Amyrlin's Office: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupants: Coerel, Raemira

Raemira is currently looking over a large set of documents, seemingly immersed in reading them. If she takes heed of your entrance she does not appear to give notice to it.

Coerel crosses the room and sets the tray down on the corner of the desk. He takes the pot in hand and pours a cup of tea. Pausing for a moment in thought, he then sets the cup down near at hand, so as not to disturb you.

Raemira looks up when she notices the tray, a small smile forming on her face, "Hello Coerel..." She glances to the tray, her brow raising slightly, "This is something of a surprise. I had not expected to eat or get anything until sometime later."

Coerel smiles softly, "You want something to eat also?"

Raemira shakes her head faintly, "No, I am fine, though thank you for asking." She looks over at the tea, something of surprise still echoing within her eyes. "Please... take a seat... I have something I think you ought to know." She motions you to a chair.

Raemira watches you with quiet eyes as you take a seat, her expression hidden completely, as well as her insides calm, eminating only curiousity as to your reaction to her words, "Last evening I finally appointed a Keeper."

Coerel nods, "Very well. I'm sure whoever you chose will be good." His eyes leave yours for a moment to scan the room quickly before returning.

Raemira inclines her head slightly, "Well, since she will be with me at most of my waking times, I thought you should know who she is..." She pauses, still watching you with curiousity, "I've chosen Tamarind Sedai, of the Blue Ajah. I want to restart the age old tradition that broke away with the last Amyrlin."

Coerel smiles with a brief nod. "We have met."

Raemira inclines her head slightly, and offers a faint smile, "And what do you think of her...? I know you have only been here a short time, but I would like to hear your observations of her."

Coerel pauses for several moments before speaking, "She seems very intelligent and in control of herself. I think she handles herself quite well, even after she found that the new Amyrlin's Warder wasn't easily controled." He smiles faintly.

Raemira lifts a brow slightly, sitting straighter at that last comment, "Easily controlled....?"

Coerel says "For lack of a better word.", Coerel says. "More like goading I guess. She has tried to 'convince' me of a few things since I've been here." His smile widens slightly, "It is nothing to concern yourself about.""

Raemira lifts a brow slightly at this, speaking softly, "I've a right to know whether or not my Gaidin and my Keeper will not get along.... It is a viable concern.'

Coerel nods. With this motion, his smile disappears. "There will be no problems between us. I believe we have an understanding."

Raemira inclines her head slightly, her eyes watching you with a quiet expression, "I see. I will not ask what that understanding is, as it's your business. I do not wish to seem troublesome after having made you a rather important part of my life." A soft smile appears on her face, "Be glad I am not like Semarra, who gets mad whenever her warder looks at another woman."

A slight blush reaches Coerel's cheeks. He says hastily, "It's nothing like that..."

Raemira smiles slightly, realizing Coerel's slight amusement. She merely speaks softly, "I know.... "

Coerel's blush disappears suddenly and he seems fully composed once again. "I just wanted to be sure you knew."

Raemira emits a soft chuckle at the correction, then reaches out for her tea, taking the cup then taking a sip. She appears silent for a moment, then speaks quietly, "Have you thought of who might be involved with those notes I found earlier?"

Coerel sighs, rolling his head back to look up at the ceiling. "No.", he says as helowers it back and his eyes meet yours, "All of the Aes Sedai march about here acting like they all should be Amyrlin, or already are."

Raemira emits a soft chuckle, "That's from the training we've received here, I suppose. And our 'power' stations and everything else. Many of them are very disgruntled I got the position. There were a few who've had a great deal more experience that I have who felt they deserved the position more."

Coerel nods, "So, it could be any of them.

Raemira sighs slightly, looking as if she's aged a bit, even through her ageless features. She nods slightly, "Basically, yes."

Coerel looks slightly saddened and you feel a mixture of concern and sadness through the bond. He says in a voice untouched by emotion, "Have you any ideas?"

Raemira furrows her brow slightly, scrunching her face a bit as she does so, "Very few... but they are hardly anything to go on. Marissa Sedai of the Yellow Ajah, as well as Vadian Sedai of the Brown Ajah, have both openly denounced me as the Amyrlin within the first few weeks, even though they had pledged their loyalties to me and the Tower. Though I'm not certain if they would be as.... open about their intentions if they meant to do harm to me."

Coerel sighs, "I hate to sit about waiting for something to happen, but it beginning to seem that is all we can do."

Raemira nods slightly, her face still rather masked though her insides suggesting her own concern, "Yes, for now it is..." She sighs deeply, "I rather wish I could figure out what all this is about.... There are rumors..." She begins to speak, visibly shuddering as well as mentally, "Of an Ajah many of us refuse to believe exists...."

Raemira adds quietly, looking at the papers on her desk, "And many more of us that do not wish to speak of."

Coerel jerks back slightly as if shocked, "You mean it could be a group of AS of this mysterious Ajah?"

Raemira looks up from her papers, her eyes veiled slightly, her face a controlled mask of calm, "I am not certain... but there could be such a group... and they could be behind this, and the Aemida's death... Unfortunately, it is hard to tell which of those within the Tower are part of... that... " She pauses, something of denial written on her face, perhaps disgusted at the mere thought that Aes Sedai would turn to the Dark Lord, "That particular group of people."

Coerel seems to consider for a minute. "So, what should we do now? I don't like the idea of you leaving yourself vunrable to attack." Obvious concern shows on his face and leaks through the bond.

Raemira offers a faint smile, speaking quietly, "And I think that is why I choose you as my bondmate."

Raemira furrows her brow slightly, "For now... we continue as usual. That's all I can do really."

Coerel smiles in return, but you still sense the concern that showed on his face as well just a breath ago.

You say "I cannot allow the others to see how upset I am nor that I might be in fear for my life. They will consider that a sign of weakness and try to pull me from my position through whatever means they can."

Coerel says "They will find no weakness in me, I promise you"

Well there is one weakness that Raemira cares not to describe and that is herself. She nods quietly, her eyes thoughtful for a moment, then she takes another sip of her tea, speaking, "I am sure they will not. You have a good head on your shoulders'

Coerel bows his head at the complement. "Thank you, my Aes Sedai."

Coerel smiles, suddenly amused. "Firstly, I think we should get out more. Let them not think we hide in your office fom them." from them, too...

