This log shows a scene where three Aes Sedai decides to 'deal' with the trainee Renimar for taking himself certain liberties with the White Tower's female students. A brief explaination of the cast:

Renimar: A young Warder trainee, noble and likely too well spoken for his own good.
Irinya: An Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah, a beautiful Domani woman dressed in silk.
Semarra: An Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah, just as beautiful Domani, dressed in silk as well.
Tamarind: An Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah, with a coldly pleasant demanour.
Isgrimathur:Tamarind's Warder. A very heavily built Shienarian.



Renimar sits on the grass and pulls out some sort of book from under his cloak. Undoing his sword, he lays it carefully nearby, opens the books across his lap and begins reading it.

Irinya moves her dark, unblinking gaze over to Tamarind for a moment, emitting a small smile in return to hers She says very calmly, "I saw.. an certain Accepted heading from this direction in such a hurry? I don't see any reason that it might have any involvment here recently?"

Semarra smiles, ever so sweetly, motioning to the figure of Renimar down below, "I believe it might have something to do with that trainee down there. the one that is gathering his belongings." the she adds with a definitely evil lint, "I supose he already got what he came for and is now retiring."

Unerringly, the emerald clarity of her eyes fixing themselves upon Renimar as he is discussed. "I have come to see quite a bit of that one in the last few days." Her tone is very droll, and she does not sound pleased, though she is nothing but polite and reserved.

Irinya nods slowly to Semarra, very likely making notes in her mind about keeping a sharp eye on that Accepted. "I see., Semarra.. "She of course knows that Semarra let the novice away with it.. Purses her lips in a very pleasant manner, hardly aware of so as she speaks to Tamarind, studying renimar. "Ah... Some people tend to be seen more often than not.. But then they will get attention they didn't wish for, yes?"

Semarra looks highly amused at the situation, "She was foolish to do so out in the open...or at least right before us." Her attention comes back, "Oh him, yes, I supose he will now."

Tamarind's regal form doesn't move at all, only the bloused sleeves of her elegantly embroidered tunic moving gently in the breeze. She spares a sidewards glance for Irinya and then casts her focus once more on the trainee down below. "He has received quite a bit of my attention, Sister.. yet he seems not to heed my words. For every single time I come upon him he is leading one of the Tower's students into places and activities wherein they shouldn't go.

Renimar sits quietly off at the far end of the practice yard, reading away, oblivious to the half-truths Tamarind is telling her Sisters. ;)

Irinya seems to lose herself in thoughts, yet her eyes remains sharp ash she looks at Renimar, hearing Tamarind's words. "He is, is he? " A small, and to most people a rather unpleasant smile appears on her full lips.. Her voice is low, almost purring. "I see reasons to... make sure that will be taken care of, one way or another.. We cannot have our students being interrupted in studies, can we?"

Semarra inclines her head towards Irinya in silent agreement.

In direct opposition to the rich depth of Irinya's tone, Tamarind's responding voice is so light that its sweetness might make the skin of those who know her better crawl. "He seems to feel that Accepteds should have time for themselves that is inviolable by the requests of Aes Sedair. And he has a penchant for drawing the more comely young women he comes across.. like that girl who just ran 'giggling'," Another twisting, slight, upon that word, "from the yard. I have discussed this with him.. but he does not wish to understand. Perhaps," her lips purse, 'It is time for further instruction of the Tower's ways."

Irinya nods very slowly to Tamarind. "I agree completely, sister... " She studies reminar.. Like some kind of puzzle.. carefully. She speaks gently to Tamarind. "What about right now?"

Tamarind's smile is oh so soft as she tips her head to the right and directs it toward Irinya. "I have nowhere that I need to be, Sister."

A light breeze blows through the yard and Renimar finally decides to relace his shirt that he left open from being heated after practicing his forms.

Semarra smiles a lazy sort of smile, the look in her eyes that of a preditor, "And, which lesson shall we teach him?"

Tamarind shrugs delicately, as if unconcerned. "Perhaps we should let Irinya decide.. she has such specialized skills when it comes to men."

Irinya arranges her shawl in a smooth gesture, starting to walk slowly towards Renimar. She says quietly, to make sure only Tamarind and Semarra overhears. "Let us use common sense, shall we.. and see to his... -needs- ?"

With a last enigmatica look to Semarra, Tamarind sets out gracefully after Irinya, the rapier jingling just faintly now and again at her side, surrounding her steps with a soft music as she crosses the grass. "Of course, Irinya.. our concern should be for him, and how he can do his very best to fit in here."

The look in her green almond shaped eyes becomes more like that of a preditor as she hears the others words. She follows to one side of Irinya who leads the trio.

[Channeling] Semarra embraces the one power, the soft glow surrounding her velupous form.

Irinya leads the 'trio' over to Renimar.. When appearing in front of him, her expression is very different.. She is smiling, and very pleasantly at that, her hands placed on her full hips. her dark eyes are.. surprisingly beautiful.. Her voice is smooth and soft, like a velvety caress.. "Young Noble... may I have a word with you? " There is only a -little- sarcasm in her voice.

[Channeling] Semarra says, "begins to weave the thinest strands of fire, pure fire."

