Setting: Outdoor Arena: Entertainers' Guild, Tar Valon
What you see before you is an interesting sight. In the center of a large plot of land, one can see an arena, surrounded by several large stands used for seating. Inside the arena are three rings, used to include various acts or performances. At the back of the arena is a large stage setting, used for various dancers' or singers' delights. Several small booths can be seen lining the path toward the guild hall, perhaps vending various wares to the guests within the area.
Soft yellows, crisp reds and burnt brows appear to greet your eyes as autumn flows begin to bloom, replacing those trees and flowers from the former months. A crisp chill can be felt, reminding people that winter is nigh. A few people wander about the grounds, either heading into the city or into the guild hall. A few appear to mill near the tents or the arena in hopes of seeing an impromptu or planned show.
A small set of paths lead toward the back of the property as well as to several high rising tents, perhaps side shows that the Entertainer's Guild holds. A sturdy oak door leads into the guild house, seemingly inviting anyone to enter. A larger path heads back toward the streets, exiting the property of the entertainer's guild.

Two temporary stages have been erected around the sides of the arena, the seats moved to face them. Various performers are doing small sideshow type routines for people as the performance nears its beginning.

Characters: Severan, Sadi, Raemira, Bendrik, Aedigar, Jelanna, Adelina, Micana, Magrin, Adriene, Nobreon, Diar, Maeve, Trelaine, Morden, Ruhr, Cassandra, Arwen, Lyren, Sydnia

Sadi says "Okie dokie."

Sadi blink blinks when she sees Raemira...Oh gosh that's the Amyrlin...

Bendrik comes swaggering out of the Guild Hall, juggling his daggers within his hands, despite the fact that the performance has not started yet. Either he's offering a teaser, or he's warming up for the main acts. He moves over toward one of the boards that has a simple person drawn onto it and starts tossing daggers at it.

Aedigar enters the arena, bowing to all Aes Sedai and accepted, in case they're looking.

The Amyrlin, bedecked in her finest clothing. Around her surrounds several guards and Gaidin. She inclines her head to those present, then makes her way toward the stands.

Raemira sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Aedigar makes his way to a seat.

Jelanna follows behind the Amyrlin Seat, in the group of novices who oh and ah over the stage. After a stern look from one of the Sister, the novices make their way over to bleachers, behind the Amrylin's group.

Adelina is sitting in the Left Bleachers, with three guards around her. She is waiting patiently and seems quite calm. Her hair is piled a little higher than normal.

Aedigar sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Micana accompanies Raemira into the area and takes a seat near her.

Jelanna sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Aedigar sits behind the Aes Sedai and the novices.

Micana sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Raemira seems to take a modest seat, allowing the best ones for the students and the trainees. She smoothes over her skirts as she watches everyone and everything.

Severan moves towards the larger of the two main stages, which are stationed at one end of the arena. The bleachers have been moved to face these temporary stages, forming a small arc facing them.. A few men stand around the smaller stage, making sure that no one comes near it, although the reason for such security is currently unclear.

Magrin moves in through the entrance, dark eyes taking in everyone present. A man seems to come in next to him, pointing and grinning at some of the sights. Magrin glances to his partner and grins, though something else seems to get his attention and he stares at it darkly for a few moments.

Bendrik's eyes seem to move toward Severan. He offers a mock bow to the guildmaster, his hands still working his daggers in an even manner. He eyes the board before him, tilting his head at it from time to time.

The crowd hushes as three figures walk out into the middle of the arena. Dressed in bright breeches and tunics in reds, yellows and greens, the three walk with the grace and easy agility of acrobats. The first, a tall, slender man with dark hair, raises his hand to indicate the slim woman beside him and the mophaired boy of about eleven years. All three take a bow, and step to a set of ladders that were previously hidden at the edge of the arena. Looking up, you can see the ladders lead to a tightrope high above the crowd.

Magrin quirks a brow, a snicker coming over his features. He moves over to a seat of bleachers and takes a seat.

Margin sits down at the Right Bleachers.

As the three acrobats climb high above you, several other figures can be seen rigging a safety net below the tightrope, their motions fast and efficient. The performers can now be seen almost at their destination.

Sadi move over next to Bendrik for a sec and whispers to him

Severan arrives at the center of the larger stage, examining the crowd gathered before him. He smiles, his voice, by some acoustical trick of either stage or arena, carrying across to the crowd. "I would like to welcome you all and thank you for coming to this, one of the premier performances of the Entertainers' Guild of Tar Valon." He glances up at the acrobats now ascending the tightrope. "I would also like to offer special thanks and our sincere gratitude to the White Tower for sponsoring this performance. As an introduction, three of our fine acrobats will be showing you their feats of daring skill. Once again, thank you for coming, and enjoy your evening!" Severan smiles again, stepping down from the stage.

Bendrik raises a brow at Sadi.

Adelina leans back slightly and watches. Her guards look more excited then she does. She appears to be waiting for someone...

Adriene enters the outside arena from the streets.

Nobreon enters the outside arena from the streets.

Nobreon enters with his usual guards.

They've reached the top! The performers step onto a platform high above, all raising their hands to draw the attention of eyes already on them. The crowd, which had begun a low murmur, hushes as the young woman places one foot on the tightrope, a long pole in her hands. Her gaze remains focused on the opposite side as she takes a few steps, the pole wavering in her hands as she adjusts her balance.

Adelina is sitting in the Left Bleachers with her guards, watching what is going on above with a neutral expression. Her guards look rather excited though.

Adriene sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Adriene moves to take a seat in the Center Bleachers near Aedigar.

Nobreon spots Adelina in the crowd. He moves to take a spot near her.

Nobreon sits down at the Left Bleachers.

Sadi moves away from Bendrik after giving him a pat on the shoulder

Aedigar is intent on the performance and doesn't notice Adriene until she is sitting next to him.

Bendrik seems to sneer at something Sadi speaks. He mumbles one last thing to her.

Taking careful steps, the brightly clad woman above makes it to halfway along the thin cord that supports her. It is only now that you can see an obstacle in her path a fairsized box that has a slit cut in it so most of it hangs below the rope. As the woman reaches it, she bends her knees, grabbing hold of the handle on the box.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina looks over at you... "Hello Nobreon."

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon nods. "Hello Adelina."

Magrin rises and stands from the Right Bleachers.

Raemira blinks silently at something, catching some look within the audience. She shakes her head then turns her eyes to the performance before her. She tilts her head silently at the acrobats, a soft smile coming to her lips. She murmurs something where she sits, "It seems they've been practicing a long time for this."

How is this possible? Unbelievably enough, the young woman straightens, the box coming off the rope. It jiggles as she stands, and she's forced to stop the slightest motion, tension lining her features as she tries to maintain her balance.

The crowd oohs and ahhs as they watch, their attention captivated. Some seem rather tense, while others appear excited. Several children sitting in the front rows try to scoot closer, almost as if they want to be on the wire themselves.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina asks softly, "Am I still a dream or have you realized I'm real?"

A collective sigh of relief is heard from the crowd about you as the rope steadies. High above, the agile acrobat lifts the hand with the box, balancing it on her head before retaking the pole in both hands. That done, she continues her slow trek across the rope, a spattering of applause heard below her.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon frowns with confusion. "Well, obviously you are real, you are sitting here aren't you?"

Making way through the crowds of people not yet sitting, either milling about buying food and trinkets from hawkers or simply thinking it a better place to watch the entertainment than the stands, Diar in Altaran garb holds onto one of Maeve's arm as he moves somewhat ahead of her, clearing the way. His eyes are raised to watch the ropewalker avidly, which does occasionally he must beg pardon as he bumps into people; but eventually,he manages to lead Maeve to one of the bleachers, picking his way carefully up.

Diar sits down at the CenterBleachers.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina smiles, fractionally. "Yes, I guess I am."

The spattering of applause turns into a veritable roar as the young woman steps onto the far platform, and she quickly grabs hold of the rail as she turns toward the crowd, taking the box from her head. As she gives you all a deep bow, father and son can be seen taking first steps onto the thin rope themselves.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon smiles. "I still don't remember you however."

Calm and cool does Raemira remain as she watches the act. However, her attention seems more intent on the Aes Sedai and students that have joined the group. A brow raises silently as she sees Maeve and Diar entering together,but she speaks nothing on it, not her place at the moment, where they are supposed to be enjoying themselves.

Those around you hush, a few spectators pointing into the air as they notice the father and son already part of the way across. Both are holding the same sort of long pole the first performer was... they look as though they may as well be walking on the ground, so easy are their steps.

Grey eyes flick over the crowd, brushing over familiar and unfamiliar faces, in the end shifting to the performers which most after all have their attention upon. A faint smile curves Maeve's lips, yet her gaze show some hints of her mood perhaps being a little on the fierce side. She takes a seat beside Diar, on the edge of the central bleacher to avoid most of the Tower crowd it would seem.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina shrugs, "Maybe it's better that way. I'm sure many people wish they could forget me..." She sounds serious.

Almost lost behind the quickmoving Diar is a muchslower moving, studiously confused Brown who looks at everything owlishly. Uncannily, she doesn't lose the pair, and eventually has a way cleared straight to them once enough see the ageless face, the serpent ring. She sits demurely, glances flatly at Diar, and then turns her own eyes to the spectacle.

Maeve sits down at the CenterBleachers.

As the two reach the middle of the rope, the taller man stops, bends, and sits on the rope. The other remains stockstill, waiting for the thin line beneath his feet to stop quivering at the motion of his father.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon frowns. "Why is that?"