Raemira chuckles fainty, raising a brow slightly, "Oh...? And where do you think we should traverse to?

Coerel considers for a moment, "I was not really refering to leaving the city, though that is not a bad idea. I've heard something of an expedition being planned."

Raemira raises a brow slightly, "Expedition? Of what sort...?"

Coerel shrugs, "I really don't know. I just heard a snatch of a conversation, could have been just rumors. All I know is it seemed to be about that girl the other day. She seemed to create quite a stir amoung the Aes Sedai for some reason."

Raemira ahs slightly, something coming to mind, "I see. I have not yet had a chance to speak with the child, though from what I understand she is a Wilder. What we call one who has learned to touch the Source on her own. She has a petition for me to see, I think, asking for assistance in Fal Moran."

Coerel nods, "That was probably it. As I said, I only heard a small piece of the conversation." He pauses, "Though I wonder if we went on something like that it would appear to be running away. It would certainly show you were concerned over her for some reason more than being a Wilder, at least those familiar with the Game..."

Coerel says "The question is though, would it cause them to act or not? We must try to keep them off balance as much as possible. It is the only advantage we have."

Raemira inclines her head slightly, as she listens, "I'm not certain. I will think on it more when I have fully heard her petition."

Coerel nods, "It was just a thought. I want to throw them off balance and confuse them enough that perhaps they will reveil themselves or do something to give us the advantage."

Raemira nods, only slightly, her eyes seemingly thoughtful, "Perhaps. I wish they would, but that would probably make them all the more dangerous." She sighs lightly, "This is going to be something that I truly do not like discovering, I can tell."

"True, if we expose one of their number and it is this Ajah you think it is, then the other members would redouble their efforts against us. I should have thought of that.", he says sadly. "I just hate battles when I don't know who the enemy is and when I have so much to lose..." His voice trails off.

Raemira sets her tea down on the desk and sighs slightly, "I think we've had enough of this discussion for a time. It appears to only be serving as a catalyst of sad emotions at the moment." She furrows her brow a bit, seemingly thinking.

Coerel raises his head and regards you, smiling faintly.

You say "I am in need of some fresh air... would you like to join me for a walk?"

You say "Weather permitting."

Coerel stands, "I would be delighted Aes Sedai." With a seemingly unconcious motion, he loosens his sword in the scabbard.

Raemira inclines her head slightly and rises from the desk, tea forgotten. She walks from behind it and heads towards the exit, waiting for you after she arrives there.

Coerel walks over to the door and reaches out to take the handle. "Me first if you don't mind."

Raemira lifts a brow slightly at her over protective Gaidin and shakes her head, "Not at all Coerel."

Coerel smiles at you. He opens the door and steps out.

Coerel exits the Amyrlin's Suite.

[Scene Change: Coerel and Raemira prepare to leave the Tower....

Tower Office Wing: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupants: Coerel, Raemira]

Coerel stops and turns to Raemira. "Where did you wish to go?"

Raemira follows along behind you, her eyes carefully taking in everything about the Tower.

Raemira pauses to think for a moment, "I never did get to enjoy my stroll within the Grove the other eve"

Coerel nods, "Very well." He leads you towards the ramp downwards.

Salvadore wanders into the Office Wing from the Learning center.

Raemira glances curiously to Salvadore, her eyes taking him in as she does so.

Coerel spins as the man enters unexpectedly.

Maeve wanders into the Office Wing from the Learning center.

Raemira turns her attention to Maeve, her brow raising even further, "Can I help you..." She appears to be addressing both Maeve and Salvadore, laying a hand on Coerel's arm to forstall his descent.

Coerel smiles at Maeve, "Good morning."

Coerel whispers something to Raemira.

Raemira leans in to hear what it is Coerel has to say, her eyes curiously watching the two who have arrived from the halls.

Salvadore walks out of the Learning Center area saying to Maeve with a coarse laugh, "... and the bloody books will have to keep them..." He trails off as he sees who he has joined in the hallway. Immediately the smirk disappears off of his face... mostly... and he bows curtly to Raemira and stammers, "Ah... no help needed... Amyr... Mother... er... we were just catching up on some reading in the bl-- the library."

Coerel whispers "I spotted my cousin in town and I believe this is his latest... daliance."

Maeve walks along just half a pace or so beyond Salvadore, a smile playing upon her lips until she lays her eyes upon Raemira and Coerel. Her expression changes into something more neutral at that, and she smoothly offers a polite bow - curtseying in pants does look silly - and replies quitely and with a shake of her head. "My thanks for asking... mi- .. milady Amyrlin.. but no, I was merely visitingthe library." For a moment she appears a tad unsure, unusual indeed.

Coerel glances from the two to Raemira and back again, waiting for her to react.

Raemira nods slowly to something Coerel states, She mutters to Coerel, "... who this... is...?" Her eyes stay affixed to the two 'guests'. Without waiting for an answer, Raemira addresses them both once more "I see... " Her face is friendly enough, beyond that calm exterior, her eyes still mildly curious, looking over Maeve more so than Salvadore. She asks, her voice quiet, yet strong and demanding, "And how did you find the Library, Child?"

Coerel senses "Raemira nods slowly to something Coerel states, "Might I ask who this cousin of yours is...?" Her eyes stay affixed to the two 'guests'. Without waiting for an answer, Raemira addresses them both once more "I see... " Her face is friendly enough, beyond that calm exterior, her eyes still mildly curious, looking over Maeve more so than Salvadore. She asks, her voice quiet, yet strong and demanding, "And how did you find the Library, Child?""

Coerel mutters to Raemira, "His... Diar, yet... may... under... has run..."

Coerel whispers "His name is Diar, yet he may be going under another if he has run into trouble."

Despite a hint of nervousness in Raemira's presence, now that she knows well just who she stands before, Maeve's eyes betray a glimmer of amusement at being addressed as 'child', though her reply is still smoothly polite. "Most impressive... Mother." There's just a faint emphasiz upon 'mother', as if she's trying the word out. "I am truly thankful for being allowed in there, it was an experience I had not expected from Tar Valon." She does actually sound quite sincere for once, no playful teasing or mischief in that voice.

