Weaving practice for an Accepted ---&RPaward

[Nevirha]

Nevirha meets with Accepted Lois to learn how she's been doing with her weaving after watching an Illuminator's show.

POV: Nevirha
Main character: Nevirha
Main character: Lois
Minor character: Kordin
Minor character: Taziar
Minor character: Millana
Minor character: Callesa
Minor character: Ominas
Minor character: Jocelyn

Meeting Room of the Gray Ajah
Large, leaded glass windows surround the room on all sides, save the
southern where a large doorway leads out into a antechamber. The room
itself is dominated by a large wooden table around which sits at least
fifty matching chairs, something close to a record for the White Tower. In
the middle of the table are an assortment of unused parchments, quill pens
and stoppered ink jars. A small stand off to one side of the room holds a
large number of glass cups and a large pitcher of chilled water. An
inscription in fine lettering is etched upon the windows.
[ obvious exits: E ]
Zone: White Tower Upper Floors
Door east: door
A large round table built from black oak dominates the center of the room.
A silver-haired Aes Sedai sits here, reading.
A Gray Sister walks here, considering her options.
Annoura Larisen is here, weighing your words.

Nevirha says 'Annoura, we need more chairs'

Annoura Larisen glances around the room.

Annoura Larisen says 'Yes, it does appear we are short a few for this meeting.'

Annoura Larisen steps out, then returns with an Accepted following close behind.

Annoura Larisen looks over her shoulder at the girl.

Annoura Larisen says 'Child, help us move some of these chairs around the table.'

A dutiful Accepted curtseys gracefully. 'Yes, Aes Sedai.'

Lois tells Nevirha 'Certainly!'

A dutiful Accepted grabs a chair and quickly moves across the room.
A dutiful Accepted drops a stout oaken chair.

A dutiful Accepted makes her way towards another and shuffles it into place.
A dutiful Accepted drops a stout oaken chair.

A dutiful Accepted avoids making eye contact as she lifts another chair.
A dutiful Accepted drops a stout oaken chair.

A dutiful Accepted gets a last chair and sets it with the others around a large table.
A dutiful Accepted drops a stout oaken chair.

A dutiful Accepted dips into a final curtsy and leaves with haste.

Lois has arrived from the east.

Lois curtseys before Nevirha.

Nevirha gestures at the doors with her hand.

The door silently swings shut and lock with a soft *click*.

l lois

The olive skin of her arms visibly crisscrossed with various battle scars from a misspent youth in
the Rahad, this willowy young woman walks with an obvious limp.

Lois is in excellent condition.
Lois is healthy.

Lois says 'Greetings, Nevirha sedai'

Nevirha says 'On second though, let us skip the tea and take in a little treat, shall we?'

Lois gives you a cup.
Nevirha stands up.

Nevirha beckons Lois to follow her.

Lois says 'Ah.'

Lois says 'Of course.'

Lois starts following Nevirha.

Nevirha gestures with her hand.

The door smoothly swings open.

<<Moving through Tower>>

Nevirha says 'Mother has brought an illuminator into town.'

Nevirha smiles kindly.

<<Moving to Tower Square>>

Tower Square
This side of the square is the southern section of the Tower Square.
In the center is the walled off White Tower. To the south a large
boulevard opens up leading to the Southharbor. To the north you see
the southern gate of the Tower grounds. The square continues east
and west.
A large banner rests here, depicting a map of Tar Valon.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: Tar Valon
A marble bench, flecked with gold and bronze, adorns the floor.
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
An elaborately sculpted marble fountain splashes merrily.
A stout wooden barrel stands nearby.
Taziar Medakan, heir apparent to House Medakan is standing here.
A gleeman is here, wearing a cloak of different colored patches.
Millana the Fledgling Novice is standing here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
Callesa the Elder Sister is standing here.
An avid Illuminator stands here gripping a pouch of black powder.
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail.
Master Kordin al'Dendarii is standing here.
Lord Ominas Crowe is standing here, riding a warhorse.
Jocelyn Aerins is standing here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
The Tar Valon town crier stands here, spreading the news.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
Lois has arrived from the north.