Semarra pages Tamarind and Irinya: @pemit Renimar=You feel a slight warmth in your groin, a soft tingling sensation...not unpleasant.

Renimar lifts his chin to see the three women standing before him. The distracted look he had on his face falls like a mask and is replaced by one of calm. Three Aes Sedai, and /that/ one, amoung them. Inclining his head he shuts the book, not with any particular haste, but just... casually. He rises gracesfully to his feet and stands to face them. He puts his hands behind his back and assumes an 'at ease' military pose. Correct, but as the pose suggests, at ease.

Renimar clears his throat slightly. "May I be of service, Aes Sedai?" He addresses the one who addressed him.

Semarra remains silent, her smile curling the corner of her full lips as she watches. her eyes intent on the trainee before her.

Tamarind fairly glides, so elegant is her carriage as she moves to the right side of the Red Sister who has taken the central spot of their little group. There is nothing but the chill cold beauty of a marble bust about her face, and remains seemingly aloof, saying not a single word.. yet watching everything, drinking it in with the emeralds that are her eyes.

Irinya keeps the pleasant smile on her face.. She speaks softly.. And why the way she keeps herself at the moment makes you wonder why on earth she choosed Red? "Trainee.. I can see, that the women here.. especially the students, find a special... affection for you on occasion? " She lets her eyes glide over his form for a moment.. Still, the smile doesn't reach her eyes completely.. "What is it they like? "

[Channeling] Semarra continues to send out thin flows of fire, the weave becoming only slightly more complex from its simple beginings.

Semarra pages Tamarind and Irinya: @pemit renimar=The tingling warmth becomes subtly stronger, infusing your entire groin now..still not completely unpleasant. Rock is your Gaidin?

Renimar steals a glace at the other two Aes Sedai before returning his look to the one addressing him. "Aes Sedai?" he replies in a questioning voice. "I am afraid I do not understand the question." Intonation properly respectful, but still not hint of coersion or obsequience.

Tamarind simply stands, as at home upon the field of grass as she would be in the halls of the noblest court in all the lands. Unaffected perhaps is she by the things that are going on about her, for the air of distance she normally keeps magnifies itself to wrap her up. Only the occasional flicker of a verdant eyes indicates at all that she listens.. though a subtle tension shows that she misses not the batting of a single lash.

Semarra tilts her head slightly to the side, only one hand upon her slim right hip. Her eyes travel up and down his form, lingering here, lingering there...letting Irinya do all the talking.

Irinya emits a soft chuckle, like the sound of tiny silver bells. "Oh, yes you do, trainee.. " She studies her face... More like studying an object than a man. "Is it your face? Yes.. It is smooth... Some would even consider you pretty... some. But you are aware of that.. Others than the students might find something.. " She turns to Semarra, as if trying to find a word.. then back to Renimar.. " desirable in you? "

[Channeling] Semarra weaves become still more complex, now adding a thin flow of earth into the web.

Semarra pages Tamarind and Irinya: @pemit renimar=The tingling sensation in your groin now becomes an itch, overlookable in its hint of intensity.

Renimar's face remains impassive as he addresse the Aes Sedai, his discipline and termenity blocking off anything they might be trying with the Power in his groin. "I have been asked to sketch some portraits by a few of the residents here at the Tower, Aes Sedai, if that's what you're asking." Tone again, correct, but there's... something undefinatable, intangible the indicates that he is not cowed.

Tamarind, for one, doesn't seem to be affected by these 'desires', far above such meaningless things of fairness of form, she observes the goings on from behind a mask of exquisitely carved ice, her fingers at rest comfortably on the hilt of the blade at her left side.

Semarra doesn't speak, though her eyebrows raise slightly, perhaps interested in the atested to..payment.

Irinya's smile suddenly becomes razorsharp, as well as her calm voice.. But it does not raise the slightest. "That is no answer to my question, trainee.. " She changes to her.. sultry expression again.. Semarra might be impressed.. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling once, in a very pleasant manner through the clinging silk.. "Or your chest? I have heard some women find a great interest in a man's chest.. "

Renimar repeats his answer, since, yes, he /did/ answer her question of what they had asked him for, what they had sought him for. "Aes Sedai, you asked what they had come to me for, and I have said, they asked me sketch a portrait of them, or of the Tower."

Irinya nods, as if understanding Renimar.. She looks between Semarra and Tamarind.. Perhaps they have something to say about it? herself she merely looks at him, not answering him at all.. Her smile fades slowly.. She starts to look more a Red again..

Semarra mutters to herself, "Interesting payment plan."

Renimar stands stoically, having done nothing (this time) to merit the attention of the Aes Sedai; three, no less. Only a faint ripple along his jawline reveals that some unscrupulous Aes Sedai is perhaps directing something where she oughtn't.

Tamarind finally does speak, and her voice is as dispassionately chilly as a wintry streamlet, "I believe, trainee, Irinya Sedai asked you what it was these women liked about you. Perhaps you want us to believe it is your artistic skills." She turns her gaze to the Red Sister. "He seems to spend quite a bit of time honing them while he is here, he must be quite good."