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina grins slightly, "I guess you'll just have to find out... again." Her grin widens.

The older man sits with his hands grasping the rope beneath him, legs balancing on either side. At his nod, his son leans forward, holding the pole before him as he begins to climb on the older man's back. You could hear a pin drop right about now, the crowd is so quiet.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon frowns. "Well, there was some stuff in the dream, and everyone keeps insisting that it was real for some odd reason. Is it also?"

As the tightrope performance continues, a small dog appears to escape from the lefthand side. He sniffs the ground, keeping his nose there, looking for something. Suddenly, he looks up, tongue lolling, and bolts for the centerstands. Warmly do his eyes look up, then almost instantly does he jump upwards picking out someone there. Little does the novice know what the little dog has instore for his chosen patron. A tiny nose seems to stick itself into Jelanna's hand.

Raemira's eyes seem to go to Jelanna' calmly watching what the young woman will do.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina chuckles, "Nobreon. If you feel it was just a dream... then it was just a dream."

Magrin seems to grunt at something, smirking. He then disappears underneath the bleachers, making his way, presumably to the other side. His friend seems to be long forgotten.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon gives you a suspicious glance. "Why are you the only person that has said that so far?"

Jelanna eyes the dog rather warily, but does not lose her composure. Instead, a warm smile graces her face as she lets the dog gain her scent.

Slowly... ever so slowly, the boy climbs on his father's shoulders. Steadying himself, he holds his pole at his chest, and a quietly spoken word signals his dad that he's ready. Using his hands to support him, the man brings his feet back up to the rope, turns, and straightens with the pole now in his hands. The crowd would applause, except it seems none of them want to distract the pair so high above.

The pup, which is what he truly seems to be, continues to push his nose into Jelanna's hand, whimpering softly as if begging for attention. Out of the right hand side, an elderly gentlemen, bedecked in fine clothing comes out whistling, as if calling for something or someone, "Here Robby... come on Robby." He takes out a small cloth, pushing it across his head, "Where did that poor thing go." He looks up into the bleachers, all around, then sighs, a saddened expression painted on his face.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina grins, "Maybe because sometimes I wish some of the things in my life were just a dream." The way she says that shows that she wants the conversation to end... She looks up at the pair in the air.

Diar watches with some interest, and almost seems to forgot Maeve; he does remember to speak however. He mutters to Maeve, "... useless,... skillful. I... such... Wait.... tell... about... I... the... Tear. A... purse,... to a woman,... ... skilled.... I..."

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon continues to frown and stare at Adelina, ignoring the performance.

Ever so slowly, the man with the boy on his shoulders treads across the rope. The two poles in their hands almost look like the spars on a ship, both perfectly equal, perfectly motionless. The silence is almost deafening.

Raemira seems to smile slightly as she notices the pup, then turns her eyes to the rope once more. Her expression seems soft and calm, yet still no show of emotion appears to be there. Tilting her head she watches the young man gather himself on his father's shoulders, quietly grasping at her skirts in a hidden motion. It seems even the Amyrlin gets tense at these things.

Jelanna scratches the puppy behind it's ears. She glances around the grounds for anybody looking for the animal, her golden gaze sweeping the crowds.

Three more steps... two more... the crowd seems to be collective holding their breaths, waiting for the moment when the performers reach safety. One more step... and there it is! The boy hops from his father's shoulders to the platform, his father already having stepped upon it. All about you, people cheer and applaud, and the three intrepid performers take their bows.

Looking away from Diar for a moment, though with a hint of sharpness retained in her gaze, Maeve glances over at Jelanna for a moment, studying the Novice in a rather appraising manner. Perhaps she noticed the dog, perhaps the reason for her interest is another.

The elderly man sighs, then goes to a group in the right hand bleachers, "Have ye seen me dog, Robby?" He demonstrates with his hands, "He's about yay tall? Black and brown?" Several of those within the stands shake their head, while some of the children nod their head enthusiastically, pointing off to the left, "Oh, ye have!" He exclaims, then moves off to the left stands, missing the fact that the pup is in the center. Meanwhile 'Robby' seems to stand in his hind legs and starts to playfully lick at Jelanna's features.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina glances back at Nobreon and raises an eyebrow, "What?"

Discreetly does the man continue beneath the bleachers, until he finds his way up to the lefthand side. He moves to take a seat there, uncaring of those others present. A look is cast about the audience, and a knowing smile present.

Magrin sits down at the Left Bleachers.

Jelanna sees the older gentleman who seems to be looking for his dog. She laughs lightly as the dog licks her. Her head tilts as she hears the old man calling for his dog and whispers "I think your owner is looking for you, let's see if we can go reunite you."

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon licks his lips. "Uh, what if it is true?"

The little boy hugs his father, very relived he came through it alright. Thy proceed to pull a cable down from the side and attach it to him. It runs from the top of where they are all the way down to center stage. The boy walks to the edge and steps off. In a blur he is wizzed down along the cable until he lands deftly onto the center stage. he unattached himself and makes another little bow. He starts to speak but then falls silent after a moment. Is he nervous?

Jelanna asks one of the Accepted if she can walk over to where the gentleman is located. She says with a smile "I seem to have found his 'Robby.'

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina shakes her head, "If it is, then it is. Nothing you can do to change it. You just have to find a new wall to climb and climb it. And if you haven't made it up the one you're on then just keep going." She actually grins slightly.

The young pup 'yaps yaps' making soft noises as Jelanna speaks to her, though he continues to lick at her, diligent in nature. "Robby?" The elderly man calls out, eyes searching, "Where are ye boy?" He seems to have missed the yapping, either because of the crowd or he's deaf, or it could all just be part of the act.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon nods and moves closer to Adelina. "I suppose so."

Finally the little boy speaks up. He can walk the tight rope but actually having ta talk in front of a million people...gives him the willies. After a moment he does though, his voice cracking..."Um...thank you for your applause...now it's time for Bendrik to come and throw knives for you!" He seems excited bout that...he turns and runs off the stage

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina raises an eyebrow and then shrugs. She goes to looking around, waiting to see what will happen next, though the show that is being performed is not what really holds her interest. She's obviously worried. Her brother still isn't here.

The Accepted, distracted with the performance at hand, gives an affirmative nod, and Jelanna leaves the bleachers with the puppy trailing closely at her heels. She heads toward the older gentleman, a smile on her face at the thought of reuniting pet and owner.

Raemira claps at the end of the performance of the three acrobats, then her eyes go wherever the new act will be.

Jelanna rises and stands from the CenterBleachers.

Adelina shrugs from where she is sitting, it appears she has been speaking softly to Nobreon. She turns her head to look at this Bendrik, though she looks distracted. Worried. As if she is waiting for someone.

Nobreon frowns and turns to watch the next performance.

The elderly gentleman turns around, "Robby! You naughty naughty pup!" He exclaims, thanking the Accepted, "There'll be a reward for thee, young miss" He reaches up his sleeve and pulls out a delicate rose and offers it to her, a brilliant smile on his features. "For you... young miss, for the saving me pup" 'Robby' seems to yap happily, now licking his owners features.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina sighs slightly, "Lyren's late again..." She shrugs, "Guess I shouldn't be surprised."

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And Lyren is who again?"

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina looks at him oddly, "He's my little brother."

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon nods. "Oh, ok."

(***Person logging had to relog here. About 10 minutes of the RP was lost.***)

Glancing over at Diar, for a moment only, Maeve then tilts her chin up, not so little challenging in itself, and strides over towards Bendrik with far too much confidence betrayed by her posture and that smooth saunter she seems unable to walk without. "Very well, you have your 'victim'." If she's nervous she shows no signs of it as Bendrik leads her into place, even smiling rather slyly at the man despite that it might be a distraction in itself.

And boy does the crowd hold their breath,hearing that little comment, even though it's purely an act to build up the anticipation. Some of the children scoot to the ends of their seats, eyes on the knifethrower intently, and some watching Maeve even more intently, as if to see if she will survive the ordeal or not.

Magrin chuckles under his breath, "So the filly had some fire in her afterall" He grins as he intently watches the Accepted on the stands.

Analee glances at Diar with a broad grin, watching his reactions to Maeve's ordeal, wondering what might happen if Maeve should perhaps flinch, not that she expects her to, especially where tha knife thrower and Diar are concerned.

Adelina actually smiles as she continues to watch, and her guards are /very/ interested in this Accepted in particular. One mutters that it would be a shame if she got hurt. Something about "all that going to waste."

"On the count of three, I'll be throwin' a dagger at thee." Bendrik rhymes, grinning slightly at that, "Now remember, donna flinch... Ready?" He looks for confirmation.

Maeve chuckles softly, her smile growing a touch fierce. "I wont be flinching, and I trust you wont be shaking either, Master." On the whole she seems to enjoy the attention more than a little, especially when she's such a visible target, in more than one way.

With a grin at Maeve's woords..... Foooosh! Twang! Thunk! The first dagger leaves Bendrik's hands, soaring through the air, handle over blade, over handle again until it hits solidly in the board. The crowd lets out a breath as it happens, seeing that the young Accepted is left unmarred.

No flinch, and seeing that the man is skilled indeed, Maeve's expression grow if possible more slyly amused, her grey eyes sparkling with silver as they brush over the crowd, daring anyone to now breathe a word about her being a chicken.

Diar looks ... pensive, to say the least. He shifts in the bleachers a little, and watches intently. One hand grips the hilt of his sword, either for some physical sensation to help distract himself from any further worry With the knife thrown, his grip tightens a moment.. and then loosens free; he seems to breath, finally.

