Setting: Testing Chamber: White Tower, Tar Valon

Players:
Raemira, Micana, Lanta, Trelaine

Trelaine enters the Testing Chamber from the hallway of the basement.

Lanta leads Trelaine into the chamber.

Trelaine walks down, following Lanta curiously, and quietly, then pauses. She curtsies to Micana, then to Raemira, each a seperate and deep curtsey. She glances around, then walks up to Lanta. No word, as of yet, is spoken.

Raemira stands before a podium which houses three chalices and some white cloth. Her eyes move over Trelaine, regarding her in a careful manner, a slight look of sympathy shining there for a brief instant before it becomes squashed. she glances to Lanta, as if waiting for proceedings to begin, others already preparing the rings for the evening's events.

Lanta turns to Trelaine. "You are about to be offered the opportunity to take the test to Raise to Accepted. Before we go any further, you must search your heart, and determine if you are truly ready. You may refuse now, and twice more, without shame. On the third refusal you will be put out of the Tower, never to return."

Micana stands at one of the intersections of the three arches forming the Ter'angreal in the center of the room. Her expression is formally devoid of expression, green-eyed gaze searching Trelaine for a long moment. Two other Aes Sedai stand at the other two joinings of the silvery curves.

Trelaine stands as tall as her miniscule height will let her, looking fairly calm and composed. This is no time to panic, over react, or other silly actions. She must remain calm, cool... Trelaine licks her lips and gulps a little too loudly as Lanta speaks. "I will not refuse, thank you, Atalanta Sedai."

Lanta nods. "Very well then. Two things I will tell you now that no woman hears before she is in this room. The first is this. Once you begin, you must continue to the end. Refuse to go on and you will be put out of the Tower just as if you had refused for the third time. The second: to seek, to strive, is to know danger. You will know danger here. Some women have entered, and never come out. When the ter'angreal were allowed to grow quiet, they /were not there/. And they were never seen again. If you will survive, you must be steadfast. Falter, fail, and..." Her silence as she trails off speaks volumes.

Trelaine nods slightly as she listens, blue eyes flicking here and there to the arches. Then they return quickly to Lanta as she trails off. Trelaine frowns at this. Women not being there, not good. She nods again, finally. "I see, Lanta Sedai."

Micana continues to watch silently as do the other Aes Sedai gathered round and waiting expectantly.

"This is your last chance, child. You may turn back now, right now, and you will only hae one mark against you." Atalanta says. "It is no shame to refuse. It is only at the third refusal that you will be put out, and many cannot do this the first time around."

Raemira continues to watch quietly, her expression very stoic and emotionless, except for that look in her eyes, which seems to hold that sympathetic note. She waits, watching and listening.

Trelaine inhales deeply and again straightens up. "Might as well get it overwith, Atalanta Sedai. There's no need in wastingtime."

Lanta says "Then remove your clothing."

Trelaine doubletakes at Lanta, and looks around. No baths here. Shrug. Trelaine quickly, and deftly with practiced ease unbuttons her dress and folds it, handing it to Lanta.

Lanta sets it to the side and steers Trelaine over before the Amyrlin.

Trelaine is lead, fidgeting once, wondering if she should curtsey again as she bears all to the Amyrlin, suddenly feeling like a prized steer on auction, being paraded around before all potential buyers. Wisely, she says nothing.

The Amyrlin starts to speak in a monotone voice, nearly chanting as she intones, "Whom do you bring with you, Daughter?"

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

A brow quirks slightly as the Amyrlin's eyes pass over Trelaine, as if studying her worth and regarding her value, "Is she ready?" She speaks.

Micana moves to sit on a pillow at the intersection beside her. Silken whispers and rustling sounds may be heard as Micana and the other two Aes Sedai lower themselves to sit on pillows, skirts flowing around them like petals surround the heart of a flower. Slight movement beneath the fabric may be seen as they arrange their legs and place hands on knees or in laps.

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

"Does she know her fears?" The Amyrlin inquires in her monotone voice, her eyes looking as if they want to delve deeply into the soul of the Novice, once again that glimmer of sympathy showing for but a brief moment.

