddling this mangy, pompus, little welch does no good either. I tried being..." She gasps, "Nice to the girl and all she did was throw it back in my face and taunt me, much as she does the others about the Tower." Morillin's features appear almost as red as her dress, "Now either let me do my job and leave, or get yourself involved and face whatever it is she does this time to get herself into trouble for."

Adriene attempts to struggle against the unseen bonds of air, "I want to leave... leave... go... leave... do not..." She coughs as tears start to run down her face, "Aes Sedai... leave... home." Home? Is that not where all the problems started to begin with?

Sionil frowns "Do we call you Mistress of Novices now, Sedai?" 'Nil looks over to Adriene and says sternly "This is your home Adriene, I won't let you run away from another home."

The hum from the waiting arch seems to soften and return to its already low level. The silver seems to become grayish as if the silver becomes less substantial as the 'felt' sound diminishes, then regains its shine when the hum returns.

 Once

   Once

     Once, the way back comes but 

     Once

   once

 once.

         Be steadfast.

You leave the Arch Two.

Sionil blinks a moment and states as a truth to herself, to the world, it matters not "You will not leave Adriene."

As soon as Sionil exits the second arch, once again is she greeted with a chalice of water being poured over her head, "You are washed clean of false pride. You are washed clean of false ambition. You come to use washed clean, in heart and soul." The Amyrlin speaks in deep monotone sounds, which appear to echo about the chamber in an ominous way.

(Note from Sionil: I was editing and the timing for this page was just so appropriate I had to leave it in the logging ;) )

From afar, Adriene waves.

Long distance to Adriene: Sionil smiles "I just walked out on you"

Adriene pages: you b*tch ;)

You paged Adriene with 'I did stare down Morillin though :)'.

Adriene pages: what was happening to me?

You paged Adriene with 'you'll have to read the log ;)'.

Adriene pages: you should have stayed and helped me ;)

Long distance to Adriene: Sionil laughs and was at the 3rd and last chance to leave through the arch out.

Adriene pages: ah :)

Lanta steps forward, looking into Sionil's face as she intones the next part of the ritual. "The third arch is for what will be. The way back comes but once, be steadfast." As the words are completed, she reaches out to guide Sionil to the third glowing aperture.

Micana and the other two Aes Sedai continue to channel steadily into the ter'angreal, showing some faint signs of what effort they have already exerted.

Sionil moves towards the light, slightly steadilly but not rushingly

You enter the Arch Three.

The third arch passes by you, and a light flashes before your eyes. Memories of the previous arches, as well as the life within the Tower appear to have vanished from your mind as you find yourself traveling down a road. You are horseback, and within your bags is a very important object. You've searched high and low for this thing and do not wish for it to get into the wrong hands, for dangers lie within. It is a ter'angreal, one so bad that it has been known to disturb small towns to large cities for days on end, causing choas, bickering and fighting among the people. There are those who know who you are, and that you have this object, and those that are willing to kill to get it back; your job is to protect it and make certain it gets to the Tower where it can be properly destroyed or hidden away from others, since it can be used by anyone. The path before you seems clear, but all of a sudden you hear riders behind you.

Sionil mutters to herself, "Of course they would find me. Just hope the horse can out run them." She sets the horse she is riding for a steady run away.

Behind you the sounds of hooves appear to grow louder, as if the riders were pushing their animals to their deaths. Shouts can be heard from behind "There she is, light, get 'er!

Sionil hoping that by not forcing the horse to go too quickly as she left the town where she found the ter'angreal she can outlast the riders behind her.

Something up ahead appears out of nowhere, or seemingly so. A trap?!? Maybe, you'll find out surely enough of course. The riders continue behind you, one of them spurring their horse on until it bleeds along the sides, unbeknownst to him.

You say "Trouble ahead, trouble behind. And them too ignorant to know the danger they possesed."

Ignorant or not, maybe they want the ter'angreal just because of that very reason. "Stop!" The small grouping in the front speaks, whether it is to yourself, or those running behind you, it is hard to determine.

 Back

         Back

              Back

 The way back

     Comes but

         once

                 once

                         once.

         Be Steadfast.

 Fragments of memories not Sionil's own tickle and play in the back of her mind.

The sides are covered thick with foilagew from the woods; stickers and other plants stand forth protecting the wildlife within. It is passable, at a cost. The riders before you do not break open, as expected, though the horses get skitterish. Maybe they are attempting to force you into the bushes. It is then when you see it... the fade... amongst the group ahead. That might explain how they got before you. Scanning about quickly, you notice no trollocs about; a minor relief... but with the fade there, no doubt there's something more. You hear shouts and yells from behind as some of the riders pull to a dead stop, surprised yelps coming from their direction, "Look at that bloomin' thing?!?" comes one grizzled voice. "Is that wha' I think it is?" comes another, "It cannae be."

Sionil murmurs to herself "By the creator, cannot let the riders behind to get slaughtered by it, only innocents, not darkfriends as those ahead."

The Fade sneers as it spies the others before it, muttering some words to the men before him. They nod and start to go after the others, while a few others appear to break away and move toward Sionil.