Upon overhearing Coerel Maeve briefly shifts her grey and silver touched eyes to him, slender brows arching as she studies him passingly.

Salvadore raises an eyebrow at this last comment, glancing at Maeve for an instant to see if she is being serious. His initial discomfort seems to have faded, and he nods deferentially to Coerel when he catches the man's eye.

Emerald green eyes watch Maeve, under whisps of auburn hair as Raemira looks the girl over, perhaps commiting her very essence to memory. She does not answer Coerel yet, perhaps saving it for the next moment or so, though she nods to Maeve, "Yes, that it is. The Browns are very proud of their collections, some of them dating back to the last age, though very, very few."

Raemira leans in for a moment toward Coerel. She nods, She mutters to Coerel, "... see.... I... seen... another... Flaming... girl,..." Her voice hints that there's a spark of interest in something, or rather someone.

Coerel senses "Raemira leans in for a moment toward Coerel. She nods, "I see.... I have seen her before with another at the Flaming Arrow. She is a rather.... impressive girl, I believe" Her voice hints that there's a spark of interest in something, or rather someone."

Something glimmers in Maeve's eyes as Raemira speaks of other Ages and she nods her head slightly, almost eagerly, "Aye, most interesting... most -..." As Raemira lowers her voice and addresses Coerel, Maeve cannot quite hide the passing look of curiosity upon her face, and where she a real vixen her ears would be pricked forward alertly now.

Salvadore eyes glaze somewhat at the mention ofthe books again, and they wander over the details of this wing in the tower instead. He remains silent, however, and does little to distract the other three from their conversation.

Coerel looks at Salvadore with a amused glint in his eye. He nods once but remains silent.

Brightly alert grey eyes again shift their focuse, flickering away from the Amyrlin and the man which must be her Warder to settle upon Salvadore again, sliding over his form while a quiet little smile again curves Maeve's lips.

Raemira's own eyes have a hint of curiousity to them, watching Maeve with a secretive expression, almost as if she knows something that the girl may not. A pleasant smile appears on her soft face as she speaks to her once more, "I see... Would you perhaps be interested in perusing the Library again? We do not often get outsiders who wish to look things over in there." Her question also appears to be gauging something else as she watches Maeve, holding a hint of promise, almost as if the girl might, just might get to see the library once more if she truly desires. Then again, she might get to see it more often than she wishes.

As Raemira adresses her again, Maeve's eyebrows arch to lend her expression a hint of both thoughtfulness and curiosity as she looks back to the other woman, studying her for a moment or two before replying. "Most kind of you to offer... Am- .. Mother, but I am but a traveller passing through Tar Valon. If a chance is given before I leave, I might return, but the Wheel does Weave as it Wills, is that not so?" Her voice is almost back to normal now, sweetly smooth, though a fraction lower and more soft-spoken than usual.

Raemira appears thoughtful then speaks out, "I will arrange it so that you will have that chance."

Coerel smiles. He mutters to Raemira, "... a Trainee.... unfortunate... a young... reading... in... She rewarded... by sponsoring..."

You sense Coerel smiles. "The man is a Trainee. He was unfortunate to mistake Tamarind Sedai as a young maiden while reading her book in the practice yards. She rewarded him by sponsoring him as a Trainee."

Salvadore seems to be taking a particular interest in a spot on the carpeted floor, his face a study in disinterest.

Maeve glances over to Salvadore for a moment, the back to Raemira and offers another smooth bow. "I am honoured mother.. The Light Illumine you, but for now I fear I must be on my way, if you will excuse me."

Maeve pads down the carpeted ramp, disappearing around a turn.

A grimace passes over Salvadore's face as he realizes Mae means to abandon him here. He quickly speaks up, "I'll escort you...." But she has already left, and he is now standing looking very awkward indeed. He smiles wanly at the both of you, and says with a measure of apology, "We did not mean to... interrupt, Ae... er... Mother. I'll get out of your way now." He adds on somewhat belatedly, "If it so pleases you."

Salvadore looks to Coerel with a measure of relief, smoothing his face of any discomfort. The rogueish bent to his manners, however, is a permanent trait, and no amount of practice will conceal that.

Coerel smiles at the man, "I'm sure the Keeper and her Warder keep him quite busy."

Raemira inclines her head to Coerel, then speaks to Salvadore, "Then you may go."

Salvadore winces visibly at the mention of the Keeper, but he is not caught offguard for long. Instead, he bows to Raemira in Shienaran fashion, "Thank you Mother," then nods to Coerel in deference once more. "Peace be upon your sw.. you both." The effort of not cursing seems to be taking its toll, and he quickly strides away before it proves too much.

Salvadore pads down the carpeted ramp, disappearing around a turn.

Coerel shakes his head. "Shall we continue?"

Atalanta emerges from around a twist in the carpeted ramp, quietly padding up from the Entrance Hall.

Atalanta drops a curtsey in Raemira's direction, then hurries on her way.

Atalanta pads down the carpeted ramp, disappearing around a turn.

Raemira inclines her head, smiling faintly, "Yes... we shall."

Coerel pads down the carpeted ramp, disappearing around a turn.

You walk down the carpeted ramp and towards the Entrance Hall.

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

Coerel looks around the courtyard before starting across. He looks at Raemira with a thin smile as he walks.

Raemira quietly follows, her eyes retrospective as she appears to be mulling over things.

Anatole walks in from the southeast entrance, watched closely by the Tower Guards.

Lisendra walks in from the southeast entrance, watched closely by the Tower Guards.

Lisendra sighs loadly and drops into a deep curtsy.

Anatole raise shis hand from the pommel of his sword to knuckle his fore-head respectfully in the direction of the two AS, performing a half-bow. His arm unlinking with Lisendra's.

Raemira is currently standing near the entrance way of the Tower, conversing quietly with Coerel. She looks over at the newcomers, her eyes watching them for a moment, particularlly Lisendra.

Coerel stands speaking softly to Reamira. As the two enter he turns in their direction to regard them closely.

Lisendra seems to want to be anywhere but here but is holding her ground head held high.

Anatole straightens eyes on them for a moment longer before they shift back to Lisendra, he once again offers her his arm the palm of his free hand coming to rest on the high pommel of hsi sword.

Raemira leans in to speak to Coere, motioning vaguely to one of the two, She mutters to Coerel, "... catch... Trainees... Gaidin... liked... had her... in... or... and I... something to... with... bondmate."