"She has never faced them," Atalanta replies, "but now is willing."

Trelaine glances quietly between the Dreaded MoNster, and the even more Dreaded Amyrlin.

Each Aes Sedai concentrates adn the arches begin to shine. The space inside each arc makes an opaque glow. A hum which is more felt than heard grows into the silence between passages of the rite.

"Then let her face what she fears" The Amyrlin speaks in a tone that indicates a fate sealed and a finality, however finality brings the promise of a new beginning.

Lanta takes Trelaine's arm and steers her to the first arch. "The first time is for what was. The way back will come but once. Be steadfast." She gives Trelaine's arm a gentle squeeze and then steps back.

Trelaine hmmms ever so slightly. Face her fears. Light, but she fears that, not knowing what she'll find. Trelaine starts to try and smooth her dress, then realizes she's not wearing one. She looks again, between Lanta and Raemira, then nods to Lanta and follows the promptings. With a deep breath, Trelaine readies herself to face the battle of the unknown, and steps into the Arch.

Trelaine enters the Arch One.

You step through the first arch, the memories of your life at the Tower flitting away as if there were but a distant thought, if that. You find yourself on Lord Haran's abode, though somehow this feels right. You are sitting next to him much like you always do every evening, answering questions and talking over normal chit-chat, as well as matters of life. This time, however, things are different. Somehow you know you have insight to the future, and your ability has all too often been the cause of some speculation that you were graced with the Creator's touch, to help save lives. This particular night is the same night that you've received the fateful fortune of your beloved (or not so beloved) Lord Haran. "So... Trelaine... Tell me, how are your mother and father faring since last I've seen them?" Lord Haran speaks.

Trelaine pauses, looking around for a moment, a little disoriented, then she shakes her head and turns to Lord Haran. "They're well, m'Lord. They came into town today. All of my brothers are off patrolling the Blight and they decided it had been some time since they had visited."

The Lord nods his head a bit, his eyes twinkling as he takes a delicate sip of his wine, "Tell me girl, have you had any.... interesting stories of late?" This is what he refers to the 'incidents' that have been coming more frequently lately... those of which have alsobrought him greater fortunes.

Trelaine smiles kindly at Lord Haran, shaking her head. "No, not yet, m'Lord. I can't say as I have. How's Cara? And the boys?"

"They are fine... they are fine...." Haran seems to grin widely, "Never better Trelaine." His eyes twinkle within the candle light flickering about the room, though he seems happier for some reason. "She's with child, you know.... again."

Trelaine smiles broadly. "Really? Oh, I'm so excited. Perhaps now you'll have that girl to spoil."

Trelaine stands up abruptly, gasping, feeling the horrible events that will most surely occur. Shivers travel through her body with a suredness that she wishes was not true. Unwilling she speaks through tears,

                And one Lord of Fal Dara shall find his way home
                To see his young wife, slain in her bed
                And his sons shall not, to his call, come
                And his riches shall be gone, as if dead.

Steadfast
  Steadfast
    Steadfast
      Steadfast
Once
  The way back
    comes but once.
           Once.

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

The Lord starts to speak again, then his jaw drops and he just stares at Trelaine, "What is the meaning of that, girl?" He speaks, seemingly agitated, "Tell me..." A look of desparation seems to flit through his eyes. He has not yet checked on his wife since returning....

Trelaine shakes her head, swatting at voices only she can hear. "No!" Trelaine calls out, "I must stay! I must help my friends," she cries through tears.

"Stay? Friends, light Trel..." Haran's words cut off as he quickly rises from his chair, "Light... Cara..." With that, the half-frightened Lord starts for the top levels, with a fear within his heart.

Trelaine looks up at Lord Haran, frightened, concearned. "Go, you can save them, hurry." Trelaine fumbles over her dress. "There must by a way! There must be a way!"

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

        Be steadfast
        the way back comes but once.

Trelaine starts to follow Haran and stops abruptly, turning slowly, as if time itself had no meaning, towards the silvery arc. Something seems so familiar about that. One step forward. One step away from Haran, her friends. She pauses, looking over her shoulder.