With a few more shots, several more daggers appear to outline Maeve's features, hitting the line, but never the young woman herself. Some might be suspicously aware that a few of them 'could' really hit her if intended. This makes a few people uneasy, though seems to captivate others more often than not. With a grin, "You are a good volunteer, missy, ye know that. Ye can back out, now, if'n ye haves no heart to continue." He leaves Maeve a way out, watching her silently.

Jelanna turns now to give the stage her full attention, perhaps even turning almost completely away from the older man. She absently holds the rose near her face, absently brushing the soft petals against a cheek.

Magrin sits on the edge of his seat, eyes daring, yet knowing the Accepted can't honestly see him. A grin mars his features, as he waits to see what is going on, while his eyes discreetly go to someone or something, checking on them. With a nod to himself he goes back to watching the performance.

"Starting to feel a bit shakeyhanded, are you? As long as your heart, and your hands, are up to the task, so am I." All too proud and confident she seems now, but those who know her well also know that in the face of a challenge Maeve is liable to do anything. Backing down just isn't in the fiery redheads vocabulary.

Adelina leans foward a little and grins. She likes this girl. And so do her guards. But obviously not in the same way. One of them is even... is that drool?

Hearty laughter comes to Bendrik's lips, "Hardly" Is what he answers to Maeve's comment, then one, two, three, the last of his daggers seems to hit the board, neatly outlining the rest of her features, each in quick succession. He then moves forward and holds out a hand to Maeve, as if to assist her away from the board, "Everyone, please give the little miss a hand. No one can ever say she's got fear in her heart, from this day forth" Applauds seem to come from the crowd; some for the Accepted, some for the knifethrower. All the while, Ben's eyes glitter darkly.

Severan sits silently next to Sadi, smirking as he watches the performances of both the knife thrower and the Accepted.

Analee grins at Maeve, her confidence and pride no surprise to her fellow Accepted. She applauds for her friend and the knife thrower.

Caraline sits down at the Right Bleachers.

Raemira claps softly, something showing in her eyes, either pride or envy. The Amyrlin would never have gone up there, though not through fear, but through the fact she's an important figure. She leans next to Micana and murmurs quietly.

Aedigar applauds, his esteem for the Accepted going up.

Adelina applauds softly. Her guards are practically yelling in cheer. She throws them a look and they stop and sit down, folding their hands in their lap and looking smug.

Raemira mutters to Micana, "... for... could... as carefree."

Severan applauds the performance, although he doesn't try to draw much attention to himself. He whispers a word to Sadi.

Adriene smiles and claps lightly for Maeve.

Its not mildy... triumphant exactly that Maeve takes Bendriks hand to accept the applauds, flashing the knifethrowed a brilliant smile before curtseying with striking grace and ease. "My thanks for so kindly selecting me, you do have a sure hand indeed." Inclinging her head to the man she then strides back to her place, and the way she moves suggests that had she been up there herself it would not have been to throw knives, for all her boasting, but rather to dance as she seems to do so even when walking.

Sadi is definately impressed by Bendriks aim...but fer some reason she doesna seem quite so enthusiastic bout it.

Sadi nod nods to Sev.

Caraline smiles and applauds Maeve. She sits alone at the right bleachers quietly, away from most of the crowd, simply an observer not really overly enthusiastic about anything.

Micana watches the preformance closely, her eyes moving from one to the other, never losing note of the Accepteds usual posturings. She nods at something spoken to her by Raemira,

Maeve sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Trelaine sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Severan and Sadi move silently around to the back of the stage, Severan murmuring apologies to various people as he moves past various onlookers.

Raemira's eyes silently move to the latecomers, taking note of who they are and who had excorted them. She nods softly to them, pulling her cloak about her a bit more tightly, eyes going to the center ring. She offers Micana a small nod of the head.

Trelaine makes her way to the bleachers and curtsies with a blush before finding a place to sit and act very small, like a mouse.

Adelina turns to look at the next act, muttering to Nobreon softly as she does.

Diar watches Maeve come back, and his expression is a bit flat. Oh, he applauds with everyone else, but once she sits down he speaks in low tones. He mutters to Maeve, "... you... else... you... that... to... from... bosom, my..."

Caraline crosses her legs and smooths her skirt. While adjusting the position of the way her pouch hangs over her shoulder, she clears her throat softly afraid to disturb the performance. She brushes an annoying, small curl away with a hand and continues watching.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina says "Nobreon... What do you think so far?"

Analee is wearing an admiring grin as she leans over to Maeve. She mutters to Maeve, "That... eye... on you...." She winks.

Umbeknownst to those within the stands, a little bit of movement is along the rooftop of the guildhall. Very few pay attention to it, taking it as part of preparation for some act.

Trelaine blinks and glances at Diar curiously at the mutter, then looks back towards the front.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon smiles. "Impressive, are you going to go next?" His eyes twinkle.

Nobreon stops clapping for a moment to reply to Adelina.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina sniffs, "No. I don't like objects made of sharp metal flying at my body. Call it habit."

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon chuckles slightly. "Yes, but I'm sure he'd miss..."

Raemira lifts a brow at Diar's words, catching 'bosom' at just the wrong time. Her eyes narrow slightly, seemingly taking note of the couple sitting together, either that or trying to decide if she should be separating them.

Nobreon laughs softly at something Adelina said.

Adelina tilts her head and glares slightly at Nobreon before laughing herself.

Jelanna finishes scratching the puppy behind the ears and says with a smile to the older gentleman "Thank you for the rose, I need to be getting back to my party now." She gives 'Robby' a final petting and a playfully stern look and says "And you young sir, need to stay with your Master, and not traipse all over the theatre."

(From afar, Magrin clears his throat OOCly, "I'll take note of that and make sure said sharp object misses then."

Long distance to Magrin: Adelina laughs. Thanks. :) - Left this in because it was funny.)

Micana 's attention follows the direction of Raemira's. The glance moving as if to rest on each of those from the tower setting who are seated around the stands, observing them one by one.

Trelaine seems to get over her embaressment of being late easily enough as she relaxes, waiting for the next act, swinging her feet back in forth, as they don't touch the ground. Absently she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and nearly starts humming to herself, which she stops on the first note with a slight blush.

Morden exits the guild hall, entering the public arena.

From behind the stage, a rotund man in bright clothes makes his way towards the stage. He climbs up quickly, turning to the audience. "M'friends, the next act will be that of the Master Illusionist, Morden." He gestures grandly towards the guildhouse, from whence Morden comes.

Morden silently makes his way out of the guild hall carrying a small black case.

Aedigar mutters to Adriene, "... you would... fine... really... is stand... seem that..."

Morden dropped Stage.

Trelaine blinks at Morden and tilts her head to the side curious as to what a Master Illusionist does.

Bendrik moves off to the side, blending in with the crowd, as he watches Morden exit the building. He does not seem to be entirely welcoming of the other man's presence or 'act', but then again nothing had to say to become a member of the guild you had to get along.

Adelina inclines her head and turns her attention to this Morden... So do her guards, but one keeps glancing over at Maeve...

Almost always with an air of pride and confidence about her Maeve now seems to soak up the attention and with it further enhance these traits, her eyes gleaming bright with silver as they brush over the crowd and her lips curving into a slyly sensual smile, occasionally showing a glint of white as if the ferocity in her nature shines through as well.

Morden walks over to a smaller stage situated next to the center one. Not quite as large but certainly as impressive. It is situated where everyone can see. He climbs up onto the stage and sets his case down at the step. He looks out over the crowd

Ruhr enters the outside arena from the streets.

Cassandra enters the outside arena from the streets.

Ruhr arches an eye at the huge gathering and wonders...what is goin on..

Severan comes out from behind the main stage, moving along the shadows to a position by the side of the main stage, angled so that he can see Morden's act upon the other, smaller stage.

Caraline's eyes narrow for a moment at the new act, eyeing the Master Illusionist carefully. After a moment of careful inspection, she shrugs, most probably just nothing.

Morden smiles as he notes all the persons here. Yes this will be a tough crowd. "Good day to you all. I trust you are having an enjoyable evening? "

Cassandra looks around for a familiar face then waves to Nobreon once she spots him.

A brow lifts silently as Morden is announced. The Amyrlin turns her emerald eyes onto the man, keeping her gaze upon him, yet making certain to keep an eye on her students as well, and their comings and goins. About her, several Gaidin sit, protecting her and her Keeper, or attempting to in the open stands. A soft, black cloak rests on her shoulders, keeping her warm as she sits with a curious expression marring her otherwise calm features.

Aedigar glances down at his arm, or rather Adriene's hand on it. He looks back up at Adriene and looks about to say something as his attention is diverted to the stage.

Analee grins at the Illusionist, giggling slightly for no apparent reason. She seems to be rather tickled by everything today. Her eyes dart over the crowd, pausing for a moment on her other friends and then moving back to look at the man as he speaks.

Many of the crowd members nod eagerly. Some of the children speak up, "YEAH!" Of course, it's a pretty pathetic answer to begin with.

Trelaine blinks and looks around, not certain if that was a question meant for an answer or not, sooooo... she doesn't answer. Instead, she tilts her head to the other side and watches the man.

Nobreon just happens to catch Cassandra's wave. He gives a slight nod to her in reply.