Irinya nods slowly to Tamarind, her voice very... business like.. Like discussing the prize of a ware or something "Yes, quite a bit of time indeed, Sister... Perhaps he enjoys painting from.. very close distance?"

Renimar shifts his gaze to Tamarind. He stores the name 'Irinya' in his mind. "Tamarind Sedai, I have given the truth. They came for my artistic skills. I can hardly be expected to know their minds, or if they had ulterior motives?" Reasonable. Respectful. And just the edge of sarcasm that makes it like someone scratching their nails on a board.

[Channeling] Semarra adds a bit more earth to her weave now, the complexity hard to follow by those that don't deal with those rehlms.

Semarra pages Tamarind and Irinya: @pemit renimar=The itch is nearing the unbearible stage, it calls out for release.

Tamarind doesn't shrug, though perhaps something about her seems as if she would, and almost carelessly she replies in that even tone of nothing to Irinya. "I would think his hand at the drawing would be much better than that at his blade.. but then again that is the Master Gaidin's care. Perhaps I will speak to him and make certain the young man is doing well." Now, she finally looks at Renimar, her ageless face as blank and lovely as her voice. "He was indeed rather close to an Accepted when I addressed them in the garden the other day. And he 'questioned' my interest in the girl."

Irinya is not even looking at Renimar as he answers... She nods seemingly seriously to Tamarind. "He did? I did not think it was his position to... question the Sisters? But I will ask the Master Gaidin about it next time I see him, just to make sure. "

Renimar speaks nothing and turns his will inwards to ignore the tingling in his groin that one of them is obviously doing.

Semarra crosses her arms under her shest, accentuating the endowments barely covered by the grey silk as she watches Renimar.

Tamarind nods, again with such reserve and poise about her person you would think she discussed someone or something that wasn't there. "Indeed.. do you know, he questioned me when I offered to help this particular Accepted find a constructive way to fill her time. Mentioned something about her having traded off her duties and being there on her own private time."

Irinya turns to Renimar, an eyebrow raised slightly, hinting at something it seems. She says in her velvety voice, dark eyes studying him. "Becoming speechless of a sudden? I thought a young noble always had quick answers. " To Tamarind she says. "Perhaps both he and the Accepted have too much time for.. nonsense? I am sure a few extra chores for the Accepted will help that up rather nicely."

Renimar answers with utter calm. "I did not answer, Irinya Sedai, because you had not questioned me." He has a penchant for address Aes Sedai directly, once he knows their name. Tamarind may have noticed this.

Irinya is looking at Semarra now. "Have you noticed the quickness of his words? It is intriguing. "

Tamarind dismisses Renimar from her rather prodigious attention and lifts a slenderly made hand to smooth down a silken sleeve over her arm. "I made certain, Irinya, that the girl had enough to fill her days. But apparently this young trainee, who shows only lip service to the properly respectful ways of dealing with people here in the White Tower, has found some more free time apart from his studies to draw others into trouble's path." Her eyes flicker briefly to the other women's faces.

Semarra nods slightly, her voice a purr, "I have noticed a few Accepted and novices that might be anle to further illuminate other talents his mouth might have...other then giving quick answers."

Kyra comes through the Courtyard entrance of the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.
Kyra has arrived.

Tamarind stands to the right of Irinya, who faces Renimar upon the practice field.. Semarra at her other side.

Kyra wanders into the yard looking around curiously. She stops short upon seeing others on the field.

Renimar's hand does /not/ move from at his back. Likely from sheer force of will and stubborness. Again, he is not address, so does not reply to anything they say, though his eyes have gone a steely grey.

Kyra arches an eyebrow at the curious scene before her. Tilting her head slightly, she leans a bit on her staff to watch, since no one seemed to be particularly observant of her presence yet.

Irinya has her attention on Tamarind.. Or so it seems.. But occasionally she turns to look at Renimar. "The question of course lies.. What to do about it?"

Semarra takes the occasion to continue her study of Renimar, with those disconcerting eyes of hers.

Tamarind permits her lips to purse, almost a scripted reaction, and seeming odd across the bleak beauty of ageless face. "I myself would speak with the Master Gaidin.. however, you both are more used to dealing with men, perhaps you know some interesting methods that would be useful here."

Kyra smirks slightly. One man surrounded by three women in the White Tower. That does not usually bode well for the man. She keeps silent however, trying to remain unobtrusive.

Renimar meets each gaze directed at him with a calm one back. If he is frightened at all by the threats from Tamarind Sedai, whose bluff he called last time, he certainly doesn't show it.

Irinya turns to Semarra and smiles oddly.. "But we have to make sure the students are away from his attention... Perhaps he can show is passions.. For us instead? "

Kyra remains close to the bushes, pretending to examine the foliage at some length.

Renimar swallows and the ripple on his jaw shows again as he fights off their insidious use of the One Power.

Semarra comments with that velvety voice she's prefected, "Yes, he wants to badly to be a Gaidin....it should then be to the full sisters that he lavishes his ...attention on. Or learn that there are other forms of payment then kisses." And here her voice goes more firm, "What good will he be as a Gaidin if his mind is always on...other portions of his anatomy other then his sword arm?"