As soon as Lord Haran goes up the stairs, a lone figure comes running through the chamber, all dressed in black. He appears to be grinning darkly as if some secret is bestowed only upon him. There appear to be some sort of stains on his clothing, marring them darker.

Trelaine stops. "You! You did this! You...." Again, her gaze returns to the arc. She must go, she knows that, but not why. She can stop this man, she can see him burned for his crimes. But... the arc, it's important. Very, very important.

The man turns, startled to see Trelaine. He can see her face, yet at that very moment she can see his. It's Lord Haran's eldest son.... proving the fortune to be more true than expected. He backs up a step...

Another step is taken towards the arc, backing up now, as she tries to burn the man with her gaze. His face, if she can see it, forever burned in her memory. "I'm sorry," she whispers, "I'm so sorry...." Then she backs into the arc.

Trelaine leaves the Arch One.

Trelaine backs out of the arc, blinking, and nearly tumbling a step as she gasps. "Faran. No... not him. Light! Not Faran!"

Cold water pours over Trelaine's head as she exits the arches, "You are washed clean of whatever sin you may have done, and those done against you..." The Amyrlin intones, no emotion within her voice, "You are washed clean of what crime you may have committed, and those committed against you. You come to us washed clean and pure, in heart and soul."

Trelaine turns around desperately, and calls out. "It was Faran! Lord Haran's eldest! He did it! Light, he did it!" She shakes her head, feeling betrayed by one who had taken her in, sobbing as the water is poured over her.

Lanta shhs. "It is customary not to speak of what we see in the arches. You do well. Coming back is doing well. Remember your purpose here and you will continue to do well." She takes Trelaine's arm once more. "The second time is for what is. The way back will come but once. Be steadfast."

Trelaine looks at Lanta. "But... he murdered... he..." With a shudder, Trelaine closes her mouth. Maybe it's not true... but that face... those eyes... that grin. Trelaine shakes her head. That man will be hunted down later, when she is able. He will pay for his crimes against the Light, she'll see to that. Licking her lips, Trelaine nods. She eyes the second arch warily, before striding in.

Trelaine enters the Arch Two.

As you step through the second arch, the memories of the first seem but a distant joke, never once crossing your mind. The Tower, however, appears to be within your present situation. You find yourself wandering the streets just outside of the Tower. You are walking with Analee, talking animatedly over some topic of the One Power, "Well.... this is what I wanted to do with my project" Analee just gets done explaining, "Though I'm not certain they'll let me."

Trelaine tilts her head to the side and grins. "And why not? If it's feasible enough I don't see a problem with it. Why should they?" Deep intake of breath. Ah. To be out, walking around. 'Tis a good day.

Analee gives a short shrug of her shoulders as she moves about, turning into an alleyway that is seldom used unless for shortcuts, "It's just... they seem so... stuffy at times." She shakes her head, "I just cannot wait to be raised, then I can do whatever I bloody want without them always looking over my shoulders..." At that particular moment, two dark forms appear within the narrow alleyway; one before you and one behind you, "Well well well, lookey what we've gots here."

The way back
The way back
        Once
        Once
        Once
  The way back comes but once.
          Steadfast
        Steadfast
    Steadfast
  Be Steadfast
Words echo in memory, faint whispers in Trelaine's mind.

Trelaine pauses in her step, arching her eyebrow, then she blinks, shaking her head. She turns to Analee. "Well, stuffy doesn't compare to over-stuffed, pompus, and obviously unintelligent." She turns and smiles ever so sweetly at the figure in front of her. "Really. Don't you have something better to do?"

Trelaine frowns and mutters. "I knew I should have had Verdani teach me slight of hand," quietly that is said to Analee, then she follows up. "You get the one behind, I've got the one in front."

Trelaine turns to the figure in front, grinning. "Aren't you just a little tired of all this?"