Jelanna starts to make her way back towards the central beachers, after giving the old gentleman a wave goodbye. She gives the rose the occassional sniff as she walks, apparently the scent is rather intoxicating. She seems to be no hurry to be back under Aes Sedai or Accepted scrutiny so she takes her time.

Cassandra heads over to Lord Nobreon.

Adriene also turns to see Morden's performance and leaves her hand on Aedigar's arm.

Diar snorts faintly at the expression and the manner Maeve takes up as she sits next to him. Jealousy of some sorts, perhaps. As it is, he mutters something low under his breath before he speaks to her in particular. He mutters to Maeve, "... go?... you... with... his... offer... I... noticing...?"

Adelina is sitting next to Nobreon, watching the stage.

Again the Amyrlin raises a brow at something seen. She purses her lips together and frowns decisively, definitely making a note of the closeness between Aedigar and the new Novice.

Morden turns round and proceeds to take a long black cane out of his case. he looks to the 2 porcelin statues on either side of him. Considering as he also removes a black sheet from the case.

Caraline's glance strays from the show as she looks around the room, as if noticing everyone else there for the first time, those whom she is familiar with she smiles and gives a small nod to. She stops for a moment at all the activity going on at the centre row and watches something for a moment, almost in amusement, but in a matter of seconds her attention returns to the Master Illusionist and his display.

Raemira mutters to Micana, "... a closer watch on... should..."

Morden says "before I start I feel I should preempt the performance by informing all of you that none of what you are about to see is real, or at least it is not supposed to be."

Cassandra waits for Nobreon's nod before she sits.

Nobreon nods slightly to Cassandra with a smile.

Raemira quirks a brow over at Morden, tilting her head a bit. She nods silently, as if knowing about 'illusions'.

Cassandra sits down at the Left Bleachers.

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Adelina quirks an eyebrow and leans back. This should be interesting.

Magrin seems to smirk, eyes eyes darkening somewhat. Occassionally, he looks about the crowd, almost as if bored with this get up.

Severan watches Morden's actions closely from his place amidst the shadows of the larger stage. He eyes the man cautiously, a slight hint of mistrust in his emotionshifting eyes.

Morden can't help smiling at that as he accidentlly taps the pomel of his cane against the wood of the stage. All at once a thunderouse sound blasts through the stands as several large base drums sound at exactly that instant. Wake up call.

Micana nods to Raemira, the green eyes becoming slightly cold as they observe the pairing called to her attention. Her glance sweeps the stands again making careful note of the persons there.

Aedigar quickly glances around at the sudden loud noise.

Several crowd members jump, a few of them glancing around uncertainly.

Analee seems to note a degree of closeness between the newest Novice and a Trainee. She smirks, the closest to disapproval that her high spirits will allow, leaning over to the girl to comment. She mutters to Adriene, "Adriene,... better... fingers... before someone decides you're... entanglement and forbids you... him,... well as... chores... you... possibly... lifetime.... to..." Her attention is drawn away by the loud noise and she looks back at the stage.

Caraline frowns slightly at the suddent, overbearing noise. She doesn't seem fazed, though, and calmly turns to look behind her as if searching for the noise's source.

Morden says "I will be performing several illusions for you all tonight. Each is designed to lead into the next." He turns round and tosses the sheet over the porcelin staue of the man next to him. A split second later he removes it and a real man steps down off the pedistal. he repeats this action for the statue of the woman.

If the Amyrlin is startled, she shows no signs of it, keeping careful hold of her calm expression.

Maeve's bright gaze sharpens faintly, though that smile which curve her generous, deepred lips does not fade a fraction even as she glances at Diar quickly, then looks away again, back to the stage where Morden now prepares for his performance. She mutters to Diar, "I am quite... that... had... crowd yesterday... well.... I... Girithlin?..... he's... doubt that... noticed.... likely... the... to keep..." Her voice is sweetly soft, too much so for comfort.

Trelaine blinks, and blue eyes grow large at Morden's "thunderclap" so to speak. Her head is straight up and down now, but she keeps her eyes on Morden.

Mistrust seems to roll over Bendrik's features, a dagger twirling within his hands absently as he watches Morden perform his illusions.

Adriene jumps in startlement at the noise and quickly removes her hand, wether from the noise or Analee's comment can't be said.

Adelina continues to lean back, watching. She is intriuged.

Morden consults with them quietly for a moment and then his 2 assistants take positions at the back part of the stage. :Much better." he turns back aroud to the crowd and proceeds to clap his hands twice. At that moment 12 torches situated around the stage spark and catch fire seemingly by themselves.

Aedigar seems to loosen up a bit, not having been comfortable with a novices hand on his arm, but not knowing what to say and not offend her.

Jelanna stops in her forward progress as she hears the sounds of drums, briefly startled. She shakes her head slightly and continues onward, weaving her way through the crowds, back towards the central bleachers.

Arwen sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Severan can't help but smile at Morden's illusions. He moves a little bit closer for a better view, his shadow gliding along the ground with his movements.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon is in a whispered conversation with Cassandra.

Morden says "Fire. It's a wonderful thing really. So utterly simple and yet so complex all at the same time. Masters of my art have been struggling with it for centuries. Trying to get it to bend to their will. To a certain extent, I would say they have succeeded. he turns round and beckons ever so subtly to one of the torches on the wall which proceeds to jiggle around for a moment and then slowly it rises from its holder and floats actoss the stage to Morden's hand.

Raemira keeps her eyes on Morden, commenting quietly, She mutters to Micana, "... male channeler"

Trelaine blinks at all the torches and looks around to see the reactions of everyone else and nods happily to Arwen, seeing him finally arrive, then she turns back to the smaller stage.

Adriene stares with amazement as the torch floats in midair.

Arwen slips into the bleachers, a trifle late, a wry smile curving his lips before he nods at Trelaine with a smile, turning back to the stage. his for the record.

The crowds in the arena ooh and laugh, some in delight, some in nervousness as they witness Morden's illusion of fire. Scattered applause echo throughout the arena.

Morden looks the torch over for a moment and then proceeds to hold it up in front of him. He smiles up at the Aes Sedai as he over hears a bit of something. "I'm afraid not." With that said he proceeds to blow on the flame at the end of his torch and somehow...light only knows how it seems to slide off the torch until the flame seems literally to float in the air on its own. Ever so slowly it seems to take the form of a ball.

Trelaine blinks and turns around towards Raemira, then shrugs. She didn't hear what she heard she's sure.

Morden carefully puts the torch down so as not to disturb the delicate ball of fire looming before him...He reaches out to it taking it into his hand without being burned and proceeds ever so slowly to pass it between his hands.

Micana nods to something said to her.

Aedigar glances at the Amyrlin, wondering if he heard what he thought he heard

Sweetly does the Amyrlin smile at the man, however whether or not he be one is determined by the Tower and that alone.

Nobreon sighs and nods to Cassandra.

Severan catches a hint of a word from the stands. Suddenly looking a bit concerned, he makes his way towards the center bleachers.

Trelaine blinks /SEVERAL/ times at Morden now.

Morden says "It's wonderful isn't it? So contolable and yet so utterly chaotic?" With that said he slowly raises both his arms to his sides and one leg as well and with a woosh he rises off the stage balancing himself as he slowly rises into the air seemingly unaided"

At the Left Bleachers, Cassandra smiles at Nobreon. "Good."

Adriene turns and looks up towards the Amyrlin, unsure of what she heard. Fear spreads over her young face.

Diar frowns more darkly at Maeve's words, as he shifts again as he sits. He only watches the trickster out of ocasional distraction, and pays so little attention that hes in no way surprised or even registering the trickery. He mutters to Maeve, "Really?... all so very... I won't... Lets... watch..." With a huff he glares at (or through Morden), caught up in his own complaints.

Arwen chuckles, for no apparent reason, and tilts his head to watch the show once more, finger srising to brush through his locks.

Word passes slowly toward the other leachers and when it reaches Adelina's group her guards stiffen up and turn their full attention on Morden. Adelina quirks a brow again and leans back... Hrm.

Raemira nods absently to Micana, She mutters to Micana, "I'm... Sisters... to..."

Severan arrives at the foot of the center bleachers. Gazing up at those he can recognize as Aes Sedai, particularly Raemira, he begins making his way up towards them, being as quiet and unobtrusive as possible.

Analee ignores the Amyrlin's comment and watches the show with great curiousity and interest. If the man is what he may be, he is performing for the wrong people. If not, well, he certainly puts on a good show.

You sense Nobreon frowns. "Did you hear what I heard?"

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon frowns. He mutters to Adelina, "Did... hear... I..."

Micana leans forward and studies the illusion maker closer, her eyes narrowing and seeming very alert, though merely interested to those observing her, interested as many others are.

Aedigar watches the performance with genuine wonderment on his face.

Adelina glances over and nods, She mutters to Nobreon, "... I... But... I'm... if he... he... showing... of Aes Sedai no..."

Nobreon senses "Adelina glances over and nods, "Yes, I think I did. But don't worry. I'm sure if he was he wouldn't be showing it off like that. In front of Ase Sedai no less.""

Caraline blinks at the man's display. She hears the Amyrlin's comment but does not react...merely watches.

A brow quirks by the stands and Bendrik can't help but chuckle at the idea of what the Amyrlin has suggested. Slowly he shakes his head, looking as if he'd really like for that to be certain.

The overword words, and the following reactions, don't quite seem to startle Maeve at least, perhaps because she's still caught up in her conversation or rather bickering with Diar, even though she pretends to be watching the performance. "I will hear the rest of that later," she comments to him, a quick flash of a smile his way.