Coerel senses "Raemira leans in to speak to Coere, motioning vaguely to one of the two, "That girl... If you catch her here socializing with the Trainees or Gaidin and distracting them, please let me know. Semarra Sedai, I think, would liked to have had her claws in teh Child the other day for some reason or another and I suspect it had something to do with her bondmate.""

Lisendra takes Anatoles arm with a soft sigh and a slight shake.

Anatole turns back towards the practice yard and begins quietly leaidngt eh way again.

Coerel regards the man for a moment, before stiding across the courtyard towards him.

Anatole passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Practice Yard.

Lisendra follows slightly relutently but still follows.

Lisendra passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Practice Yard.

Raemira lifts a brow slightly, following.

Coerel stops, not wanting to be to far from Raemira.

You pass through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Practice Yard.

[Moving to the Practice Yard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupants: Lisendra, Anatole, Atalanta, Charkor, Arathorn]

Coerel comes through the Courtyard entrance of the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.

Anatole enters quietly at Lis' side, his arm linked wiht hers his free hand resting on the pommel of his sword, casually. he glances around givinga respectful nod to all the warders in general.

Raemira arrives only slightly a few moments after Coerel, her eyes rather curious and her face wearing a faint frown. Her presence alone appears domineering, almost as if she has something in mind or is very disappointed in something, or someone. Her eyes follow along those in the yard and affix themselves to Lisendra.

Coerel follows several paces behind Anatole, seemingly trying to catch up with him yet at the same time not get too far ahead of the woman following him.

Anatole pauses to watch the arena, though he shifst slightly glancing over his shoulder at Coerel. He cocks an eyebrow, just had to be sure the man was actually there.

Lisendra shakes a little but tries very hard to hide it.

Arathorn glances to the newcommers and looks thoughtful before moving slightly closer to them to be in earshot, yet trying not to be too noticable.

Coerel looks about the yard before walking upto Anatole.

Atalanta looks at Arathorn and stays where she is.

Anatole turns letting go of Lisendra's arm to face Coerel, his brow still raised. He thumbs at his chin with his now free hand asking in a almost inaudible voice. "can I help you with soemthing?"

Raemira merely stands near Coerel at the moment, acting as if a chaperone of some sort, though you may not be able to understand to whom or why. Her eyes leave Lisendra and glance about the area, hitting Atalanta. Something of a frown appears slightly on her face, even deeper than it had been for Lisendra, her attention now diverted for other reasons.

Atalanta curtseys deeply, murmuring, "Mother," with her eyes on the ground.

Coerel regards Anatole cooly for a moment, "Just a word of advise: It is not very healthy to walk about the Tower with your hand on your sword."

Emerald green eyes peer out from under a head of rich auburn hair as Raemira continue to watch Atalanta. Upon noticing her curtsey she inclines her head to the girl, her eyes promising a future lecture to come perhaps on the promptness of doing such. "Daughter," is all she speaks to the girl, then turns her attention back to Coerel and Anatole, all emotion carefully masked from her face behind a carefully held veil.

Anatole glances down to his sword then back to Coerel. "It's natural, for me at least" his face maintains that stern disinterested look. he raises his chin slightly. "I am sorry if I offend" Anatole lets his hand slip from the pommel of his sword to his side, this however does not seem natural. he ends up crossing his arms.

Slowly, Raemira crosses the spanse to stand beside Coerel, her eyes now watching Anatole with that ageless serenity that so often is bestowed upon Aes Sedai.

Raemira leans in close enough to Coerel to speak to him without being heard. She mutters to Coerel, "... you... with... those onduty at... Or... least... the Tower have... peacebonded." Her voice is something of one suggesting authority.

Coerel senses "Raemira leans in close enough to Coerel to speak to him without being heard. "I believe that perhaps you need to speak with the those onduty at the Gates. Or at least make sure those visiting the Tower have their weapons peacebonded." Her voice is something of one suggesting authority."

Anatole looks from Coerel to Raemira. he raise shis arms slightly and knuckles hsi fore-head at the AS before dropping them back into place.

Coerel's face remains cold and expressionless. "It did not offend, and maybe if you were in the Blight it would seem natural.", he says. "But not here."

At Reamira's words, Coerel nods, "Yes, of course."

Raemira notices Anatole's gesture and inclines her head to him, offering a congenial greeting, despite Coerel's demeanor, "Peace favor you and your sword." Her words hold a bit of strength behind them, perhaps stressing the 'peace'.

Lisendra looks up at Coerel and the Amyrlin and then looks up at Anatole, a stern stubborn look has set into her eyes, but her face goes expressionless.

Anatole frowns faintly. "different people have different ideas of what natural is" he says. He loosk to the AS, but has no idea how to greet one.

Atalanta has an expression on her face that looks like she'd like to either slink away or sink into the ground, but doubts the wisdom of doing so.

Anatole looks back to Lisendra, her stern look, observing. Anatole then takes astep back to stand beside her.

Anatole mutters to Lisendra, "... don't... comfortable... perhaps this was... bad..."

Arathorn glances to Atalanta. "What is wrong?" he asks.

Lisendra mutters to Anatole, "... will... alright... Just... and... am sorry... you involved."

Anatole shakes his head slowly.

Atalanta shakes her head slightly at Arathorn.

After her greeting she takes a few steps back from Coerel, allowing him to deal withh Anatole, her attention no longer on Lisendra.

Anatole mutters to Lisendra, "... be sorry"

Arathorn shrugs lightly.

Lisendra mutters to Anatole, "You will not... in..."

Coerel nods slightly, "Very well. Normally we discourage anyone but the Gaidin, Trainees, and the Tower Guards from carrying weapons. If you insist on carrying your sword, secure it in the sheath so as not to be drawn easily." He smiles, "The Gaidin will be nicer to you."

Lisendra frowns and sighs softly, She mutters to Anatole, "... I was..."

Anatole pushes his coat in a little, the peace-bond now a little more obvious, tightly binding the hilt of the sword to the scabbard. He gives th eknot a little tug, pulling it as tight as it will go, though it already seems to be at that stage then looks bakc to the man, the warder.

Anatole straightens his coat, his eyes glazing over the others on the field to rest back on Lisendra.