Chuckles seem to resonate throughout the alley, and when there was once two, there now appears to be four, "Looks like they're all awone away fwom their mommies." One of them teases, a toothy grin escaping his lips. "Tired sweetcakes? Nay, the fun's just beginning...." With that they start to close in, all four of them. Though the -really- observant might notice characteristics that are the same in all of them.

Trelaine frowns slightly, watching the figures. Something doesn't strike her right. Quickly, abruptly as always, Trelaine lets the One Power fill her. "Now, I'll be kind and give you one warning before I send you wimpering to your own mothers. Is this understood?"

A single dark cackle filles the alley, "My mother...?" He grins, "Is hardly one that could handle me...." A slightly crazed look enters his eyes and he begins whispering to himself. As he gets closer it's still hard to tell which of the two he's going after. Analee, too, fills herself with the Power, more of a comforting gesture at the moment, "Do you have any idea who we are?" She seems to demand..... not that it does much good. A slight gasp from her direction seems to tell you something, as do her widened eyes and the stark amount of fear on her features.....

Trelaine flicks her eyes towards Analee, raising an eyebrow. "By a Trolloc's Last Supper!" Trelaine curses. It seems she's picked up a few things from Toani. She spins towards the man, keeping one eye behind her, lasting out with a spear of air. "Stormbringer's beard, but where are you when I /NEED/ you Arwen. I've /GOT/ to smell this!"

Along the dark alley wall rises a shimmering silvery structure which certainly is foreign to this place yet seems somehow to 'belong' Silver glints along the curving surface which beacons by its very presence.

        The way back comes but once.
        Be steadfast.

The spear of air meets no resistance, however, it just seems to go through what appears to be an illusionary man. Closer does he get to those before him, eyes gazing intently at you both. Muttering does he continue, mad ramblings. At the mention of Trollocs, he seems to giggle contageously, "Oh... how my master will like you two..." His eyes sparkle, "Specially you pretty..." A hand reaches out to touch a very stunned Analee's cheek, too frightened to move or do anything. "Running won't get you far..." He grins, an illusionary hand moving closer to do the same with Trelaine's cheek as with Analee's. The arch does not appear to be in their line of sight, or they just cannot see it.

Trelaine frowns and kicks at the man. "Get your slimly little claws away from me." Then she turns to Analee. "Blood of the Dragon, girl! Run! This is not time to panic. He's not real!" Then she turns, launching another spear of air at another figure, pushing, or trying to push Analee along towards the arc.

The hand touching Analee's cheek is quite real. The other illusions fade to nothingness, though a raged look enter's the man's eyes. "You are not going anywhere..." His voice seems to carry, but does not seem more than whisper. "Plans for you he has. Dre...." He starts to speak, another cackle coming to his lips as his hand quickly moves to tighten about Analee's arm. She moves as she's shoved though seems to only draw closer to him in the process.

Trelaine forms a sword of air now. "Arwen, burn you! Where in the Blight are you!" she mutters fiercly to herself. Then she glares at the man, tugging back on Analee. "Unhand her you pest. As far as your master is concerned, you let him know I said he was the master of insubstantial shadows. Understand that!" TUG! YANK! "Analee! Fight him! Fight HIM!"

A hum is felt coming from the waiting silver arc. It throbs and pulls, emphasizing the faint whisper.

         The way back
        Comes but once.
        Be Steadfast.

Trelaine launches the sword of air towards the man's head. "By an Illianer Wine Merchant's Drunkenness, Analee, RUN!!!!"

Analee starts to snap out of her gaze, "I'm sheilded!" She exclaims, then starts to fight at the man holding her. He seems to think nothing of it though, his grip tightening, causing her to yelp out in pain. As he does so a look of concentration enters his eyes as he gazes at Trelaine. A force of strong air attempts to push her before she can get close enough to his head, pushing her toward the wall of a structure. There is time to get away before she can get seriously injured.

Trelaine stands up and encourages Analee. "Bite the hand that holds you, for Light's sake. Sure, it'll taste horrible...."

Trelaine starts to make her way towards the arc, eyes always on the man, and ever trying to encourage Analee.