Morden hovers there for a long moment some 10 feet above his stage. he floats there and allows the little ball of fire to float around him. He helps it along for a little bit and then takes it back into his hand and proceeds to lob the ball of flame down at the stage. In an instant the couldren erupts into a plume of fire and smoke as the oil there ignites and sends fire pluming into the sky. Far enough away from the crowd to be safe of course. but Morden is not so lucky. the flames seem to flick over his boots as he hovers there over them

You sense Nobreon nods. "I suppose so, but its not something that one can stop worrying about."

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon nods. He mutters to Adelina, "I suppose... something... can stop... about."

At the Left Bleachers, Cassandra frowns slightly. "What are you two whispering about?"

Severan sits down at the CenterBleachers.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon forces a smile onto his face, but it is clearly fake. "Oh, nothing."

At the Left Bleachers, Cassandra frowns. "Very well."

Trelaine /REALLY/ blinks at Morden. That surely must hurt!

Jelanna finally reaches the central bleachers. She apologzies to several people as she makes her way up to her seat. She sits gracefully, adjusting her skirts around her as she takes her place.

Adelina looks up in time to see Lyren enter. The crowd is thick but she can always see her brother. She dispactes a guard to excort him to her.

Adriene has returned to watching the stage and gasps as the flames touch Morden.

Arwen simply watches, an eyebrow raised at the actions upon the stage. That's his only response.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina says "Finally."

Severan arrives next to the Gaidin surrounding the Amyrlin just as Morden lights the fires below him. He turns, his eyes widening a little. He mutters to himself, "You'd better not damage anything..."

Once again there is movement along the rooftops, but really it seems insignificant. Magrin rises from his seat and moves higher within the bleachers, as if to get a better look at the act.

Morden's 2 assistant go to work now at the back of the stage. You can't exactly see what theya re doing but they sure are doing something as the plume of fire subtly changes around and bgins to take form. First it becomes a tall pillar and then after a moment it proceeds to shape itself in the form of an hourglass...A hissing sound can be heard comeing from the stage as the mechanics of it rush to life. Those standing close enough can feel the roar of the wind as the machinery of the stage manipulartes it in some way..but also if they are watching they would see Morden slowly sinking. He lokks as though he is tryng to maintane altitude but he's failing...The flames seem to be catching to his pants as he sinks

Lyren enters, a little susprised at what he sees.

Sydnia sits down at the Left Bleachers.

Sydnia glides in quietly with a small group of retainers. She spots Adelina and makes her way over to her with a smile.

At the Left Bleachers, Cassandra smirks as she watches Morden. "The fool's going to get himself killed."

Severan arrives next to the Gaidin around the Amyrlin. His mouth forms words, but only a slight whisper seems to escape his lips. Some sort of voice projection technique, no doubt.

Adelina's guard, the one that was drooling over the Accepted earlier, makes it to Lyren and says to him in words muffled to the rest of the group, "This way."

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon chuckles at Cassandra's remark. "That he might."

Morden frowns as his pants catch fire and in a moment his jacket and shirt and before one knows it, Morden is burning. Every part of him seems to blaze as the oil smothered and dried into his clothing ignites. Strangely enough at that exact moment the fire beneath his dies out. He continues slowly sinking now looming there before you burning until he touches down on a raised platform oh his stage

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina says "At least if he does, he'll die climbing his own wall." What's this woman's thing with walls anyway? "Good day Sydnia. How nice to see you."

Lyren nods his head absently.. purposefully waiting a few moments before following after the guardsman. Soon enough, he's escorted to his stser's side.

At the Left Bleachers, Sydnia leans over to Adelina as she sits. "Looks very interesting, does it not?" She smiles.

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At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon raises an eyebrow and asks Cassandra. "Oh?"

Trelaine glances at Arwen, then shrugs her shoulders, shaking her head.

The 2 assistants wrap Morden in the cloth tightly. Round and round and round they go wrapping him upp all the more until he is quite unable to move his arms about. The tie the cloth off securely. One proceeds to attach a lock to it so it will not come undone while the other stoops over and attaches weights to Morden's legs.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina blinks. She had been so into the performance she missed what was said, "What was that?"

One of the men on the bleachers seems to move closer to the party surrounded by so many Cairhienin guards, attempting to blend in.

Lyren sits down at the Left Bleachers.

Analee rustles her skirts to get more comfortable on these hard bleachers. She takes her eyes off the illusionist only momentarily to monitor the bahavior of the Novices surrounding her.

At the Left Bleachers, Cassandra says "Oh, nothing. I was just saying Morden should not get himself killed until I'm done with him."

Trelaine glances again at Arwen and mutters quietly to him.

Severan glances at the Amyriln, wondering if she heard his projected whisper. He frowns a little, his attention shifting smoothly towards the stage. All he can do is shake his head as he watches Morden being bound.

Adriene sits focused on Morden, ignoring all those around her. She frowns and tilts her head as if trying to figure this whole thing out.

Morden looks to his 2 assistant and nods. They step away from him and in that instant there is a cracking sound and the floor beneath Morden gives way. He drops into a large tank of water which is quickly revealed as wooden planks fall away from it. Water still flows like a torrent UP ramps and dumps into the tank which Morden sinks to the bottom of like a rock.

Grey eyes, a silvery gleam remaining within them, briefly stray from the performance as Morden no longer illuminates the whole scene for himself and Maeve glances over at the newcommers, studying them with a hint of interest, Lyren more so than Sydnia, which isnt strange when it comes to her after all. She seems to enjoy making a point of overlooking Diar at the moment.

Trelaine hmmms and ponders. She mutters to Arwen, "No,... see... strings, and... flashpowder... that... mean... isn't there.... look... I've... in..."

Raemira mutters to Micana, "I... It might be a... thing to..."

Sydnia licks her lips thoughtfully as she watches the show, spreading her skirts about her gracefully. SHe barely smiles, looking slightly annoyed, though not at the performance.

The guard that liked Maeve so much looks at his Lord Lyren with envy at being noticed.

Raemira seems to lift a brow at Severan, nodding vaguely to his words,though whether or not other people beleive that is some other thing, "I am certain they are and I've seem others that can perform.... illusions." There seems to be hidden meaning in her wrods.

Micana 's glance seems to encompass the man speaking to Raemira. She straightens up and nods slightly to something said to her.

Arwen nods at Trelaine, quirking a brow curiously as he catches parts of the Aes Sedai's conversation, and shrugs, glancing around the performer.

Severan turns back to Raemira, nodding slowly. He gives her a small bow, the best which he can do while standing amidst a crowd in bleachers, and politely takes a seat a short distance away.

Morden struggles there in the water. Little bubbles can be seen escaping him as he fights the bonds. It seems like an eternity...but really only a minute so far as he suddenly leans down against the glass of the tank and throws his shoulder against it with all his might. A minute and a half now as his arm breaks free of the bindings

Ruhr sits down at the Right Bleachers.

Lyren seems oblivious to everything except his sister and the performance, for a moment. His gaze flickers over the sea of white dresses once or twice, then his eyes narrow at somehting.

Lyren mutters to Adelina, "... are... yourself?"

Lyren whispers "I hope you are enjoying yourself?"

At the Left Bleachers, Sydnia smiles at Adelina. "Quite enjoying the performance?"

Jelanna glances around at the various inhabitants of the bleachers. She seems to be trying to put names to faces as she recalls everyone who was introduced to her during her first days in the Tower. Shrugging, she abandons the effort and instead concentrates on the performance of the Illusionist.

After 2 minutes and 43 second Morden finally manages to reach up and pull the lever which opens the top of the tank. He surfaces for a breath now free of the bonds and proceeds to crack his shoulder back against the case. For a brief moment there is a lokk of pain in his eyes as he climbs out and lands back on the stage. His assistants quickly moving to him once again.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina smiles, "Yes I am. The knife trick was my favorite though. I could never do what that Accepted girl did. I do not like sharp metal objects flying at my body." She grins slightly and winks a Nobreon. She must have said that before.

Trelaine blinks a few times at Morden and leans towards Arwen again to quietly mutter, She mutters to Arwen, "Now, I wonder... he... free.... he's... a... his sleeve..."

Severan breathes a small sigh of relief. Having a performer injured or worse at a performance is never a good thing...

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon hides a smile at Adelina's comment.

At the Left Bleachers, Sydnia smiles, looking impressed. "Ah, I am sorry I was late. Little things kept me," she explains appolegetically.

Diar jumps in his seat a little at something perhaps at the resetting of Morden's joint. He scowls, however, at the man for some reason or other, and doesn't seem much bothered b yhow painful it all must be.

Arwen mulls, and nods. "I think so...if it were aught else..." He glances towards the crowd meaningfully, shrugging at Trelaine, his voice very quiet.

Micana focuses on the stage and continues to keep a cautious eye on others in the tower group.

At the Left Bleachers, Adelina nods, "It is quite understandable." She glances at her brother and doesn't mention his tardiness.

At the Left Bleachers, Cassandra stands, nodding with a smile. "Good night, Nobreon."

Morden looks to his assistants who wheel a small table next to him. On that table are several parchments with pictures of clothes on them. He thumbs through them and selects one. His assistants quickly take the scroll and open it all the way. An odd trick as it is about 6 feet in length. One climbs up on a step latter and holds it up. Morden steps behind it for not more than 5 seconds and then steps back out from behind it totally changed into new clothes. The only thing which would give any indication of past event is his wet hair.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon turns and looks at Cassandra. "Good night."