Kordin says 'Cat Crosses the Courtyard.' as he bends the right wrist to bring the tip of the blade
towards his left ear, and then raising it over his head while gripping it with his left hand.
Another thundrous poping sound heralds the next display, twinkling lights of blue and green which
take the shape of a long-necked bird amidst tall grass.

Kordin suddenly straightens his arm and wrist to full extension in a swift slicing motion. The tip
of the blade follows a large arc, utilizing the weight of the entire sword, producing an audible,
shap whisting sound as it cuts the air.
Ominas tries to mimick Kordin's movement, happiness plain on his face.

Nevirha whispers to Lois 'I'm sure it's a rare enough treat for an Accepted to see such a show.'

Ominas runs around the square, his eyes on the sky.

The River Lady has arrived at the docks.

Kordin declaims 'Heron Wading in the Rushes!'

Lois curtseys before Callesa.

Lois curtseys before Jocelyn.

Jocelyn smiles at Nevirha.

Kordin releases the left hand's grip on the handle, slowly moving the sword to the side with his
right hand. His left hand going back, towards the sheath. The sword tip pointing directly to his
right, parallel to the ground.

Kordin bends at the elbow and brings the right wrist towards the temple, loosening the grip on the
handle. The sword dips a little as it's turned away and behind the body. A cacophonous series of
whizzes and crackles see the next scene coalesce even as the depicted heron makes wing for flight.
The heron resolves itself into another bird, this one with a fish made of constellated pinpricks of
light already disappearing down its gullet.

Kordin swings the blade counterclockwise and thightens the grip on the handle. The sword snaps
downward in a circular motion, the weight carried in the arc. He brings his left foot forward as the
sword is put in motion. When the sword tip reaches the outside line of the right foot, his left food
stops next to it.

Kordin says wistfully 'The Kingfisher Takes a Silverback.'

Lois whispers to you, 'It is a rare treat indeed!'

Ominas runs around the square, his eyes on the sky.

Kordin scans the crowd and says, almost whispering, 'And finally...Sheathing the Sword' His arms
wide open, sword and sheath in each, pointing downwards. Two men, each roughly the span of a goodly-
sized inn, dance across the night sky, swords cascading comets with tails of red and gold as they
cross each other.

Lois gasps in astonishment.

Kordin looks up at the display the men, as one opens himself for attack and the other lunges forward
with his sword. They join into one single image that rotates wildly in the sky, emitting sparks of
light that carom like pinwheels.

Callesa glances from one wonderful effect to another and back

Kordin bows his head and sheaths the sword, as one more firework launches into the sky above and
pierces the swordfighting display, exploding with a thunderous sound, yet no sparks or flames are
seen. The whirling lights of crimson and gold stop on a dime as if suddenly frozen.

Kordin says 'Ladies and gentlemen, Illuminated Sword Forms of the Blademasters!' Little motes of ash
drift toward the ground as the lights in the sky finally pale.

Millana stares on, jaw hanging wide open in amazement.

Ominas explodes with whistles and cheers.

Nevirha walks quietly to the edge of the fountain and takes a seat, looking to the skies.

Kordin bows deeply, traces of soot falling from his coat onto the ground.

Lois explodes with whistles and cheers.

Taziar cheers for Kordin, causing quite a ruckus.

Millana claps approvingly.

Kordin says 'This concludes my event, thank you!'

Taowyn has arrived from the south.

Millana explodes with whistles and cheers.

An avid Illuminator gets out a ledger and a fine quill.

Ominas howls triumphantly.

Taowyn leaves west.

Jocelyn gives a round of applause.

Taowyn has arrived from the west.

Callesa gives a round of applause.

Lois looks around smiling with ash in her dark hair.

Ominas says 'Excellent show Lord Kordin!'

Ominas says 'Absolutely amazing!'