The sword meets with a sheild of air, now constructed about them both. Don't think that's all he's got up his sleeve though, "Oh yes, child... do continue to fight, display your knowledge to the Great Lord. He'll be pleased to know what he's getting." A grin encompasses his lips, and from his eyes you can tell he's playing with you. He leans toward Analee and whispers something into her ear. Sweet nothings? A far cry from it, though she starts to whimper.

Hummmmm
Steadfast
h u m m m
The sound seems to be starting to fade.
The way back....once.

Trelaine curses loudly, and ignores the man. The sword turns from Air to spirit and launches again. "Analee, come on! Fight! Fi..." BLINK! "What the Light?" She turns around, the arc. The Arc. Escape, but that means leaving Analee behind. That can't be done. She turns back to Analee. "FIGHT BURN YOU! FIGHT! The arc! It's our safety!," she cries. One last hope, that sword...

The man starts to pull Analee back away from Trelaine.... "Well my pretty... it's been fun, but I really must go no-" His words cut off as the sword comes to him, however instead of taking whatever might come his way, he pushes Analee in front of him, to take his place.....

The silvery arch starts to fade, the humm all but silenced before a faint flicker strengthens it again.
        once.....once......once

Trelaine gasps! "NOOOOOOOO!" The sword is unable to stop, as Trelaine puts all her force behind it.... A step back, into the arc. "Light NO!"

Trelaine leaves the Arch Two.

Trelaine gasps and falters, falling. "Light... I... Analee... I...." She's looking at her hands, as if they were grotesque monsters, summoned from the blight.

A second chalice of water is emptied over the soon to be Accepted's head as Trelaine exits the arches. "You are washed clean of false pride" Raemira intones, her eyes watching the girl with a bit of sympathy within her eyes, sympathy that does not touch her voice, "You are washed clean of false ambition. You come to use washed clean, in heart and soul"

Trelaine tears her eyes away from her hands, looking up at Raemira. "I... stilled... me, I did that...." Gulp. Deep, slow breath. Calm. It wasn't real, Light but it seemed to real. Trelaine inhales, closing her head, then exhales, standing up. With a nod to Atalanta, Trelaine opens her eyes again. One last arc. It can't be all that bad....

Trelaine enters the Arch Three.

Micana continues to sit impassively with her two sisters as they power the arches. All are starting to look a little strained as time wears on.

Traumatic memories of the dire present float away to nothing as you enter the third arch. For but a brief moment a seering pain can be felt from the light, however it seems to pass into nothingness. You find yourself clothed in an elaborate garment of your tastes and desires. On your right hand you bear the Great Serpent which means only one thing, you are Aes Sedai now. Your mind seems to shift back into place, drawing away at whatever odd thought you were just having.... You are on a mission, yes, that's right, now what was it again? Oh!... To go to the borderlands to look into the matter of those Accepted that become missing oh so long ago.... You find yourself in the city of Fal Moran, deep within some of the back streets, and with you is Arwen. You enter a particularly dark building, the last place on your list to find Yvetta and Alys.

Trelaine looks around, frowning slightly. "Anything, Arwen? There must be something, even after this long, shouldn't there be?"

Arwen nods his head once, sniffing at the air, "Blast it. I can't tell anything here." He grumbles under his voice. He is a far change from the quiet trainee that was once within the courtyard with a book in his hand all of the time, now a well trained Gaidin and a fighting machine. "Something has to be here though." He schools his features into a calm expression, moving father within the room. From the back comes a motion, a silhoette of something.

Trelaine follows with a nod. "Can you tell..." A pause. Motion. Trelaine's eyes turn, and she looks intently, reaching for the one power, quietly she shhh's. "We're not alone..." she whispers to her companion.

Arwen lowers his voice, "Without any violence about, my nose is just about as good as a mutt's with a headcold." He grumbles, his hand instinctively going to a sword.

From the back of the room, "Look... we have guests" A feminine voice comes forth.

"So it seems sister, so it seems." Comes another, soft and bookish.