Lisendra runs a hand though her short curls that rest on her shoulders and looks back at Anatole with a slight smile, ever so faint but still there.

Coerel moves away towards Raemira. He mutters to Raemira, "... wish... or remain... a... longer?"

You sense Coerel moves away towards Raemira. "Do you wish to continue or remain here a while longer?"

Bevlin quietly slips into the practice yard from between two hedges, little stick sword in hand.

Arathorn glances to teh man with a sword in his hand and nods politly to him.

Coerel smiles soft when he sees the boy enter.

Bevlin notices Coerel and grins sheepishly as he rakes a few stray locks off of his forehead.

Coerel senses "Raemira inclines her head slightly to Coerel, her eyes casting a glance over at Atalanta once before she does so. "I think all is well now. We can go.""

Atalanta unconsciously scuffs one heel at the dirt and looks down again.

Bevlin looks at all the woman around here and frowns. (They're not supposed to be here are they? Women can't be Warders? I think.) Bevlin continues watching them with a little pout on his face showing his thoughts that something isn't right here.

Raemira now has her attention on Coerel, her eyes watching him, waiting for him to lead the way perhaps. She furrows her brow a bit,then asks, "Or would you rather stay and see what the others would like? I can merely take one fo the Trainees and go back to my office."

Bevlin slides his stick sword in his belt and turns and marches towards Coerel with a childish resolutely determined face...pout and all. Bevlin says "(Girls here...ick!! Well we'll just see about that!)"

Coerel smiles at Reamira, "Just a second more. I would like to see what Bevlin wants."

Lisendra smiles down at the little boy and can't hold back a slight giggle. (He reminds her of her little brother.)

Coerel looks dow at the boy, "What can I do for you?"

Bevlin stops just short of butting his way into the middle of Coerel and Raemira. He plants his feet firmly on the ground and crosses his arms on his chest.

Arathorn chuckles slightly as he watches.

Bevlin looks at Raemira and dismisses her....(Another girl sheez!) "Sir --he points emphatically around-- What are these girls doing here?! Only Warders are allowed to train here...--hesitates and shuffles his feet then before saying--....right?

Lisendra smiles giganticly, all sterness gone from her eyes.

Raemira lifts a brow faintly at Bevlin, something akin to amusement being stiffled on her face, though escaping through her eyes. She glances to Coerel, crossing her arms before her as she waits to hear what his answer will be, seemingly quite interested.

[Channeling] Raemira --> The glow and warmth that is Saidar can be seem filling Raemira as she embraces the source.

Bevlin glances around and noticing most attention is now on him he suddenly becomes VERY self concious. Shifting his feet, looking up down and all around. Finally he settles for staring only at Coerel a bit wide eyed with nervousness as he waits to be answered.

Coerel face takes on a serious look. He glances at Reamira briefly before looking down at the boy. "These women are not training. We let them be here though and watch if they want.", he explains patiently.

Bevlin goes really wide eyed then...."But, But, But....they're GIRLS!"

Lisendra realises a breath as if she was holding one and the smile gets even bigger showing off two deep dimples.

Atalanta 's discomfort seems to fade a little, as she hides a smile behind her hand.

Arathorn breaks his hand to his mouth and coughs, but mirth is shown on his face.

Raemira continues to watch with her barely hidden amusement, not allowing it to crack her calm, serene, ageless features, as Bevlin protests the presence of girls within the practice grounds. She merely shakes her head.

Through great self control, Coerel keeps from laughing. He continues his voice smooth, "Some need to watch, others just want to. The Aes Sedai like to see how their Warders compare to the others or how the Trainees are so that they may select a Warder."

Bevlin looks confused and tries to get his tongue around the words...."A's City? And what do you mean 'their' Warders?"

Anatole scrubs at his brow for a moment brekaing out of a careful observation of the practice weapons.

Bevlin says "(Where's A's City? And the Warders dont' belong to anyone, they just....um Ward don't they?)"

Renimar enters the Practice Yard from a small side door that leads to the Barracks.

Lisendra smile fades slightly at Renimar as he enters.

Coerel says "The Aes Sedai are the woman that the Warders guard." He gestures towards Reamira, "She is mine."

With a shake of her head, Raemira looks down, perhaps to hide the amusement that is barely escaping through her fine features. As she does so, whisps of hair can be seen falling into her face. She looks up, brushing away the hair from her face as she's motioned to, carefully putting her composure back into order.

Bevlin blinks at Raemira then worriedly looks back to Coerel and tugs on his sleeve to lean down so he can whisper to Coerel...

Renimar strides from the barracks, in loose clothing and his sword in hand. He raises a brow slightly at the collection of people in the practice yard today. Curious.

Coerel leans down towards the boy.

Anatole lifts a practice-sword from the rack he rolls it ove rin his hands then places it back.

Lisendra bites her lower lip slightly and shifts her feet. She looks as she did with the Amyrlin at first. Like she wants to be anywhere but here but is holding her ground.

Bevlin whispers a little too loud. "Warders guard /girls/?"

Lisendra crackes a soft grin at the boy, but is still biting her lip, lightly though.

Renimar eyes the assorted personages here in the yard today. Accepted and Aes Sedai were always around, in varying amounts, but rarely the Amyrlin herself, a young boy, Lisendra and more besides.

Coerel tries to stop from laughing and coughs loudly. He quickly regains his composure. "Yes, but very special ones."

Raemira smiles faintly, watching Bevlin, her eyes still holding her carefully composed amusement.

Bevlin frowns then at Raemira but talks to Coerel and says hesitantly, "Well.....I suppose as long as their special.....(maybe I really don't want to be a Warder, I mean who ever heard of guarding girls).....--he shoves a hand up towards Raemira-- I'm Bevlin, pleased to meet ya."

Atalanta is suddenly beset by a horrible coughing fit. She brings it under very quick control.

Bevlin flashes his charming smile as he introduces himself.

Renimar passes the rack with practice swords, selects on and goes off to one corner, doing some stretches for warm up.

Lisendra crackes a huge smile realising her lip and showing off her two deep dimples.

