TimeLine: NE 994, Month 6, Day 12

Characters:
Renimar Hune, Trainee of the White Tower
Kyra al'Tran, Novice of the White Tower

Setting, Kyra's room, Novice Quarters, White Tower

Kyra blinks, quirking an eyebrow and looking up from the spread of papers around her.

Renimar pushes back his hood. "You look busy," he remarks. "Shall I go?"

Kyra looks askance at the various sheets strewn about herself on the bed. "Completely bored out of my skull." she drawls.

Renimar chuckles and disengages himself from his concealing cloak of raven black, revealing an outfit similarly dark, and two flagons in his hand. He tosses the cloak negligently over the back of a chair and brings it near the bed, reversing it and sitting. "Care for a sip? One is ale, the other wine. Or..." he reaches into another pocket, drawing forth a small, tin container. "Brandy?"

A grin slowly takes over Kyra's features. "Heart and soul to serve, Renimar." she quips in appreciation and nods towards the brandy, of course.

Renimar chuckles softly and sets the other two on the floor, and tosses the tin container to Kyra. "I thought you might like something from outside. Usually I bring flowers, or sweetmeats, but...." He shrugs, grinning.

Kyra chuckles, "And as you know, I've no use for flowers." She grins in return, catching the tin easily, opening it and taking a draught. A quick intake of breath at its potency that she lets out slowly. "Light but I've missed that. What possessed you to do this? You do know it would be the worse for the both of us if you're discovered here." She doesn't seem to be regretting his presence in the least, though.

Renimar shrugs nonchalantly. "I've yet to be caught and have made no plans on beginning now." He winks. "I just thought you might like something to break your studies. I've not seen you in some time, and I know Novices are accorded so few privileges. As for getting caught... well, they can only throw me out once. I will tell them, truthfully, that you had nothing to do with it."

Kyra grins, "It'll not make a difference, but for this -- " she takes another swig with a similar reaction, "--It's well worth some extra pots." She winks, "So you've done this before? How very grateful some Novices must be."

With quite a smile on his face, Renimar merely nods. "Some, yes. Though it's usually easier to arrange to pass on things outside, or in the library, than like this, but some things one cannot easily transfer. If you were Accepted, there would be little cause for notice if we spoke outside."

Kyra inclines her head. At this rate, she'd be a Novice for a while yet. "Accepted is some time away for me yet." No sign of remorse at that particular tidbit. A gesture towards the corner, though, does. "I'll be lucky to remember what that is for by then, I expect."

Renimar merely smiles. "You've a warrior's spirit, and a hardy Shienaran soul; we neither flinch before the cold bite of winter, nor the sting of the Blight. Perseverance, I think, will prevail."

Kyra shrugs, shifting a few papers around so she can lounge more comfortably on her bed. Another gulp. "So, what have you been doing with yourself? Keeping the ladies around town happy?" She lowers her gaze, a sly twist to her mouth. "Or perhaps just one in particular?"

Renimar seems unphased by the remark, shifting to another position on the chair, leaning forward on its back. "Oh, keeping these ladies," he waves vaguely about, "happy, or trying, and little enough time for many beyond that." A small smile, or perhaps a look in his eye suggests otherwise. "And yourself? Your lessons are progressing well, I hope?"

Kyra smirks. She's heard the gossip about the practice yard. At least when she spent more time there. "Lessons are going well I suppose. Some are harder than others, and more often than not, I'm going through chores half fatigued, but as soon as I get back here, I'm awake again." She shrugs. No explanation for that one.

Renimar nods. Chores were a daily part of being a Novice. "Well, I hope these help in some small way... though I'm not certain how often they spot check you. They do, every once in a while in the barracks. It'd be a shame for them to confiscate those flagons I took so much trouble to smuggle up." He grins.

Kyra winks. "Oh don't worry, I may not be training," clearly she's not talking about with the Power, "but I haven't lost all my resourcefulness. Not yet anyway." She shifts her position, crinkling another stray sheet of paper, and frowningly removing it from her seat. "My thanks to you again for the favour." She grins easily.

Renimar inclines his head with a dry smile, though no less genuine in his pleasure. "Heart and honor to serve, Kyra Sedai." He grins at the last; a sort of private joke between them. "Well, I ought to be going... wouldn't want to tarry too long and get caught." He redons his cloak and draws the hood, listening at the door, awaiting some hidden signal, it seemed. While he was, he smiled out from under his stealth gear. "We shall have to talk again, in more a innocent locale. If you are able, I will be in the dining hall an hour after evening bell the next two nights...." He cocks his ear. "Light, my signal! I've only a 4 minute window to get back down to the Office floor. Light shine!" With that, he opened the door and stepped out, smoothly, reemerging with darkness outside, before shutting the door.