Trelaine raises an eyebrow, looking at Arwen, then back, trying to find the other voice. "Well, now. I assume you are Yvette and Alys? You know, the Tower's been awfully worried. If you had just dropped us a note, or some such...." A hand motions Arwen in one direction, as she stands fast facing the other, grasping the source. "Let's have a little light, shall we?" Trelaine quikcly tries to weave the well known illusion for light.

A chilling chuckle comes from the back of the room, "Look sister... they're worried for us... how..."

"Amusing?" Something about how they speak to one another, referring to each other as sister is rather.... chilling in nature. Or rather, unnatural, "Have you come to.... rescue us?" In the darkness they stay, not appearing, yet there all the same.

Trelaine frowns. This is not good, and Trelaine hardly likes it. "I take it you have other plans for your future?" Blue eyes gaze about, intently. Keep them talking, locate them. Then assess, fully, the situation.

Back
        Back
             Back
The way back
    Comes but
  once
  once
  once.
        Be Steadfast.
Fragments of memories not Trelaine's own tickle and play in the back of her mind.

Trelaine shakes her head. That wasn't her thought, or was it? Trelaine's frown deepens. This is hardly the time to get distracted with the ShadowTwins, it seems, hovering just beyond the light. The light splits, so there are two orbs. Each of these orbs, Trelaine sends in opposite directions. All enemies must be accounted for and noted.

GLOW! Suddenly a bright flash of light envelops the room. Saidar fills the two women, making them stand out like beacons, as they weave fire and air together to form light enough for the room. They appear to be working separately. Upon first glance, it's almost like staring death in the face itself, each very pale and very.... very... well... unalive? How could that be... though there -are- the stories..... "Oh yes... We've many plans for our future..."

The one who looks like Yvette grins, "And yours"

Shing! Beside you Arwen has unsheathed his sword, "Any future we have will be decided by us." He mutters something to Trel about the effects of not liking this situation, and his nose is suddenly... well... he can smell too much violence.

Trelaine blinks at the flash and frowns deeply. "If you wanted to be entertained I'd offer to dance the Sa'sara for you. But this is hardly the place..." a slight pause and Trelaine's frown deepens as she lets the orbs go, forming shield A, "nor the time." Yvette first, yes. That is the best course of action. Shield A is launched towards the ... Accepted who is more like Death walking in to a FeastDay Celebration.

Saidar can be felt channeled through the chamber, more than anything else at the moment. Alys tsks, "You never were one to take to orders any way girl. Always arguementive and back talkative..." Her eyes then fall onto Arwen, "Look... A pet sister.. it has been long since we've seen one of their kind" Her lips pout out slightly, "Can we keep him too?"

Yvetta seems nearly ready for anything as she quickly makes a weave of her own, however she is too late. *ooof* goes the demonspawn, though....

Arwen starts to advance toward Alys as her attention is drawn to her 'sister'.

Trelaine ties off the weave. "Arwen, no, the other. She's shielded." Then Trelaine turns to Alys and smiles. "At least I had backbone, and made it this far." Shield B is formed quickly, and launched towards Alys. Trelaine /MUST/ beat the woman before she can harm Arwen.

Trelaine frowns. "Do what you need to... just see that she is... taken care of." Dead or alive, at this point it doesn't matter.

Alys shakes her head, "That was not nice, now I -do- get to keep your pet." With that she creates air bindings and quickly places them about Trelaine's Gaidin, tying it off before she quickly forms a knife and cuts at the shield meant for her, "Now now.... I told you that was not nice" A deep frown appears on her features.

Well.... Yvetta may be shielded but she is up and moving. She mutters a dark curse, attempting to make her way to Arwen, who is just stuck there like a sitting duck.

Trelaine frowns, and shield forgotten. Flows of Air attempt to surround Arwen, like a shield. "And who's the one not playing nice?" She smirks and steps forward, flicking her gaze to Arwen. Cut the flows later. Deal with the channeling first. He'll understand, won't he? "Been cahorting with the Eyeless again? Surely they make horrid bedfellows."

Slowly something starts to flicker a few paces away. Silver glints in and out of vision as if there and yet not there before it solidifies into a silver arch. An almost imperceptible hum fills the mind and words echo in memory.