Isgrimathur has connected.

[Channeling] Tamarind reaches out and reaches for saidar, perhaps in idle response, or preparation, or perhaps for some other purpose.. needless to say, she is surrounded in a warm glow.

Tamarind stands idly to one side or Irinya, with Semarra on the other and Renimar at a sort of attention before.

Renimar is quietly waiting, which some of the other trainees watch from the barracks, silently smirking at Renimar's misfortune. (a la Kyra)

Kyra lurks unobtrusively near the hedge, apparently curious at the proceedings.

Irinya turns to Renimar again and says smoothly, her voice... low in a way. "What would you say about that, trainee? You are very good at getting attention... The kind of attention you were not wishing for?"

Tamarind takes a gentle breath, lifting her face to a cooling evening breeze and remaining apparently oblivious to the trainee who stands so near. She speaks not yet, still having nothing to add to Irinya's treatment of the young man.

Renimar replies evenly, again. "I do not differentiate between wanted and unwanted attention, Irinya Sedai. If I seem to attract it, perhaps it is not so much me, but those who give the attention." A level gaze of grey eyes meets the Red's stare.

Semarra chuckles, softly, richly, "Poor Tranee, perhaps he has not the will power to resist...."

Kyra decides to stroll back out the way she came, giving a final glance towards the hapless man, even daring to give a brazen wink should he be able to see it before she leaves.

Irinya's stare peers into Renimar's eyes, the very intimidating gaze she is so known for.. Her large dark eyes give no hint of her age, not anything. Just two black pools, pulling the man in, for a close inspection... "It is always the attracter, boy.. You wouldn't think I sought attention from a simple boy would you? " There is nothing containing any hints that he would be noble at all.. It's more like a mother lecturing her children..

Kyra passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.
Kyra has left.

Jorris comes through the Courtyard entrance of the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.
Jorris has arrived.

Jorris -M- Tall, and of Two Rivers stock, he cuts a slender and well-muscled figure. Today he wears white shirt, green vest, and baggy brown breeches. All receive a warm and easy smile from the ever-present grin on his face.
Irinya -F- tall, beautifully slender darkhaired Domani Woman, with an ageless face and dark intimidating eyes. She is dressed in clinging red silk, with a red fringed shawl upon her shoulders.
Renimar -M- Andoran nobleman, short auburn hair and curious colour-changing eyes. +view renimar/clothing to see his current mode of dress
Semarra -F- A velupous woman of average height, her hips swaying as she moves in a temptous fasion. Almond shaped emerald eyes set off by her smooth bronze skin. Cascades of raven locks framing her face before falling to her waist.
Tamarind -F- Tall, fair, and lithe, this woman's emerald eyes hold hidden knowledge around an ageless face framed by a fall of fiery golden hair.
Isgrimathur -M-

Renimar is one of those rare ones not in the least intimidated by a mere stare. Aes Sedai or no. "And yet if a Whitecloak attacks you, Irinya Sedai, by your reasoning, it is the attacked, who is to blame, having drawn the attack." These poor, pitiful Aes Sedai. Don't they know he's not /only/ studying the sword, but also from their library? And educated?

Jorris slips into the practice yard.. with no particular purpose in mind other than to see what's going on. A bit surprised at the crowd that seems to have congregated, he stays back.. unsure and unknowing.

Semarra pages Tamarind and Irinya: @pemit renimar=Your groin is now infused with a burning, searing itch that your hands long to claw at.

Irinya chuckles soflty at Renimar's reply. "That depends so much of the situation.. If I burned the rest of his legion first, yes. It would be my fault indeed! " Her voice becomes calm again, but is still dangerously sharp. "Perhaps I am wasting time with listening to your nonsense. " It is apparent that Renimar is not going to get out of this... unmarked.

Jorris casually makes his way over to the group, though staying well out of reach. His eyes intently curious, they flicker from Renimar to the other Aes Sedai, quickly noticing the shawl color of the one berating him.. resulting in a quick smile that just as quickly fades away. Staying back, slightly behind a bush, he listens..

Renimar, in a bold, yet still deceptively respectful voice, replies, "I disagree, Irinya Sedai." Obviously to her 'it depends on the situation'.

Semarra's eyes are green fire, although her face is passive.

Isgrimathur steps out of the barracks, closing the door behind himself quietly. He runs his eyes lazily over the yard and they sharpen as he catches sight of the three Aes Sedai surrounding the trainee. The morning light flashes off of his armor as he sets off across the yard, heading towards the gathering, storms gathering in his eyes and the harsh cast of his features turning grim and hard.

[Channeling] Semarra begins to gather in more of the one power, filling herself with it in her anger.

Jorris watches with amazement, and the tightening about his eyes and the slight clenching of his hand reveals his own opinion to the Aes Sedai's speech. Quickly making sure he is out of the way, he continues watching studiously.. though it seems as if his views have shifted to defense of the trainee.

[Channeling] Semarra sends out a whiplike flow of air towards the back of the insolent man's thighs.