Trelaine keeps most of her attention, and her eyes on Morden and he performance. She shrugs back at Arwen. "Interesting," is all she says quietly.

Lyren smiles slightly at Adelina, then looks back to the show, though, more often than not his gaze strays to other members of the audience.

Cassandra rises and stands from the Left Bleachers.

Maeve slowly lets her hands slide down over her dress, seemingly to smoothen it out and she does end by letting slender fingers fuss for a little over the simple skirt, idly but with impeccable elegance. She mutters to Diar, "I... hope... to... watching... without... of... gave... detailed... it I..." Her voice is low, but the smooth and seemingly casual tone is apparent for anyone close to her. "I believe that evens things out, yes? Considering the... harbour I mean."

Cassandra makes her way down the bleachers and to the exit.

Morden smiles to his assistants and then to the crowd. "And now for my last trick of the evening."

Cassandra wanders away from the outdoor arena of the entertainer's guild, entering the streets of Tar Valon.

Severan blinks, suddenly interested in Morden's illusion. His eyes shift emotions furiously now, wondering what the man plans the wheel for.

Adriene seems particularly impressed by the quick change of clothes.

Analee leans forward in her seat to hiss in another Novice's ear. She mutters to Trelaine, "... that... needs... careful... whispering to in... of certain... Romantic entanglements, even... ones,..." She leans back in her seat again.

Caraline smiles to herself after making a mental joke about women and Morden's 'changing' trick. She looks on, waiting for his final act...

Morden smiles reassuringly to Severan has he moves to the massive wheel. it tilts up ever so slightly as he approaches it. You can see that it is made of metal and fashioned into the shape of a star. There are clasps arranged on it for his hands, feet and waist. Each clasp seems different but equally capable of restraining even the strongest of men.

Trelaine turns around and honestly blinks in confusion at Analee. She looks at Arwen, then looks at Analee, raising an eyebrow. "We were discussing the act, Accepted," she says then shrugs.

Raemira mutters to Severan, "Is..."

Adelina looks back at Morden, leaning slighly backwards. Her guards still seem interested in this man. And not just as an act. All but one. One still throws glances at Maeve.

Severan frowns slightly. He mutters to Raemira, "... me about... of his... seem... remember... Something he... moment,..."

Morden lays back on the table and holds out his arms and spreads his legs ever so slightly. His assistants quickly move next to him and begin securing him to the table.

Analee nods to Trelaine. "I know. But beware appearances."

Trelaine blinks a few more times at Analee in confusion, then shrugs again, shaking her head as she turns back towards the stage.

Raemira lifts a brow silently, She mutters to Severan, "... later..."

Severan grins, his eyes darkening a little as they follow Morden's every move. He mutters to Raemira, "... be... a conversation with..."

Trelaine raises her eyebrow now at Morden and is about to open her mouth to say something, then snaps it shut.

Ruhr watches Morden with a slight grin playing at the ends of her mouth

After a moment Mordens assistants step back and look to him for reassurance. After testing his bonds to see that theya re secure Morden gives them this assurance and they proceed to go to the rear of the stage. One of them pulls a crank and the other begins hefting a make shift wheel attached to the wall round and round in a circle. The alter Morden is on slowly begins to spin round and round. the curtains at the top of the stage pull away revealing a similar wheel on the ceiling spinning the opposite direction. Attached to it are 5 swords situated on the wheel to correspond with the clasps which hold Morden down

A brow quirks from Bendrik's direction, his eyes glittering darkly as he watches the swords intently. There is no doubt what he might be thinking.

Jelanna watches the performance with interest, her amber gaze taking in the details of the trick, perhaps trying to determine the means with which he hopes to accomplish the illusion.

Morden takes on a look of concentration as his mental clock behins ticking down. There is a loud clicking sound as a gear on the top wheel is tripped with each revolution and comes closer and closer to releasing the first of the swords.

Lyren winces slightly, then closes his eyes and rubs lightly at them.

Trelaine raises an eyebrow and frowns at the wheel on the ceiling, then looks towards some of the younger members of the audiance frowning.

At the Left Bleachers, Sydnia looks about at the others to see their reactions.

Adelina catches Lyren's wince and looks at him...

You whisper "You all right?" to Lyren.

Nobreon raises an eyebrow upon seeing the swords about Morden.

Ruhr is still grinning as she leans back in her chair...obviously enjoying the show

Lyren mutters to Adelina, "... not... me,... just a little..."

Lyren whispers "Yes... Do not mind me, sister. There is just a little too many people in here..."

Magrin's eyes glimmer in the candle light as he watches the performance. A semblance of a sneer seems to keep itself present on his featuers. Intently does he watch, though his attention seems to be split.

Aedigar merely shakes his head in response to Adrienes statement, not wanting to look away from the performance.

Morden proceeds to dislocate his thumb. This gives him just enough room to pull his hand free fom its bonds just as the final click sounds and the ciling lets go of the first sword. it lances down and slices into the stage right where his hand had been

Adelina nods very slowly. She mutters to Lyren.

Lyren senses "Adelina nods very slowly. "All right...""

Adriene gasps loudly at the sword just misses Morden.

Severan's eyes are a little wider than usual as he watches Morden, seemingly questioning whether the man is just talented or insane.

Diar lets go the surly look slowly, and finally gives a grudging nod to Maeve. He mutters to Maeve, "Yes,... suppose it does.... of... It... if it had been... ahead... time... he was... there,... for someone... spar..." He shakes his head faintly.. but does seem to loosen up somewhat, finally paying attention to the madmen dislocating various parts of his body...

Trelaine winces at Morden and screws up her features to form a disgusted face. SHe shakes her head and looks back towards Micana and Raemira, before returning her gaze to the performance. Blue eyes do not settle there for long, however, as she looks about, gauging the reaction of the children in the audience, shaking her head sadly.

Morden wastes no time as the wheel begins spinning even faster now...Click click click...A sword begins to losten from its spot on the ceiling. Morden quickly reches with his free hand and produces a small piece of metal which he proceeds to use to pick the lock which holds his other hand...WOOSH! another sword falls and goes straight for his other arm which he removes just in the nic of time. it smacks into the revolving table with a thud

At the exact moment when everyone's attention is drawn the the swords and other portions of Morden's act, something seems to happen......

Fooooosh, thwang! An arrow seems to hit one of the bleachers surrounding the nobles in the left hand stands.....

Fooosh, thwang! Thwang! Thwang! Three more arrows fly through the air, the direction obviously from the rooftops. A cry goes out into the crowd, coming from one of the patrons sitting nearby, hit true by one of the arrows.

At the Left Bleachers, Nobreon frowns. "And they let children see /this/."

Ruhr gasps in horror

Trelaine blinks! That sound wasn't coming from the stage! Trelaine spins around seeing first the arrows, then she looks around, trying to find their source.

Caraline turns swiftly to look where the arrows came from.

Sydnia screams as the arrows fall like rain, moving to hide from the arrows behind the bleachers.

Nobreon jumps to his feet and calls out. "Everyone down!" He then moves to cover Adelina.

Ruhr decides to hide from anything else deciding to fly through the crowd

Trelaine stands up halfway, to get a better view, not that she's tall enough that would help.

Magrin seems to move with almost lighting speed, a dagger in his hand as the arrows hit. Toward Adelina is it thrown, though it seems to miss, completely, hitting another of the patrons within the stands. As if realizing that he missed, he rises from his seat and attempts to jump from the stands, as if being a distraction from the rooftops.

Aedigar head wips around towards the bleachers where the nobles are and then to where the arrows came from

Ryder rides in and whinnies. Aeton dismounts, slapping her rear. "Go," he says, watching the horse ride out again. Aeton, in the meantime, looks around for a seat, extracting a small book from within his coat.

Ruhr rises and stands from the Right Bleachers.

The guard that was glancing and Maeve one last time suddenly falls backwards with a loud screamlike sound. The other guards jump up and Adelina appears to be... somewhat in shock.

Morden moves both his hands down now to his legs as 2 other swords begin to shake and tremble above him. they seem to fly over the locks picking them with practiced ease and urgent need. He opens the first without much trouble but the second seems to give him trouble. He curses ever so silently as his finger and the wire fumble with it and he opens it up removing his leg just in time to see cold steel replace it there on the table.

From atop the black mare, Aeton fogets about the book, ducking to the ground with a 'Blood and Ashes.'

Lyren looks up at the cry.. glancing around, then widening his eyes in alarm. Not taking much time to think, he grabs at Adelina, in an attempt to get her to the ground so he might shield her..

Caraline rises and stands from the Right Bleachers.

Arwen dives to the side and pulls Trelaine down as she rises higher, swearing under his breath as he sees the area go into panic. "Get down...Yurinar Gaidin...Light Blasted...this..."

Raemira seems to blink at the commotion, her eyes just catching what was going on, however before the Amyrlin can react, Gaidin are surrounding her and ushering her out of the area, leaving the students to the capable hands of the Aes Sedai.

Adriene screams in terror and tries to hide in the bleachers.

Severan moves quickly, down the bleachers. The arrows aren't flying towards him, but he crouches down anyway. "Flaming..." He moves towards his performers near the stage.

Severan rises and stands from the CenterBleachers.

The performance seems, despite the apparently dangerous act, only to have partly held Maeve's attention, and now that disappear as well as the rapidly spreading commotion reach her as well and she gets to her feet, her gaze fierce as it scans the crowd.

Adelina falls to the ground after a moment, Lyren and Nobreon pulling her down. ... The guard that liked Maeve so much has a arrow in his chest...