The way back
        Comes but once.
Be steadfast.

Trelaine frowns. "Not now!" she mutters fiercely. Not now!, echos in her mind. She's /NOT/ about to leave Arwen to the Nightmare Twins. She frowns at Alys. "Come now, -child-, you'd think someone your age would have outgrown toys."

Alys seems to pout, "Vetta, she's not playing fair now." With that she forms her own sheild of spirit, attempting to cut Trelaine off from the source. She's not aiming to still, but to work on getting her down to a level that her 'sister' is at.

Yvetta speaks in a bland tone, "Soon enough the Dark Lord will be your Master." A brow lifts, "Look, she's already looney, perfect material methinks" She grins slightly, still moving toward the Gaidin, "You bound him right? Maybe we can just pick him up and carry him off?" Some how she does not seem disturbed by the shield, probably having had one placed about her before.... well... just before.

Trelaine growls and swings a heavy club of air at Yvetta with all her force. "You stay away from that one. It's me your quarrel is with!:

Yvetta is clobbered with the club of air, thrown to the ground rather hard. That, however, does not seem to stop Alys from moving her shield weave more rapidly toward Trelaine, "Now, girl, you are starting to piss me off." She speaks, her eyes narrowing darkly. "Come easily, or come dead. It matters not to your new liege." There seems to be a recurring theme here.

The silver arch fades to become near transparent as the hum that accompanies it diminishes. Small surges return the arch to near substantiality as the weakening hum returns in a lesser level.

        once
        The way baaaacccckkkk
        comes but oncccceeee
        be steadfast.

Trelaine oofs, as the unregarded Alys slips the shield over her and she can no longer channel. Arc is ignored as Trelaine makes her way, as quickly as her small frame takes her, aiming a very intent fist at Alys's chin.

As the shield is tied off, another of air is formed to protect Alys from harm, placed in front of her features to keep Trelaine at bay. She just shakes her head, "Like I said, arguementive, and always having temper tantrums" She grins slightly, "Then again, that does fit the mold, does it not sister? I mean... I -never- did what Lanta Sedai..." A dark smirk comes over her face, "Asked of me... the besottering fool"

Yvetta chuckles darkly, "A lucky blow girl, but that will not stop Alys from having her pet if she wants him." Slowly does she struggle to her feet, using Arwen's restrained arm to help her, "Why thank you" She smiles ever so sweetly, "You will be rewarded for your kindness." Trelaine curses loudly as hand crashes into the shield of Air. She glances between Alys and Yvetta, backing to stand between Arwen and Alys. "Oh, pets. If you want a pet, find a nice rat that loves you." She glares at Yvetta, and launches her other hand at this one. If you can't hit one, hit the other. That's real logic for you!

        once
            once
        once
            once
steadfast
    steadfast
      steadfast
        back, the way back.

The Arch shimmers and fades, the hum growing softer adn softer.

Trelaine's grow wide, and her punch is directed elsewhere.

Trelaine's eyes flick worriedly to Arwen, then to the arc. With abruptness, Trelaine throws her arms around Arwen, kissing him full on the lips, then she starts trotting backwards to the arc. "I'll be back for you! Light! I promise I'll be back for you!"

Yvetta ducks around the prone form of Arwen, using his body as a shield. A dark chuckle eminates from her lips and at the mentioning of rats... "Your wish child..."

Alys finishes "Is our command" Several rats start scurrying into the room....

Trelaine spits at the rats, and gives Arwen one desperate look, then backs into the light of the Arc.

Trelaine comes backing out of the arc, and blinks. Light! What is she doing. Frantically, Trelaine looks around. "No! LIght! I've got to go back! They had me... he's in trouble!" The few steps taken are attempted to be retaken back to the arc.

Lanta watches Trelaine impassively. "There is no going back, child." Yet she makes no move to stop her.

Raemira seems to pause her actions, raising a brow silently at Trelaine. Three pale faced Aes Sedai sit facing the arches, expressions serene though they somehow give the impression they would be drenched in sweat if Aes Sedai sweated. All look as if they have been strained by what they do. As Trelaine comes out the last arch, the Ter'Angreal grows dark, hum silenced. The Aes Sedai just sit there breathing a faint sigh of relief.