Irinya's voice suddenly cracks like a whip "Then I'd suggest you keep your philosophy for your self. It is not the task of a man like you to think at all. Yours is to keep away from the Tower's students, and train with your swords. Otherwise I will make sure you will have a few very extra hard years here, is that understood? You are not noble here, boy. You are a trainee. I feel a strong urge to grab you by the ear to the Master Gaiding myself. He does not approve of your lustful kissing on the yard. Is that understood? " Her dark eyes are.. -dangerously- sharp.. Almost angry.. You get a feeling that chosing the wrong words might get poor Renimar into some very deep trouble

Jorris watches with amazement, and the tightening about his eyes and the slight clenching of his hand reveals his own opinion to the Aes Sedai's speech. Quickly making sure he is out of the way, he continues watching studiously.. though it seems as if his views have shifted to defense of the trainee.

Renimar replies quietly, and steps right into the danger, unhesitatingly, despite their attempts at opressing him into submission like a willing little Aes Sedai lapdog. "You are mistaken, Irinya Sedai. I am not only here to train with the Gaidin. I petitioned the Tower to learn here in your library as well, and was accepted to do just that. If I am to be denied my studies, then I believe that serves as a breach of trust with the Tower. If you feel I have shirked my duties and bring me before Coerel Gaidin, then I will go." He makes his case succinctly and with irreproachable truth.

Renimar's knees buckle slightly and he straightens them again as a soft grunt escapes his lips against his will.

Irinya says sharply "Yes. to -study- Not to steal time from the Accepted of the White Tower. If I -ever- hear of that happening again, trying to lure them into your boyish traps. You are insolent worse than any drunkard outside a tavern. You will have a very difficult time indeed! Perhaps I should suggest for the Warders to give you extra training in disipline. No, not perhaps. I will make sure it is dealt with immediately. " She looks at Tamarind and Semarra, her voice much calmer. "Unless you have anything, it is for the best to send him off?"

Irinya does not sound very pleased at the moment.

Isgrimathur comes within range of hearing the spoken words of the group and his brows furrow heavily at the words spoken by the trainee. Eyes going flat and dull colored, his grim expression becomes a scowl of anger. He halts at the edge of the gathering of Aes Sedai and the lone trainee, his shoulders stiff as he fights with the pent up anger building up inside of him, and with a flash of his eyes he suddenly looses his tension. With a cool voice, low and with a steel edge he speaks, "May I be of some assistance here, Aes Sedai? I could not help but catch the tail end of some of the things said here and am quite disturbed by the content of them." His heavy gaze on the trainee, he takes but a moment to turn his eyes towards Tamarind to give her a knowing look, before returning h is attention back to the trainee.

Tamarind remains so distant from what goes on, she watches almost as if she is viewing a scene played out upon a stage. Her lovely lips press slightly tighter together as the only sign about her person of her disapproval with this man and his behaviour. Her cool gemstone gaze slips from his face in outright dismissal of all he is and all he represents. "Send him away Sister.. and I will make a point to visit Gaidin Coerel about his manner."

Irinya inclines her head calmly to Tamarind and Isgrimathur. She seems to agree with Isgrimathur, and the look she gives him seems to approve him to do what ever he wishes with the trainee at the moment.. After Tamarind's consent of course.

[Channeling] Semarra lets go of the One Power with a small sigh of regret.

Semarra gives a little sigh, and then shrugs, giving a flip of her long hair twist over her shoulder, "Do with him as you will...I am only glad that some of the other tranees don't suffer from his same delusions of granduer.

Tamarind turns smoothly, poise from many long dints in the courts of her homeland showing through in the elegant cast of her face and the regal perfection of bland expression. "Perhaps, my Gaidin," only a slight emphasis on just who this man is to her, "This boy seems to think his place as trainee fairly equal unto our own. He questions us with the free spirit of one who has no desire to ever remain within this place.. he speaks as the Tower breaching a trust with him, when it is he who should be honoured to merely be here. I wonder," Perfectly curved is her slender gilt brow. "What would those of your order do to discipline him into the proper frame of mind?" She speaks softly, nothing but evenness in her tone.

Isgrimathur clears his throat and turns his eyes toward Tamarind, his expression remaining unchanged as he asks in an even tone, "If it would please you, Aes Sedai. I will deal with this situation myself." His hand gestures towards Renimar as he continues speaking, "This one has a measure of talent, talent that needs to be schooled. I would ask that you allow me a week to teach him what it means to be in the Tower. If Gaidin Coerel's attention is brought to this, talent might be lost that is hard to come by."

Renimar's shakes oddly and suddenly from something, but does his best to straighten out right away.

Irinya arches an eyebrow in Renimar's shaking, making mental notes in her mind..

Tamarind listens calmly to the counsel of the man who is her bonded Warder, and apparently she gives it some personal weight, because she nods to him and turns to look upon each of her sister Aes Sedai in turn. "Shall we then allow Isgrimathur this time? I, for one, am certain of his handling of the situation. He is quite.. capable in many things."

Tamarind pages Isgrimathur, Semarra, and Irinya: Oh my.. he will have no time for sketching and kissing Novices. ;) He will protest he has a 'right' to his free time. ;)

Semarra gives the Blue a rather saucy look, that says 'I am sure he is.' "I will of course bend to your thoughts in this Tamarind, he is your Gaidin after all."