The loud peals of a handbell echo through the streets.

Someone bellows 'Hear ye, hear ye!'

A bellman bellows 'Relena reports that all novices should be at their chores'

Taowyn leaves west.

Millana curtseys gracefully.

Millana says 'I must run, thank you so much!'

Jocelyn says 'Thank you Master Kordin, your show was quite delightful.'

Nevirha stands from the fountain and brushes off her skirts.

Kordin says 'You are welcome Jocelyn Sedai'

Callesa says 'I love how each Illuminator has their proper style, and all are awesome.'

Nevirha says 'A shame Accepted Lois and I came in so late.'

A Domani razor flickers its ears.

Nevirha says 'But well done indeed.'

Kordin smiles at Nevirha.

Ominas says 'Yeah I love it'

A warhorse cocks its head up sharply.

Ominas says 'It's always fun to see them work their craft.'

Callesa nods in agreement.

The sun casts a golden glow over the city. Starting tic timer.

Shiver has arrived from the east, riding a Domani razor.

Shiver leans back, cleaning his nails with a knife.

Taziar snaps to attention and salutes Shiver.

A sailor has arrived from the south.

Ominas kneels solemnly before Shiver.

Shiver snaps to attention and salutes Taziar.

Ominas says 'Lord Shiver.'

Callesa beams a smile at Shiver.

Shiver beams a smile at Ominas.

Shiver says 'Lord Gaidin'

A warhorse lays its ears flat against its neck.

Kordin claps Shiver on the back.

Ominas says 'Lord Shiver, tell us of the Great Game.'

Jocelyn says 'Hopefully there will be a rise in the appearance of Illuminators and Gleeman, that
would be quite excellent indeed.'

Shiver says 'Lady Aes Sedai'

Ominas says 'How are things in Cairhien?'

Kordin nods at Jocelyn.

Shiver says 'Shhh . . we play in secret.'

Nevirha is already standing.

<<Walking back to the Gray Ajah wing>>

Meeting Room of the Gray Ajah
Large, leaded glass windows surround the room on all sides, save the
southern where a large doorway leads out into a antechamber. The room
itself is dominated by a large wooden table around which sits at least
fifty matching chairs, something close to a record for the White Tower. In
the middle of the table are an assortment of unused parchments, quill pens
and stoppered ink jars. A small stand off to one side of the room holds a
large number of glass cups and a large pitcher of chilled water. An
inscription in fine lettering is etched upon the windows.
[ obvious exits: E ]
Zone: White Tower Upper Floors
Door east: door
A chair made of red oak rests next to the table. [4]
A large round table built from black oak dominates the center of the room.
A silver-haired Aes Sedai sits here, reading.
A Gray Sister walks here, considering her options.
Annoura Larisen is here, weighing your words.
Lois has arrived from the east.

Nevirha sits down on a stout oaken chair.

Nevirha gestures at the doors with her hand.

The door silently swings shut and lock with a soft *click*.

Nevirha says 'I hope you enjoyed the show, Accepted.'

Nevirha smiles kindly at you.

Nevirha says 'Now, perhaps we can have that tea.'

Lois says 'Very entertaining...reminds me of seeing smaller and less impressive versions of it in
the Ebou Dar harbor.'

Lois says 'With your leave, Nevirha Sedai...I've been working on something.'

Nevirha senses Lois connecting to the True Source.

Lois concentrates.

Lois watches in wonder as the tea in her hands warms up slightly.

Lois gives you a cup.

Lois smiles happily.

Nevirha nods, appraising your weaving.

Nevirha says 'Very good, Accepted.'

Lois says 'Would not believe how many cups I blew up before that worked out properly, Nevirha
Sedai.'

Nevirha arches her brow.

Lois says 'Please tell me it still tastes like tea...'

Nevirha says 'I'm sure Mistress Laras was not very pleased with that...'

Lois breathes a sigh of relief.

Nevirha smiles slightly. 'Yes, it does still taste like tea.'

Lois says 'Ah, yes...'