The third and final silver chalice of water is poured over Trelaine's head, seeming to continue on forever, as if time had stopped. "You are washed clean of Trelaine Demaran from Fal Dara. You are washed clean of all ties that bind you to the world. You come to us," the Amyrlin speaks, "washed clean, in heart and soul." She pauses a moment, emerald eyes gazing at the form of the girl before her, "You are Trelaine Demaran, Accepted of the White Tower." It seems that the last drop seems to splash onto her right as she speaks, "You are sealed to us now." The silence that occupies the room at the time of her speech seems to be filled with a mutual expression; most Aes Sedai letting out a breath they did not know they were holding.

Trelaine pauses, one foot in the air, ready to step through the arc as she looks at Lanta over her shoulder. "They'll... he's ... I've got to stop them!" Then realization dawns and the foot is lowered, her back still to the Aes Sedai. She stands there... devoid of emotion, devistated, facing the quiet arc. Then she turns as the water is poured over her.

Raemira watches Trelaine for several more moments afterwards, her eyes regarding her quietly. "Welcome, Daughter" She speaks after letting a bit of time pass. She moves forward and kisses her once on each cheek, then steps out of the way for others, so that they might greet her.

Trelaine curtsies to Raemira. "Thank you, Mother," she says in an all too quiet tone. Something is lacking, or perhaps being withheld, as Trelaine speaks.

The Amyrlin starts to speak a few moments more, "You will be given the next two days time to rest and recover. You are absolved of classes and chores for that time. Afterwhich, you will report to Lanta Sedai about your new class scedule and duties. Before you are allowed to teach alone, you must take the advanced spirit session and be observed giving your first class." She reaches into a small pouch, pulling out a golden ring, bearing the Great Serpent, "Hold out your left hand."

Lanta emerges with a towel in one hand and the banded dress of an Accepted in another. "Welcome, Accepted."

Trelaine does as she is told, lifting up her left hand. Still, something seems lacking, withheld from Trelaine.

Trelaine nods and curtsies to Lanta, waiting for Raemira.

Raemira places the Great Serpent ring on the third finger of Trelaine's left hand. "You may wear the ring only on this finger until you are Raised. To do otherwise would be to claim that you are Aes Sedai" There is a steely hint to her voice that it would not be wise to do such.

"Once you are Aes Sedai you may wear it whereever you wish" Raemira adds. Slowly the sisters at the Arches gather themselves and rise to their feet. When the appropriate times for welcoming comes, each steps forward to kiss the new Accepted on her cheek.

Trelaine curtsies to Raemira. "I will remember that, and wear it only here, Mother."

Trelaine quietly reaches out, even as she shivers, to grasp the towel from Lanta.

Lanta silently gives Trelaine the towel.

Raemira ninclines her head "You may get dressed child.." Raemira speaks, her eyes watching Trelaine quietly. Sympathy hints in her eyes once more, though winks away again. She is Accepted now afterall.

Trelaine takes the towel and dries her hair first, then the rest of her body. No need getting dry, then having water continually drip on you. She nods her thanks to Raemira, then sets the towel on the ground, putting out a hand, silently for her new dress.

Lanta gives that over, as well.

Trelaine nods again her thanks to Lanta, and doesn't utter a single word for fear of breaking out in tears. It is over. It is done with. Tears would be a waste of emotion, and of time. Carefully, with trembling hands buttons up the dress and curtsies again.

Raemira inclines her head to Trelaine, "You are dismissed. Go get some rest child." She speaks in a softer tone than normal.

Trelaine licks her lips and curtsies to Raemira. "Yes, Mother," she offers up quietly. Then she curtsies to the rest of the Aes Sedai. Rest. Yes. As if she'll be getting any of that tonight. Surely, Raemira said that only to comfort, not to expect it done. Quiet, contemplative and very much reserved, Trelaine leaves the testing chamber.

Trelaine exits the chamber through the secret doorway.