Raemira slowly uncurls her arms and takes Bevlin's hand, speaking quietly, "I am Raemira. Amyrlin Seat of the White Tower, Watcher of the Seals." She, of course, gives her full title, for those who perhaps did not know, seeing as how there are several people within the tower she does not know. She flashes the young child a warm smile, seemingly soft in all manners.

[Channeling] Raemira's whisp of air appears to lightly touch Bevlin's sides and carefully moves back and forth.

Lisendra smile doesn't drop but she throws a slight glance at Anatole.

Pemit to Bevlin - You feel a light touch of air at your sides, seemingly tickling you out of no where, then it leaves.

Anatole rubs his face for a moment as he turns to watch Renimar crossing his arms over his lower torso.

Bevlin opens his mouth to respond but instead of words a giggling yelp comes out as he jumps 'out of his britches' as something tickles his side. He glares over at Coerel suspiciously....

Atalanta hides another grin behind her hand.

Coerel smiles, "It wasn't me, I assure you."

Coerel turns to Raemira, "I believe that is enough for one day, don't you?"

Renimar, completing his stretches, begins to work through a warm up exercise of simple sword Forms, his face impassive as he concentrates on his movements, and their fluidity.

If an ageless Aes Sedai can look innocent and niaeve, Raemira is doing her best to do so, however she does keep her face carefully composed, her eyes the only thing to betray her amusement. She inclines her head to Coerel, speaking in her quiet, yet strong voice, "Verily. Will you accomany on my walk now Gaidin?"

[Channeling] Raemira's flows of air seem to dissipate and the glow of Saidar appears to leave her.

Anatole paces back over to Lisendra, his eyes shifting from Renimar to her. He smirks ever so faintly.

Coerel bows formally, "But of course, Aes Sedai." A flicker of a smile passes across his face.

Anatole mutters to Lisendra, "... you..."

Lisendra barely hold a huge laugh at bay with a hand. She is only guessing what happened but she still thinks whatever did was funny.

Bevlin turns back to the lady with the long name and smiles. "Well I"m glad to meet you Raemira, Sitting in the White Tower, Watching the Seals. Maybe you can come back and we can talk again. You're a real nice lady I think."

Lisendra mutters to Anatole, "... boy... reminds me... he..."

Anatole raises an eyebrow and cracks a smile at Bevlin

Raemira furrows her brow faintly, "One moment." She glances to Bevlin, lifting a brow, "I think I can arrange that. I live within the Tower." She gestures to the large white building Towering over head. She glances over to Atalanta, motioning her over with just a barely noticed glance.

Atalanta gulps and walks over to the Amyrlin.

Atalanta becomes fascinated with the ground at her feet.

Anatole mutters to Lisendra, "... ready... and... are love"

Lisendra mutters to Anatole, "... you did want... can go.... to do... you want.""

Anatole mutters to Lisendra, "... up..."

Raemira appears to wait until Atalanta is within whispering distance, her eyes looking over the girl before her. She lowers her voice as she speaks, She mutters to Atalanta, "... wish... you to... me... favor... that I... you..." She looks from the girl and glances about the area.

Atalanta senses "Raemira appears to wait until Atalanta is within whispering distance, her eyes looking over the girl before her. She lowers her voice as she speaks, "I wish for you to do me a favor in lieu of the extra chores that I would otherwise have give you for not doing as you are supposed to when Aes Sedai arrive." She looks from the girl and glances about the area."

Lisendra smiles hugely, She mutters to Anatole, "There were even... last... if... wish... leave so..."

Bevlin looks up with an open mouth at the full height of the towering structure, paying no attention to events around him he says to the sky. "Awful big place to live in by yourself....--looks back down-- But can I....--he stops as he finally notices Raemira and Atalanta and doesn't want to interrupt.....

Renimar's movements slowly become quicker, as he introduces more intricate Forms, attack and defense, to his routine. He steps are light, easy and quick. The bundles lathes whistle softly through the air as they whip about in feigned defence.

You sense Atalanta squeaks out, "Anything you wish, Mother."

Atalanta murmurs something quietly in response, though her eyes are still glued to the ground.

Coerel glances at Renimar idly, waiting for Raemira patiently.

Anatole mutters to Lisendra, "... elast... in..."

Atalanta senses "Raemira motions to Lisendra with her eyes, then looks back to you, "That girl has been warned against socializing within the Tower grounds, especially with the Trainees and Gaidin. If she is found being disruptive, please report it to the first Aes Sedai that you see. Her pennance is doing chores within the Tower if she does such and she knows full well.""

Anatole twists his mouth to one side in an odd smirk.

Atalanta whispers "I will do so, Mother. Thank you."

Lisendra can not help but glance at Renimar performing in the arena. She looks up at Anatole and seems to make a quick easy desicion but one she had to make, and smile up at Anatole and nods.

Raemira finishes speaking to Atalanta, then turns casting one last glance about the yard before she turns to leave.

Atalanta lets out a looong, if quiet, relieved breath.

Anatole cocks an eyebrow and looks over his shoulder at Renimar for a moment then back to Lis, the eyebrow still cocked. He motions for her to precede him.

Lisendra she smiles following but throws a small glance at Renimar before she does.

Anatole passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.

Lisendra passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.

You pass through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.

[Sceme change to the Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupants: Lisendra, Anatole, William, Raemira]

Lisendra drops a curtsy at the Amylin relising she left without doing so.

Atalanta enters the Courtyard through an opening in the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.

Raemira inclines her head at Lisendra, glancing over her shoulder to see of Coerel is following.

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

Anatole gives a quick nod to William as he falls back beside Lis. He glances over to the Amrylin and gives half-bow.

William nods back

Lisendra stands up straight and smiles up at Anatole.

Anatole mutters to Lisendra, "... go?..."

Lisendra mutters to Anatole, "Your... The... prefrence.""

Anatole mutters to Lisendra.

Coerel enters the Courtyard through an opening in the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.

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

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

William passes through the SouthHarbor Gate under the watcheful eyes of the Tower Guards.

Raemira pauses, seemingly changing her mind. She mutters something to Coerel then heads for the Tower stairs.

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

[Moving on to the Entrance Hall: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupants: Atalanta, Caraline, Taeryl, Rellayne, Raemira}

Atalanta curtsyes deeply and quickly this time.

Caraline turns to curtsey to the Amyrlin, smiling.