Nevirha says 'Now, walk me through the weaves you made.'

Lois says 'The trick I had been missing was a small containing weave of air to contain the air that
I was heating up around the cup, Nevirha Sedai.'

Lois says 'As a result, too much air was heating up previously, causing the cups to give in...also a
small weave of earth to reinforce the cup itself.'

Nevirha says 'Very clever, child.'

Lois says 'There are probably simpler ways to do it, but I did not want to weave on the tea or water
itself, to preserve flavor.'

Lois blushes.

Nevirha says 'What other weaves have you been experimenting with?'

Lois says 'Thank you, Nevirha Sedai.'

Lois thinks hard.

Lois says 'Well...'

Lois rubs her arms and you catch a glimpse of scars below her sleeve.

Lois says 'As a Gray, I am sure you are familiar with some aspects of life in Ebou Dar...'

Nevirha looks at your scared arms impassively. 'I am, yes.'

Lois says 'Well, I grew up in the Rahad and picked up all manners of little nicks and scars and...'

Lois taps on her left leg.

Lois says '...this bum leg.'

Nevirha says 'Though it seems like you may have been a bit on the feisty side, even for an Ebou Dari...'

Lois smiles happily.

Lois says 'My father eventually found himself a job as a swordmaster for a minor noble house, but
before that, it was some lean years in the Rahad.'

Lois says 'Anyways...'

Nevirha says 'We cannot blame a girl for making a life for herself as she must.'

Lois says 'I considered studying healing weaves to see if there was something I could do for
others.'

Lois says 'Since we cannot weave on ourselves.'

Lois says 'In the manner of healing.'

Nevirha says 'At least there are not those types of hard times in the Tower. More than enough to eat
here.'

Lois nods in agreement.

Lois says 'I don't regret it...I miss being able to fight as I used to with the blade, but I think
injuring myself badly enough to be less useful in a fight was a blessing in disguise.'

Lois says 'It taught me to look else where in my arsenal and that sometimes the best weapon for the
job is not a blade.'

Nevirha says 'I believe your life has a greater purpose now.'

Lois nods in agreement.

Nevirha says 'So you are thinking of joining the Yellow, child?'

Lois says 'Diplomacy can be just as potent as a sword is the conclusion I've come to after my
initial studies, Nevirha Sedai.'

Nevirha says 'Or perhaps the Gray?'

Nevirha arches her brow slightly.

Lois smiles happily.

Lois says 'I still have much to learn before I come to my side of that decision, Nevirha Sedai. I
would not presume I have learned enough to even say that much yet!'

Lois says 'For now, I am keeping my horizons a bit broad and soaking in as much as I can.'

Lois says 'I believe all of the Ajahs have plenty to teach me and I am trying to connect each Ajah's
teachings to my life, hoping that my past can guide my future. '

Nevirha nods, saying, 'A good strategy for where you are in your studies.'

Lois says 'There's a part of me, as I mentioned, that yearns to heal so that other men and women do
not have to bear the scars that I do.'

Nevirha says 'Now, tell me more about these weaves you have been practicing...'

Nevirha says 'What else have you learned?'

Lois says 'So far, I have been primarily utilizing air and fire weaves.'

Lois says 'And by weaves, I mean one particular one...'

Lois says 'It gets dark so early and I am a bit of a night owl.'

Lois says 'So I often find myself reading late into the evenings.'

Nevirha senses Lois connecting to the True Source.

Nevirha senses Lois is channeling saidar.

Lois fails to pull together whatever flows she was trying to weave.

Nevirha senses Lois is channeling saidar.

The room becomes brighter as Lois creates a ball of light above her hand.

Lois smiles happily.

Lois says 'It's simple, I know, but it has helped me learn so much more by utilizing the evening
hours.'

Lois concentrates and the light ball grows narrower and more focused.

Lois says 'And I can read without bothering the other girls that are sleeping.'

Nevirha senses Lois connecting to the True Source.