From atop the black mare, Aeton whistles, calling Ryder back. He leaps atop the horse, holding out his hand to the closest to him. "Come on!" he yells out, stretching his hand as Ryder whinnies, dancing nervously.

Trelaine blinks and slides down, hiding under the bleachers... Someone must have talked sense into her.

Aedigar realizes something is happening and a knife is suddenly in his right hand. He quickly tries to push Adriene and Analee out of the way, so they aren't in any danger.

A few more arrows seem to get thrown into the crowd, definitely from the direction of the rooftops. Just as quickly as the volley has started it stops, though a dark curse can be heard, obviously upset at missing the mark.

Caraline blinks for a moment, looking at everything that's happening with curiousity. She finally decides it best to take a place of cover.

Ruhr has a sharp balaned dagger in her hands ...sacanning the area as if tryin to find the culprit ...or maybe just a way to get out with out trouble

Morden doesn't even notice all the comotion. his mind is set on a singular purpose the lock which holds his waist to the table. he stares down at it concentrating as his hands work the latch. the table spins faster and faster and faster seemingly in pace with the chaos around him. For him it seems slow motion as the sword suddenly lets go of the ceiling and races down towards him

Around the arena, the crowds are panicked. Women scream, young children cry, and men try to protect their families or themselves. All look fearfully for the source of the arrows, some of them daring to run towards the gates of the arena.

Nobreon covers Adelina's head with one of his hands, he mutters softly to her. He mutters to Adelina, "Are you... hit..."

You sense Nobreon covers Adelina's head with one of his hands, he mutters softly to her. "Are you alright, did anything hit you?"

Rising up at the screaming, not havng heard the arrows in the crowd, Diar already pushes down Maeve as he turns and curses, eyes scanning the rooftop; one of his swords materializes in his hands. "Light blind Damned Cairhienins!" So gives the Andoran his opinion of the obvious assassination attempt. He makes sure Maeve stays put by not going anywhre himself.

Raemira wanders away from the outdoor arena of the entertainer's guild, entering the streets of Tar Valon.

Adriene continues to scream as she tries to burrow her way into the bleachers.

Ruhr hisses under her breath as she quickly gets her dagger away from view and then gathers some small children...safely escourting them away from the arena

Analee grabs at the Novices nearest her. "Stay near me, within my shield of Air. Keep calm!"

Lyren takes a small step, in front of Nobreon and Adelina now, facing the direciton the arrows flew from. He snaps back at Adelina's guards, "You fools! Get her out of here now!"

Aedigar calls to Adriene and Analee who are close to him, "Quick, get out of here."

Morden heaves a sigh of relief as the latch suddenly gives way and he is free. he lurches to the side not entirely out of the way as the blade prceeds to slice a paer thin cut straight through his jacket and shirt, missing him by only an inch.

Magrin continues to run underneath the bleachers, to escape. Commotion and confusion are his allies, even though he did chuck the dagger at the Noblewoman. The Aes Sedai he pays no heed, as if hoping the safety underneath will obscure him from view.

Ruhr calss out to some more chidren at the edge of a bleacher and then swooshes them out the nearest exit

Sydnia is surrounded by her guards, and, using them as a shield, she moves toward the exit.

Severan barks orders to his Guild members. "Get the apprentices inside! Knifethrowers, anyone else who can, get to the top of that building and /GET THOSE MEN DOWN/!" Men begin to rush into the building, making their way to the roof. He himself glares up at the top of the building, swearing silently to have the heads of any who bring harm...

Trelaine frowns slightly. "If this is some bloody joke..." Then she blinks, blushing. Realizing that 1) She said that out loud. 2) She swore, and 3) It's not a joke.

Morden just lays there for the longest of moments. That was too close. Suddenly he is snapped back to reality and he notes the panic around him. Light was it that bad. He slowly sits up and takes in the scene

Caraline glances for a moment at Morden. Even with danger, his act continues, she gives a small smile knowing that he is safe and makes a run for the area around Analee to hide behind her wall of air.

Adriene comes to some sort of sense and hides behind Analee, ignoring Aedigar completely.

Aedigar is looking around, trying to see if anyone is near him or the Accepted and novices that could harm them.

Analee motions for Caraline to run towards her, and pulls Adriene closer, straining to make the shield larger.

Jelanna sees the would be murderer trying to escape underneath the bleachers.

From atop the black mare, Aeton finds it hard to contain Ryder, even harder to find a path out through the mob. He looks up to the rooftops, shaking his head as he tries to spur Ryder towards the gates. Picks up a small girl along the way, crying and screaming, tears streaming from her face. She sits behind him as he tries to get Ryder to move.

Maeve scowls darkly at Diar as he drags her back down again, despite that its obviously the most sensible thing to do. She mutters to Diar, "I have... already,... close..." She lowers her voice, its firm, almost harsh suddenly, and her gaze is sharp as it slowly looks driftys over the crowd, trying to make sense of whats happening.

Nobreon motions to his guards. He then grins at Adelina. He mutters to Adelina, "... was a lovely... ought..."

You sense Nobreon motions to his guards. He then grins at Adelina. "It was a lovely performance but I think we ought to leave now."

Arwen shakes his head, grumbling to himself as he pulls a sword, standing beside some children and Trelaine, keeping his gaze wandering.

Magrin seems to escape with the flow of the crowd, though there is still the matter of the one man along the roof.

Ruhr decides to join the others behind a wall of something or another that is obviously protecting them....her usuall appearance of innocence is gone replaced by a dangerous glint in her eye...

Sydnia wanders away from the outdoor arena of the entertainer's guild, entering the streets of Tar Valon.

Morden rises not seemingly worried at all, but insanely curiouse. The beating of his heart is just now allowing his ears to hear. He glances around looking to the roof tops.

Adelina's guards finally get snapped into awareness and try getting Adelina out. One problem though. Adelina doesn't want to move. But after a moment she goes but she hisses at her brother in such a way that he knows she wants him to leave with her.

Frightened entertainer apprentices begin filing into the building, some crying, some glancing back in confusion as performers rush them into the common lounge of the building.

Jelanna acks as she looks down at a fletched arrow that suddenly appears in her shoulder. Blood quickly blossoms from the wound as she is knocked backward from the impact of the shot.

Ruhr notices Mordens train of site and follows it...looking for the assasin

Caraline keeps running, head down as an arrow barely misses her, tearing her skirt. She manages to stay by Analee as her gaze falls on the mounted man and crying girl.

Aedigar moves towards Analee, he motions towards the exit. "We need to get out of here quickly."

Ruhr runs quickly over to Jellanna grabbing her arm and urges her to the nearest door

A top the roof of the Entertainers' Guild, men in clothes from nondescript to brightly colored can be seen chasing after the archerassassin, a few screaming at him as they rush him with knives bared.

Micana says "shields and get to safety." She speaks in terse tones, moving closer to the group. "stay together, overlap shields" She gestures to a weak spot overhead. Once spotting that the others are as safe as they can be made in the milling crowd her eyes rise to the rooftops. a flash of anger making green eyes blaze at those who would endanger her charges in such a milling crowd."

Nobreon gives Adelina a firm shove as their combined guards shield them. He mutters to Adelina, "He's a... Now..."

You sense Nobreon gives Adelina a firm shove as their combined guards shield them. "He's a big boy, he can take care of himself. Now /move/!"

Analee curses like a sailor as she stands, one hand on Adriene's dress, pulling her along. She moves to catch Caraline under her shield and moves toward the exit as she can.

Trelaine hides between the bleacher and the rooftops thinking, she /IS/ small enough to do that after all, then she starts shimmying towards the end of said bleachers. If anyone's going to follow, let them, if not, they're loss.

Jelanna is half collapsed, the blood from the arrow staining the pristine white of her dress.

The guards move closer around Adelina. One of them even glances back at their dead friend. She still doesn't want to leave her brother... but she's going.

The archer seems to run across the rooftops with a careful agility. It seems to be a practiced motion, however despite that fact the eentertainers know the roof better.

Aedigar now has two knives, one in each hand, although what he can do with them in this crowd and with no targets is beyond him. However, his only concern is those from the Tower.

Adriene clutches at Analee and stumbles along behind her, trying to keep up.

From atop the black mare, Aeton murmurs, his voice lost in the crowd, 'So much for that..' Looks back at the girl and pats her hand, smiling. Cries out to Ryder, and she launches forward, bounding out of the gates. He glances back inside as he visibly drops the girl, just out of the gates.

Ruhr seems to try to pick her up...but the wieght of the novice...as small as she is...is to much for Ruhr

Child has arrived.

Severan's eyes are a blazing inferno, not one positive emotion touching them, now. He stands for a moment, thinking. "Where would a man think to escape to..."

Caraline looks up with concern at those wounded. She points. "Analee, that girl, that's what they must be after. We have to save her!"

Lyren starts moving only once he sees that Adelina's on her way with a decent human shield set up about her. Still facing the rooftops, he sets off after her..

Ryder wanders away from the outdoor arena of the entertainer's guild, entering the streets of Tar Valon.

Aedigar wips his head to where Caraline points.

A muffled cry emerges, and Arwen swears mightily, "Bloody insane git..." He follows, still swearing under his breath.

Morden moves in a bewildered fashion back to his stage and takes a seat there. None of this is any of his affair, but it is neat to watch.

Jelanna tries to come along with Ruhr, but the bleeding seems to be increasing, and she appears to be about to faint.