The innocents appear to be struggling with their fear ridden horses to move back the way they came, having some difficulty gaining control over their animals in doing so.

In the bushes beside the road the air shimmers. Silver glints in and out of vision as if there and yet not there before solidifying into a silver arch. An almost imperceptible hum fills the mind and words echo in memory.

 The way back

         Comes but once.

 Be steadfast.

Sionil grumbles to herself "Always was too weak with fire, Air and spirit perhaps." She reaches out to embrace the source

The group heading toward the other riders get a firm grip upon their swords, ready to do battle. Some of them do manage to escape, while a few manage to end up on the ground, lock, stock and key, with their horses running off into the abyss of the forest. Your own horse seems to grow skittish, uneasy in the presence of the fade. This makes things a little harder to concentrate upon. The fade itself appears to move into the shadows of the forest, making itself hard to see, if at all visible. The groupe it sent after you starts to grow closer, "I believe you've got something of ours." One speaks, it's voice not all too grizzled but none the same.

Sionil trying to keep control of the horse sends a compressed ball of air mixed with a tiny bit of fire at the direction that the fade's voice was. Then she weaves a shield of air before her and her horse, holding it several feet before and pushes the horse to a full gallop at the group ahead

The compressed air and fire appears to find nothing in it's midst, but darkened shadows. The horse, even though galloping under your controlled hand, still appears jittery and uneasy. It senses what you cannot, that darkened presence. In the distance, wolves howl, as if to add to the mood or atmosphere. One of the men nearby starts to swing his sword at you.... attempting to knock you from your horse and make you part with your bags. Behind you comes the scream of one of the men that was chasing you before, as he gets hit with a sword.

A gentle fawn walks through the slver aritfact as if it does not exist. Neither creature of light nor dark seem to notice the doorway back which exists only for Sionil. The hum it emits fades and returns.

 The way back

 Comes but once.

 Be steadfast.

You leave the Arch Three.

Sionil falls out of the archway, in a heap onto the ground

"You are washed clean of Sionil Diolin from Cairhien." Raemira intones, her voice echoing about the testing chamber in a monotone manner. As she speaks, the final chalice of water is poured upon her head, as if actually washing away all that's happened in the past and what might happen within the future. "You are washed clean of all ties that bind you to the world. You come to us washed clean, in heart and soul. You are Sionil Diolin, Accepted of the White Tower. Welcome, Daughter." She regards Sionil deeply with her emerald eyes, still as if regarding the girl for the first time.

Sionil shivers with shock at the water pouring down upon her, as though just feeling the third for the first time, she stands up with a look of exaustion and anger and the fear all mixed upon her face

Several of the Aes Sedai about the room let out a breath of air that they've been holding. More than one of each Ajah appears to be present, watching over Sionil with over anxious eyes, regarding her just as carefully as the Amyrlin and the others within the room.

Raemira nods her head to Lanta, motioning for her to bring a Tower and the clothing to Sionil, then turns her attention to regard the Accepted. Sympathy lines her eyes, as if showing she knows what, if even just a little, the girl has just been through. ""It is custom at the Tower that you do not speak about what happened in the arches. I trust you will keep with that custom." It is not really a request, but more of an order. "You will have the next two days free of chores and classes, to recooperate, then the next two weeks will you meet with the hardest training you've had within your life. If you thought your Novice years will bad, you will find them a vacation to those of your Accepted years." She pauses then continues, "You may not teach until you've had your spirit class, and been observed by an Aes Sedai for the first time." She then pauses once more, watching quietly as she speaks the words upon the new Accepted, perhaps too much for her to absorb at the moment.

Sionil still looking a bit overwhelmed by the testing nods mutely with wide eyes

The three powering the arches release the source, drained. The rest for a few moments before attempting to rise.

Lanta drapes a large warm towel around Sionil and holds out the dress of an accepted to her when she is ready to dress.

Sionil again mutely still in shock dresses again

Raemira pulls something out of a tiny pouch at her waist. Her eyes narrow slightly, as if considering something, though she murmurs, "Hold out your left hand please." She waits for the simple action.

Sionil slowly recovering does as told and moves her hand up for Raemira

A goldren ring, carved with the image of the Great Serpent is produced and placed upon Sionil's ring finger on her left hand, "On this finger, and this hand alone may you wear this ring." Raemira pauses her words, keeping that ever so studious expression deep within her eyes as she does so" Once you are raised to the shawl, may you wear it where you wish, but not until then" Her voice holds a warning note, what is done to those that claim to be Aes Sedai, quite evident to those through the Tower. Her eyes even harden slightly.

Micana and the two who worked with her slowly rise to their feet, watching the new accepted and Raemira.

Sionil gives a nod, her first words since the third and final arch "Yes, Mother"

Raemira nods her head slightly, turning her eyes to Lanta for a few moments, "Report directly to Lanta Sedai once your two days of rest are over. She will be taking care of helping you choose your classes." With that her eyes go back to Sionil, "You are free to go now and rest."

Sionil gives a weak curtsey to Raemira and the other Aes Sedai present in the room

Sionil begins to move towards the doorway out

Raemira quietly watches Sionil, then turns her eyes to those who powered the arches. She offers them a small smile, as if to thank them for their work.