Rellayne starts to say, "Good evening, A.." She breaks off to drop a coureous curtsey. "Mother."

Raemira enters the White Tower, her ageless features rather thoughtful. She catches Atalanta's curtsey and allows her usually calm, serene features to smile. She inclines her head to Caraline, then turns her attention to Rellayne, "Good evening, Child." She address Rellayne. Her eyes take each one in quietly, asking, "I am certain that you are each done with your chores and studies?"

Taeryl slips to the edge of the hall, making his way to a window...seeming to have noticed not much at all occuring here.

Caraline nods quickly. "Yes, Mother."

Atalanta murmurs, "Yes Mother."

Rellayne nods, easily. 'I am, Mother."

Raemira nods absently, her attention taken from the three girls gathered here to take in the stranger passing through the hallway. Her eyes are veiled with mild curiousity and she excuses herself from the girls, raising up to her full height as she walks across the hall, her footsteps echoing slightly as she does so. She plants herself before Taeryl, speaking in an authortative voice,perhaps influenced by her position as Amyrlin, "Is there something that I can do for you...sir?"

Taeryl turns from the window, brushing a stray whisp of hair from his face, and smiles. He says quietly, "No..." He stops to look her over, not sure how to address this woman.

Taeryl sees the ring, and bows, "No Aes Sedai, I am merely wandering about until Kasia Sedai finds time to speak with me."

Raemira lifts a brow slightly, "Kasia Sedai...?"

Taeryl nods slowly, uncertain if he has done something wrong.

Taeryl unconciously keeping his head down, his eyes out of sight.

Taeryl pages: She may have seen his eyes when he turned to greet her.

Raemira inclines her head a bit, as if storing that information for further use. She then offers a pleasant smile, allowing it to crack her usual expressionless features, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Raemira, Amyrlin Seat, Watcher of the Seals. I had not known that the Mistress of Novices had business with those that are not within the Accepted or Novice ranks." She appears to have noticed something, her curiousity peeked even more as she speaks, "Have you come as a friend to her, or to petition the Tower?"

Taeryl is visibly shocked upon finding out the station of this woman, and he lifts his head to look her in the eyes, "I have come for information..." her eyes

Raemira inclines her head slightly, her curiousity peeked a bit more, though quite hidden behind her carefully schooled mask. She gently raises a hand to push back a fallen tendril of curly auburn hair, taking in all of Taeryl's features to store them at the back of her mind. "I see..." She pauses a moment, then looks about the room, "Well then... I will not bother you if you wish to wait." She turns her attention back to Taeryl, "Or you could speak with me, I do have some free time, though, I am uncertain if I can help since I do not know the what information you require."

Atalanta whispers something to Rellayne.

Rellayne cups a hand to murmur a response with a light nod.

Irinya pads into the Entrance Hall, ermerging from the circular ramp up.

Atalanta directs a curtsey at the Amyrlin's back this time, and at the newly entered Aes Sedai, then heads out..

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

Rellayne watches Atalanta leave, dipping into a curtsey as Irinya enters.

Raemira is standing near the window, speaking with Taeryl, an air of question about the two as she does so.

Taeryl smirks, "I think it is quite obvious as to the nature of my, ah, situation.

Either Raemira is polite enough not to address it or she does not truly know what the situation is, "Perhaps to some, however I am uncertain as to what your 'situation' is. I am not a mind reader as some would believe that Aes Sedai are:"

Irinya walks down the ramp and out into the entrance hall, her ageless face free from any expressions what so ever. She curtsies to Raemira as she passes her, inclining her head as well. When passing Rellayne she apparently notices something and smiles very slightly, but in an unusual way for being her. Her voice has the small hint of amusement in it as she addresses the Accepted. "Excactly, child. Just like that. "

Rellayne's lips twitch in measured amusement at the soft accolade and she smoothes her skirts.

Taeryl seems rather surprised that she does not know, and blinks a few times. He says, with a hint of pain in his voice, "my mind is not my own..." This very quietly.

Raemira lifts a brow faintly, then simply nods, "Then I pose my question once again. Do you wish to speak with me now, or Kasia Sedai later. It is your choice, in the end."

Taeryl looks Raemira over, and nods, "I will speak with any that would listen."

Irinya passes Rellayne.. Then suddenly seems to think of something, and stops, turning around. "Rellayne, child, are you on your way to a chore? There is something I could need a hand with. "

Raemira nods slightly, murmuring softly to Taeryl, "Then if you wish to join me in my offices I will gladly listen."

Taeryl nods, "I do.."

Rellayne startles slightly. "A chore? I'd just completed mine for the day, so I'm available if you need my assistance, Aes Sedai." Fingers spread slightly against the pale of her skirts.

Raemira inclines her head to Taeryl, a soft smile forming on her otherwise expressionless features once more. "If you will follow me then..." She turns toward the ramp, though pauses to see if Taeryl will indeed follow.

Irinya turns in direction of the common wing, her rich cascades of black hair tossing across her back. She speaks calmly "Good. We don't want you to be restless, do we?"

Taeryl turns his head once to glance out the window, he sighs, then follows the Amyrlin.

You start winding your way up the carpeted ramp and enter the Tower Office level.

[Cut to the Tower Office Wing: White Tower, Tar Valon}

Taeryl emerges from around a twist in the carpeted ramp, quietly padding up from the Entrance Hall.

Taeryl follows behind the Amyrlin, inspecting her openly as she walks in front of him.

Lillam walks down the ramp, in a distracted manner, only barely noticing the Amyrlin. She smiles a trifle and nods her head politely. "Good day, Mother" she murmurs softly.

Raemira inclines her head slightly to the fellow Aes Sedai, Taeryl following closely behind her. She turns as she continues, heading down the hall toward her offices.

You exit into the Amyrlin's Offices.

[Moving on again to the Amyrlin's Office: White Tower, Tar Valon}

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

Raemira pauses as she enters the door, giving enough time for you to fully enter so that she may close the door behind her. She then turns to look you over once more then pleasantly motions to a chair, "Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable." Her voice is quiet and pleasant as she speaks, wandering over to her desk and standing behind it to wait and see if you take the pro-offered seat.

Taeryl glances about the room. A few seconds after you ask he breaks out of his trance, and sits in the chair.