On the rooftops, the knifethrowers and other weaponwielding members of the Guild still chase the archer. One of them, an acrobat with a knife in each hand, is pulling ahead of the rest, gaining on the archer.

Trelaine looks behind her and sticks her tongue out at Arwen. "I'm not staying here, you want to stay here, fine!" Then she continues on her way.

Analee snags Caraline's dress in her other hand, pulling Adriene with her. "Just bloody get your bloody self under my bloody shield! Someone will fetch the bloody girl!"

Ruhr give up on carrying her and tries to dragg her under the nearest bleacher....to where trelaine is...she call for some help also

Aedigar turns to Analee, "I shall get the child, try to get the others out of here safely"

The guards continue to surround Adelina as they make an exit. She keeps trying to glance back and make sure her brother is coming as well... when she sees he is she allows the guards to move faster.

Micana says "Trainees to the novices. Get Jelanna to the infirmary. Diar, let Maeve move with the others to make a better overlapped shield."

Beam upon beam does the archer run, as if it were a race for his life. He tries to double back, going around a particularly low section of the roof, but slips and falls.

Alucard has arrived.

Nobreon stays right beside Adelina, constantly pushing her onward.

Caraline resists for a moment and blinks at Aedigar, usually used to doing things herself. She nods slowly. "..." What was his name? Oh yes, "Aedigar...make sure she gets out alive..." She frowns as Analee drags her backwards to the door. "I just have this feeling..."

Ruhr calls to a trainee and says...you heard her we have to get her to an infirmery

Adriene continues to stay with Analee. Uncontrollable tears run down her cheeks.

Alucard sits down at the Right Bleachers.

Aedigar makes his way to the child, which isn't easy among the mob, but he finally makes it.

Lyren turns so he can keep up with Adelina and Nobreon, his sword remaining undrawn... not much use ina situation like this.

Analee moves forward some, dragging her Novices with her to the point where Jelanna lies. She shoves them down some, not letting go of them. "Pick her up and drag her. Just each take an arm!"

Aedigar rises and stands from the CenterBleachers.

Analee rises and stands from the CenterBleachers.

Adriene rises and stands from the CenterBleachers.

Arwen sits down at the CenterBleachers.

Adelina's guards make it to the exit and they get out.

Jelanna is drifting in and out of consciousness at this point, the arrow still sticking out of her shoulder a grim reminder of the what was attempted this dark day.

You wander away from the outdoor arena of the entertainer's guild, entering the streets of Tar Valon. Nobreon, Lyren, Ruhr, Analee, Jelanna, Adriene, Caraline, Ruhr, Trelaine,Arwen has arrived.

On top of the roof, the acrobat seems to be about to finish the archer, who is hanging by his fingertips onto the roof. Behind him, a gleeman stops him. "Keep 'im alive for questioning..." The acrobat nods, pulling the man up. As he does, a knifepoint is pressed smoothly against the wouldbe assassin's back.

Caraline seems shaken, no tears, but she's definitely afraid...she keeps looking around her, looking for enemies. Paranoia has set in.

Trelaine comes walking out of the guild, not in a rather hurried manner, she's more curious about seeing how the pursuit is going.

Adelina's guards keep moving, toward the Osendrelle Square.

Analee points. "Get Jelanna back to the Infirmary immediately. Arwen, help them!" THere is urgency in her voice.

Maeve has arrived.

Nobreon stays with Adelina, his guards assist her's in protecting them.

Diar has arrived.

Arwen is stalking, m than aught else, his words inaudible as he grumbles under his breath, a few words slipping out. "Sharding assassin...here.../VALON/..."

Ruhr tells Jelanna to take care and not to let that arrow keep her down for very long

Caraline picks Jelanna up slowly. She can't do it all by herself but she manages to move her along the road.

Ruhr moves to Caraline's side to help anyway

Adriene moves to assist Caraline, she grabs one of Jelanna's arms.

Analee slips her arms under Jelanna to help carry her. "WHat I wouldn't bloody give to be able to bloody Heal!"

Caraline says "I need HELP! Someone please! This novice..." She looks at the blood... "Oh light!...""

Jelanna is being half drug along, now fully unconscious and the blood from the shoulder wound seems to have no end.

Micana has arrived.

Aedigar has arrived.

Adelina's continue toward the Square, almost there now... Adelina keeps trying to glance and make sure Lyren is nearby...

Ruhr utters out something along the lines of blood and bloody ashes

A stream of people runs this way and that, making the groups moving more difficult, the shield necessary to buffet and slice a way through it. Screaming can be heard still, people falling causing chain reactions which sends others falling. Chaos still reigns.

Nobreon keeps goading Adelina. "Move! He can take care of himself."

Adelina moves...

You walk down the street, entering Osendrelle Square.

Nobreon strolls into Osendrelle Square from the northwest, leaving behind Luadge Street.

Adelina's guards continue toward SouthHarbor Road... but she stops. She can't see Lyren anymore...

Lyren strolls into Osendrelle Square from the northwest, leaving behind Luadge Street.

Adelina sighs with releif as she sees her brother and they move again. Toward SouthHarbor Road

You walk to the south, heading for SouthHarbor Road.

Nobreon walks in from the north, turning from Osendrelle Square.

Nobreon frowns at Adelina. "Just keep moving, he'll catch up."

Lyren walks in from the north, turning from Osendrelle Square.

You walk to the south, turning onto Alindaer Drive.

Nobreon enters from the north, turning from SouthHarbor Road.

Lyren enters from the north, turning from SouthHarbor Road.

Stable Yard: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon

Nobreon comes into the Stable yard via the gate from the street outside.

Nobreon frowns darkly. "Are you sure your room is safe?"

Lyren comes into the Stable yard via the gate from the street outside.

Adelina glances at him, "No windows. The door can be guarded. Of course it's safe."

You walk inside from the Inn's front porch to arrive at: Common Room: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon

Nobreon comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Nobreon nods slightly. "Alright, let's get there then."

Adelina still waits for Lyren. No matter what she's not leaving her brother.

Lyren comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

You climb up the wooden stairs to arrive at: Upstairs Hallway: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon

Nobreon arrives at the second floor, having climbed the wooden stairs from below.

Nobreon frowns. "Which room?"

Adelina hisses slightly and moves toward it, throwing the key to a guard. "You should know. You bought it for me." She has forgotten about the "dream."

You leave Upstairs Hallway: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon to arrive at: Adelina's Room: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon

Nobreon comes through the wooden door, arriving here from Upstairs Hallway: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon.

Nobreon shakes his head and frowns. "I did no such thing!"

Adelina shakes her head, "Yes you did you bloody fool." She looks at the guards. "Go now. One of you go get Maron. The others guard the Inn."

Nobreon motions at his men. "You heard her, GO!"

The men run.

As soon as they are gone Adelina's knees fall out from under her... She starts to shake all over... At least she held the reaction for this long.

Adelina shivers slightly and is able to say a, "I'm uninjured..."

Nobreon frowns and doing the only thing that comes to mind wraps Adelina in a hug. "Its alright. You're safe now."

Lyren comes through the wooden door, arriving here from Upstairs Hallway: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon.

Adelina pulls out of Nobreon's hug, still shaking from where she collapsed on the floor. "I know I'm safe..." She mutters... She looks up as Lyren enters, relief washing over her again.

Lyren enters, a rather dark look clouding his features.. "I should have known.. ' he keeps muttering.

Adelina stands up and moves slowly over to him, "It's not your fault..." She reaches to hug him.

Nobreon moves aside from Adelina. "I'm glad to see you are both safe."

Lyren returns the hug willingly, but shakes his head.. "No... I could see it, Adel... I should have known.." He doesn't seem to have registered Nobreon's presence. Lyren in fact seems a little bit out of sorts..

Nobreon smiles at Lyren and Adelina, he turns his head to look away.

Adelina makes a shushing sound, "It's alright. I'm safe. You're safe. That's what matters." She runs fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him. ... She says to Nobreon with out looking at him, "Could you leave me with my brother a minute?"

Nobreon looks back on hearing himself addressed. "Oh of course." He quickly leaves the room.

Nobreon departs through a wooden door that leads to Upstairs Hallway: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon.

Lyren doesn't seem like he wants to let go, seeming very much the vulnerable boy Adelina raised almost on her own.. "'Del.. I should have known. There were so many people there, I just couldn't make sense of anything.."

Adelina makes more shhing sounds, "I know... I know... But 'Ren... It's not your fault...." She kisses him lightly on the forhead. "I think you should lay down and rest... we will talk about this when we have all calmed down."

Lyren nods his head slightly, pale and shaking slightly.. "I.. think that might be best. Though I fear what dreams my sleep will bring tonight.."

Adelina moves him over to her bed, "Whatever happens I will be right here beside you. No matter what. That I swear."

Lyren smiles weakly, not protesting in the least.. "I know... but... You need your sleep too, sis. I should go to my room."

Adelina shakes her head, "No, you lay down." She practically pushes him down if needed.

Lyren sighs resignedly.. "I.. light, I am going to need some more practice at this.." Reluctantly, he gives in, but only because he can't refuse her anything. At least, not very much.

Adelina smiles and runs fingers through him hair again, "I know... Maybe in a few years you'll start to understand them more... For now just treat it as the gift it is." She kiss him again on the forehead. "Now go to sleep."

Lyren nods his head, laying back on the pillow... "Maybe... I will.. Thanks, 'Del."

Adelina smiles and watches, "Have pleasent dreams... my sweet, little brother."

Lyren smiles back up.. "I love you, sis... see you tomorrow."