Renimar stands, his eyes hard, but his face schooled in impassivity as he listens to the sentence being debated amoung the three who have taken offence at his termenity.

Irinya let's her lips curve into a small smile at Tamarind and Grim's suggestions.. Oh yes.. she noticed Renimar's shaking.. She answers softly "I think it sounds like a very reasonable suggestion indeed. I have no doubts of the capabilites of your.. Gaidin. "

If Tamarind notices any unduly suggestive phrasing or stressing of any words in the replies of her sister Sedai, she makes no move that indicates it as she shifts her attention smoothly back to the Shienarin man at her side. "So be it then, Isgrimathur, he is given unto you for the time you have requested. Do what you must to adjust his thinking toward Tower life and the life of a Warder." She nods ever so slightly and turns the full weight of an unnerving gaze toward the trainee. "You will submit yourself without question to my Gaidin, do you understand? I need only hear a yes or a no from you, boy." No spite, no malice, no triumph.. nothing but deadness in her tone.

Isgrimathur nods his head sharply to the Aes Sedai and turns his eyes upon the trainee once more. He says not a word, remaining silent as he draws nearer to the young mand and simply indicates the barracks with a turning of his head.

Tamarind pages Isgrimathur, Semarra, and Irinya: There are always the time honoured and tradition bound methods of letting him scrub the Tower floors on hands and knees.. and scour the pots in the kitchen. Things he would never enjoy doing."

Irinya is emotionless. The perfect mask of agelessness. Yes. She seems to have no age at all, she looks different to Semarra and Tamarind..

Renimar shifts his looks Tamarind and absorbs her unnerving look with his eyes which burn steel that is still in his will. As a final act of defiance to her one-word reply, he answers in a clear voice. "I will obey."

[Channeling] Tamarind reaches out for saidar, and almost instantly the glow of channeling power forms a halo about her body for those who can see.

Renimar catches Isgrimathur's gesture and with a final address to the Aes Sedai, "With you leave, Aes Sedai?"

Tamarind turns and smiles most sweetly at Renimar. "Not quite yet."

Semarra gives Renimar a rather bored look over her shoulder, but pauses her words as Tamarind speaks.

Irinya's eyebrow raise at the apparently wrongly phrased answer from Renimar.. She studies him intently. Not saying a word. It is for Tamarind to deal with him now.

Renimar raises a brow fractionally. "Yes, Aes Sedai?"

[Channeling] Tamarind takes up a few bands of air, some thicker, some thinner, and weaves them just so to snare the trainee's form within her net.

Renimar _attempts_ to ask, 'Yes Aes Sedai?' but for some reason only tries. He finds that he cannot move or speak beyond a muffled 'Mrrhmmnggris?'

Tamarind turns round almost casually, with that same soft smile upon the lovliness of her face. A few pace bring her face to face with Renimar. "I suppose that since you came here to the Tower for instruction, and that you would consider us in breach if you did not get it.. that I shall now provide you with some." She tips her head to the right and studies him for a moment. "Now.. perhaps you count differently in your homeland, but here in Tar Valon.. one means one. Yes or no, means that you can answer yes or no. Are you with me so far?" Her light tone is that of a tutor instructing the youngest of pupils.. no unkind.

Renimar inclines his head. Once, since she insists, to indicate yes.

Irinya speaks in her velvety voice, to Tamarind, but looking at Renimar, her unblinking gaze fastened on him. "Yes. Perhaps her can learn after some time? Such a simple gesture, and he finally took it. Not bad at all.. "It sounds like someone praising her puppy for catching that stick for the first time..

Salia comes through the Courtyard entrance of the large wall surrounding the Practice Yard.
Salia has arrived.

Salia walks in calmly.

Semarra chuckles in a rich throaty tone, clearly amused at this turn of events.

Tamarind's smile could rival warmed honey spilt in the sun as she favors Renimar with it, thus the contrast of her green icy eyes boring into his is quite stark. "Good, I see my sister has observed you properly. You can be taught, perhaps you have some chance of remaining here if you can keep learning the 'right' things. Now," She assumes a casual stance, and lifts a finger to tap lightly at her lips. "I want to make certain that you understand what I just said. I will help you." She leans slightly forward with an intimate twist to the curving of her lips that speaks of dislike. "I will release you and you will answer my question with 'yes, Aes Sedai'.. not Tamarind Sedia.. Aes Sedai." She pauses thoughtfully and asks once more as she releases only the strictures that hold his head.. not his mouth. "Do you understand thus far?"

Gaelan enters the Practice Yard from a small side door that leads to the Barracks.
Gaelan has arrived.

Renimar once again, inclines his head to answer 'yes'. Barely inclines it, but the gesture is unmistakable.

Tamarind stands casually before Renimar, who seems perhaps just a bit stiff, Irinya and Semarra to one side, and Isgrimathur close by.

Gaelan walks into the yard quietly, seeing yet another assembly of Aes Sedai. Renimar's done it again, has he?

Coerel enters the Practice Yard from a small side door that leads to the Barracks.
Coerel has arrived.

Coerel looks about the yard. He nods politely to the numerous Aes Sedai here for some reason.