Raemira inclines her head slightly, her pleasant smile remaining on her face, "I would like to know your name so that I know how to address you."

Taeryl says "oh...Forgive my manners, it has been hectic lately. I was named Taeryl."

Something of curiousity lights within her eyes, "Was....?" She asks softly, taking in your features still, as if studying some new sort of puzzle. She shakes her head after a few moments, dismissing her question, "Tell me... when did you come upon such strangely colored eyes....?" She starts to get down to the base of the 'problem' as it is.

Taeryl ignores the question, he's had quite a few questions lately and is tired, "Please Aes Sedai...I know what I am, and I believe you do also..."

Taeryl catches hold of himself, and blurts out, "forgive me...I am weary"

Raemira lifts a brow slightly, "If I am to give you information, you must expect questions in return. Truly, I have never met your kind before, only read about them. I still wish for my question to be answered."

Taeryl nods, "of course...It began the beginning of winter."

Raemira nods faintly, "Have you noticed any strange dreams... since then... involving wolves?"

Taeryl's eyes narrow, and he almost growls, "Yes, but not only in my dreams are they present...always, those voices..."

Raemira inclines her head silently, her eyes taking on a serene calm expression despite the growl eminating from you. She sits down finally, crossing her arms before her on her desk, seemingly thoughtful, "I see..." She purses her lips slightly, narrowing her eyes just a bit in thought as if pulling at something from the back of her mind, "You are what very few call a brother of the wolf... or Wolfbrother as some amongst the Tower might name it."

You say "Other than this, I need you to tell me what you specifically are seeking to know,for I do not carry full knowledge of those that walk with wolves."

Taeryl says "I merely wish to know why this happened to /me/..."

The Amyrlin lets out a soft sigh, her eyes taking in Taeryl as she looks him over, something of compassion there, "There are oft times that I would think that when I had learned that I could channel. Twas an ability that more than frightened me even though I had oft laid in bed dreaming that I was an Aes Sedai within the Tower. Somethings things happen. The Creator has greater plans for everyone, and perhaps the pattern found that it was it's will that you be gifted with this particular Talent."

Taeryl leans forward in his chair, looking upon you with new eyes....oO She's a person too...Oo.

Taeryl nods, "Yes, that is the answer Kasia Sedai gave me. I was just wondering if she was trying to be...gentle.."

The Amyrlin shakes her head speaking softly, "I do not believe she was. As other people have various gifts and talents outside of the Tower, we too have our own, though not everyone has the same thing. Often times people resent the fact that one can heal, while another can create illusions or wards. It's as the saying goes, the wheel weaves as the wheel wills, however there is a danger, with your particular Talent, as there is with any, or so I have read."

Taeryl smiles a cynical smile, "I know that all too well. I now that I am what I am. I accept my brothers, if only because I have no choice."

Taeryl says "I am no longer Taeryl, Taeryl was another person...now it is merely a name."

Raemira inclines her head slightly, watching you with thoughtful eyes, her expression growing rather serious for a moment, "I would watch those Aes Sedai with which whom you speak to. There are those that are dedicated to the study of those with Talents outside of those that which we have. They might try to.... study... you and be every more bothersome than my few questions. We have not had many dealings with brothers of the wolf before." She pauses again, turning her gaze to one of the bookshelves.

Taeryl ponders this for a second, surprised that she speaks so, and nods, "I will not be here much longer."

Raemira turns her attention back to Taeryl, offering her pleasant smile again, her eyes mirroring her smile, "I merely wished to inform you. I think perhaps the Red Ajah is too into their cause of finding men that channel that anyone with a special ability or skill comes into their scrutiny. Please stay in the Tower or Tar Valon as long as you wish."

Taeryl's face almost melts, it's been tough for him here, "I thank you for your kindness, and your time."

Raemira nods slightly, speaking, "If you wish, you may come to speak with me whenever you have need. Sometimes, having someone listening is a good thing. Merely state your name and someone will come find me."

Taeryl stands, and says with fitting youthful zealousness and melodrama, and says as he bows deeply, "If ever you require anything from me Aes Sedai, you must merely ask. I will not forget your kindness." Taeryl bows deeply. He meant it.

Raemira inclines her head slightly, smiling faintly, "I thank you and will keep that in mind if I an in need of your unique abilities, while you are in Tar Valon still."

Taeryl bows again, and walks out the door, much more alive then when he entered.

Taeryl exits the Amyrlin's Suite.

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.

Raemira looks up from her desk, taking in the person entering. Upon seeing Tamarind she smiles faintly.

Tamarind slips herself in through the door before closing it quietly behind her slender self and then advancing purposefully across the floor, yet not without an attitude of respect in the way she holds herself. She inclines her head and offers the slight curve of a smile in turn. "I hope the Light shines upon you this day, Mother. I know," she speaks quietly, yet with hardly a pause, "that you are quite busy.. but I have an issue I would discuss with you when you are free."

Raemira lifts a brow slightly, tilting her head a bit as she watches Tamarind with thoughtful eyes, "I am free now, if you wish to discuss something."

Tamarind's smile grows just a little bit, though there is a shading of concern in the very backs of her darkening eyes, and she takes a breath before speaking in that steady lilt that is her voice. "I have been approached by an Accepted recently in regards to sponsoring her into the Blue Ajah when and if she is ever raised to the shawl. She had several ideas in regard to her project, and I was unable to approve or aid her in them before speaking to you." Her gaze rests upon your face. "It would involve the young woman leaving the Tower and entering no small amount of danger." Raemira lifts a brow slightly, "What this project?"

Tamarind does not look away, and her face remains quiet serenly outwardly.. though that bit of shadow yet lurks somewhere in her gaze. "She wishes permission to leave the Tower with a group of trainees and a Warder in order to infiltrate the power structure of the Whitecloaks. By doing this, she hopes to gain knowledge of whatever ties they have within Tar Valon, and.." only a slight hitch, "the Tower itself. I believe Kasia Sedai proposed this to her as a suggestion because of her background. Her father was a prominent member of the Children of Light." The last word might, might be slightly bitten off.

Raemira frowns slightly at this, her face directly showing her disapproval, "I will not willingly send in a mere Accepted into am encampment of the Children of Light for a project. That has nothing to do with their channeling abilities, as per the guidelines. What was the reasoning for the suggestion?"