Semarra stands there looking rather amusedly at the rather..still standing Trainee. then her eyes spot Gaelan, and she smiles. A smile that is slow, almost luxerious in its fullness. Turning she sees the Gaidin Master, "Ah sisters..look who has joined us."

Tamarind smiles and releases the bonds that hold Renimar in his place. Her manner is so utterly polite and dispassionate that she could give classes in the subject. "Now, Trainee.. I ask again, are you willing to learn the things you need to remain here in Tower? Are you willing to submit yourself in every way?" She waits calmly his answer.

Gaelan watches this gathering, slowly approaching the group. Herein, we find the Master Gaidin, and half the elder sisters of the Aes Sedai, as well as a bonded Warder. Are times such as these really upon us, or does it only seem to be hostile here?

Coerel smiles faintly as he looks over the scene.

Tamarind turns, and as her emerald eyes alight upon Coerel, she finds yet another smile.. and this one manages to touch briefly at her eyes. "Ah.. Master Gaidin.. I think I have need of a word with you. I am.. concerned," her voice is like heated silk, "About this," she indicates Renimar with a graceful gesture of one hand, "Trainee's development here while he trains in the Tower."

Renimar, in a surprising move, returns a smile, even a pleasant one. One of pure audacity, though it doesn't touch his eyes. "Yes, Aes Sedai." he answers clearly, as required.

Tamarind doesn't acknowledge Renimar's words, as she is currently smiling quite pleasantly at the Master Gaidin, a frightening thing in itself.

Coerel smiles warmly at Tamarind, "Yes of course, Aes Sedai. Whatever your pleasure."

Irinya turns her gaze to Coerel as he arrives. She inclines her head slowly and slightly to him, yet very politely. Just as much as is considered polite. She doesn't smile. Merely expressionless, the ageless mask of serenity to the extent of perfection..

Renimar remains standing, his smile remaining as well, as he stands before three Aes Sedai.

Gaelan looks on at this exchange. Renimar is certainly stirring the post -- enough for them to use Weaves, it seems. Something is certainly wrong here.

Isgrimathur's attention remains locked upon the trainee, the muscles of his jaws working as he clenches and unclenches his teeth. Hard and heavy eyes glare upon the trainee, his arms coming up to cross over his chest and fingers tapping on one bicep as he awaits the opportunity to deal with the young man.

Semarra turns her eyes back to Gaelan as the Master Gaidin is noted by the others. by the look of it, which may very well be deceptive. Her almond shaped eyes graze over his body with their emerald fire.

Gaelan presents a nod to Semarra, more of a shallow bow, by the tilt of the head, but relative lack of movement of the body. A greeting, to be sure, but a most unusual one.

Tamarind casts a single glance back at Renimar from over her shoulder and snares his eyes with her own penetrating gaze. "Wait here for a moment." Enough said, she strides a pace or two across the grass until she is nearer to Coerel, and her manner is very, very pleasant as she speaks in a low, sweet lilt. "I have grown concerned about this particular trainee for many reasons. It seems that he has so much free time, which he feels is his right to have, that he is continually drawing those studying within the Tower into mischief. Now.. the Accepteds involved will be dealt with as we Aes Sedai always have." Purposefully enigmatic she remains, for it is a matter of those with the power what goes on in that place. "But this young man," gracious is the waving of her slender hand in Renimar's direction, "Falls under your jurisdiction for the most part. I have asked my Gaidin, Isgrimathur, to handle his training for the next week or so. Does this sit well with you?" It is not quite a question.

Semarra watches Gaelan carefully, any suprise at his..greeting, hidden from her face. though her eyes are penatrating.

Irinya's gaze follows Tamarind, and 'casually' studies the discussion between her and Coerel. But no longer than would be considered polite. As if the matter is already settled, she turns to Semarra, and by the tone of her voice, she could be discussing the weather. She smiles a little even . Her speech doesn't seem to require Semarra from taking her eyes off of Gaelan, yes her respect for other Sisters seems very well weighted. "I do not think I had any other particular business here after this. "You are of course welcome to join me for tea when the hour grows a little later. Unless of course, if duty is calling"

Coerel remains quiet for a few moments. He seems to study first Renimar and then Isgrimathur, "As you should know, Tamarind Sedai, I have just taken over as Master Gaidin and not yet had a chance to deal with the Trainees. I will allow your Warder to manage him until I decide to return him to normal training." He stands quite calmly as he says this.

Semarra nods in response to Irinya's request, "It would be a pleasure, Sister...as always." Gaelan can't help but feel that her eyes remain on him.

Gaelan's eyes glance towards Semarra, for the moment, then to the discussion at hand. A challenge, perhaps? Coerel and Tamarind -- it seems like a dynamic is being set here, a rapport, and though not obvious, it certainly is interesting to see happen.

Renimar glances idly over his shoulder at the conversation going on behind him, but within clear earshot, wondering when in the Light they were going to dismiss him.

Tamarind eyes Coerel a bit more intently, though her smile doesn't lessen a whit. "Yes, I do know that you are newly come to this place. Let it then stand as you have requested," perhaps her sharp emerald eyes flash a bit as she holds his eyes, "My Gaidin will take this trainee into hand until you have decided precisely what to do with him. As ever, I am certain that you, as Master Gaidin, will find precisely the right thing to aid the boy along." Still lovely is her voice and her manner. She turns casually to Renimar. "Oh.. you may go. Unless.. Isgrimathur has need of you." Her gaze falls upon the aforementioned man.

Renimar glances to Isgrimathur, then the sky. His Guard shift will be coming up soon. He tells him this. "Isgrimathur Gaidin, I am expected on the Bridge for evening Guard Duty. With you leave?"

Almost as if released from a chain, Isgrimathur moves forward quickly and rests a heavy hand on Renimar's shoulder, turning him towards the barracks as he leans over to speak quietly in a voice that is almost akin to a growl, "Report to your room and begin writing me an essay of no less than ten thousand words, describing to me in detail the economic value of the Tar Valon mark throughout the entire of this continent. Once you have done this, report to me in full battle dress with helm." He gives a firm shake of his head, "You are relieved of duty until you are finished with my essay. Now snap to it!"

Tamarind straightens ever so little and idly smoothes down a silken cuff before looking sidewards to Isgrimathur and actually favoring him with a tiny little smile, perhaps her first openly to the man.

Coerel says "You will find a replacement for his Watch and any others you cause him to miss, Gaidin Isgrimathur."

Renimar stiffens to attention, eyes straight ahead, not at him or anything. Saluting in a military manner, "Yes, Gaidin. Permission to retrieve enough supplies from the supply depot for this paper, Gaidin?"

Irinya nods and smiles slightly to Semarra as she replies. "I will make sure you are notified well in time before then, Sister. " She turns her head, studying Grim as he orders Renimar. Her face is unreadable, calm and serene. You cannot even hint at of what she is thinking. But the smile towards Renimar.. ahh. It is so perfectly sweet.. But with the full white of her teeth showing, her eyes like the coldest pools of dark.. brown shining trough them.

Isgrimathur nods shortly to Renimar and grunts in return, "Indeed, at the double quick, Renimar. Peace favor your pen in this endeavour, economics hold a great interest for me so I look forward to reading it." Turning around on a heel he directs his attention to Coerel and bows his head respectfully to him, "Of course, Master Gaidin. It shall be seen to immediately."

Semarra turns her head, tearing her gaze away from Gaelan long enough to favor Irinya with a pleasant smile, "Of course, I look forward to it, Iriyna."

Renimar directs a nod to Isgrimathur, Coerel and the Aes Sedai. In that order. With the dismissal, he stoops gracefully, and retrieves his belongings; cloak, book, sword. With a fleet foot, he heads off in the direction of the Tower, where the supplies would be kept, jogging, to save time.

Renimar pulls open a small side door to the Barracks, leaving the Practice Yard.
Renimar has left.

Semarra crosses her arms under her chest, the action succeeding in accentuating her already accentuated endowments. One foot starts to tap out a stacato rythem on the grass, a fine eyebrow raised in amusement as she watches Gaelan...yes she is /still/ watching Gaelan.

Gaelan seeing the "festivities" done for the moment, he approaches Semarra, risking ire of the assembled women to do so. It's obvious, at this point, that she's tired of waiting, but some manner of appearance must be maintained.

Tamarind sweeps her eyes over those assembled and allows finally the smile to ease itself from her face.. all but the ghostly hint of its lovely curves, which tug at the corners of her mouth. Her entire person seems utterly unaffected by anything that has gone on in this place on this day.

Irinya arches an amused eyebrow at Semarra, then turns to walk over to Tamarind, letting semarra do her flirting in peace. No disrespect of another Sister in public. You might have noticed now that that seems very important to her. Her silken skirts hug her legs very pleasantly as she walks over to Tamarind, her full hips impossibly going out of notice. Yes, you might wonder what caused this woman to choose the Red. She speaks softly to Tamarind, her voice velvety like and.. straight in tone. "You are of course, as well as Semarra, invited for tea later tonight. I am fairly sure we can come up with something of interest. But right now, there is an Accepted I should deal with. It would be unfair if only the boy got the chance for further education, wouldn't you agree? I am sure Mistress Salia will help here with that.. " She pauses for a moment "Now, if you'd excuse me? I have a few matters I have to attend to."

Gaelan clears his throat, and nods, as if recieving the words in the manner intended. "As you wish, Semarra Sedai.", is his response, for there is little more he can say.

Tamarind finds her smile again for Irinya, and the polite inclination of her head spills a lovely wave of fiery hair down before her shoulder.. it also includes an acknowledgement of equals, no subservience nor disrespect. She, too, it seems holds much in the way of proper protocol. "I should be glad to stop by later on, as I have no pressing business of my own and find your company quite pleasant." Emerald eyes flicker briefly as she watches the other woman with all the composure of a queen. "I am certain you will find suitable.. instruction for the young woman involved. Light favour you, Sister."

Irinya inclines her head to Tamarind and Semarra, before turning, her skirts making a swirl around her legs.. Then she walks in her usual purposeful, almost arrogant manner in direction of the White Tower..

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