Lois says 'That is my favorite one so far.'

Nevirha remarks, 'Perhaps a future Brown...'

Lois smiles happily.

Nevirha takes a sip of her tea.

Lois says 'The Browns are remarkable in their knowledge and specializations. Why, I believe they
even have their own cartographer!'

Nevirha says 'I certainly hope you can make more weaves than what we teach the novices.'

Lois says 'If that is my path, I hope I have not been hit in the head too many times to join their
ranks.'

Nevirha says 'You should be stretching yourself now that you are an
Accepted.'

Lois nods in agreement.

Lois says 'Well, I'm not sure if you've heard...'

Nevirha says 'Always with safety, of course, but you know enough of the One Power so that you may learn
more complicated weaves.'

Lois says 'But the other day, a trolloc managed to wander on to the Tower grounds. '

Nevirha sits back in her chair, looking at you closely.

Lois says 'I, of course, fled bravely to the Warders' practice yard.'

Nevirha shakes her head slightly. 'The Dark One must be stirring for a trolloc to be so bold.'

Lois says 'But the harrowing experience inspired me to put some effort into learning some weaves
that can be used defensively.'

Lois looks grim.

Lois says 'I had the same thought...and that's why I see a part of me that would perhaps like to
study under the Greens as well.'

Lois says 'Before long, it may be necessary for me to join the fight to push back the Dark One.'

Lois says 'Anyways...'

Nevirha says 'We must all fight to push back the Dark One and his minions.'

Nevirha says 'Though we each fight in our own ways.'

Lois nods in agreement.

Nevirha says 'The use of the One Power in battle is not the only way to fight the Dark One.'

Lois says 'Well, as I was saying, the experience sent me down the road of studying some additional
weaves.'

Nevirha nods in agreement.

Lois says 'I won't demonstrate the more...kinetic...ones here, but I thought this was one was fairly
interesting, Nevirha Sedai.'

Nevirha senses Lois connecting to the True Source.

Nevirha senses Lois is channeling saidar.

Lois forms a beautiful weave of white light about Lois's body.

Lois smiles at you from within the bright aura.

Nevirha examines your weaving closely.

Nevirha says 'A warding against damage, a very useful weave to know.'

Lois says 'Wow...I was not expecting to pull these weaves together the first time...'

Nevirha says 'That can be the difference between life and death in a fight against a trolloc.'

Lois gasps and nearly collapses to the ground.

Lois says 'Forgive me, Nevirha Sedai, that took a bit more energy than I expected.'

Nevirha looks over at you, concern painting her face.

Lois looks paler but smiles brightly.

Lois says 'I'll be okay!'

Nevirha stands from her chair and offers you her hand for support.

Lois says 'Just very...exhilirated that I managed to pull it together.'

Lois takes your hand and steadies herself.

Lois says 'My thanks, Nevirha Sedai.'

Nevirha says 'Please, child, take a seat. Do not wear yourself out.'

Lois sits down on a stout oaken chair.

Lois says 'Thank you.'

Lois smiles happily.

Nevirha walks back over to the chair she was occupying and has a seat.

Lois sips from her tea.

Nevirha says 'I would like you to continue practicing this weave, Accepted, until it does not surprise
you that you have managed it on the first try.'

Nevirha says 'And until it does not knock the wind out of you with its complexity.'

Lois nods in agreement.

Nevirha says 'It would not do to have yourself warded against damage only to have you collapsing out of
exhaustion on a battlefield.'

Lois says 'Yes, that would seem to be a bit counterproductive, I agree.'

Lois grins mischievously.

Lois says 'I cannot thank you enough for the time you've taken to discuss my weaving with me,
Nevirha Sedai.'

Nevirha says 'Of course, Accepted.'

Nevirha says 'I look forward to seeing your improvements as you continue in your studies.'

Lois smiles happily.

Nevirha says 'Do you have any other questions for me?'

Nevirha smiles kindly at you.

Lois says 'That means a lot, Nevirha Sedai. I won't let you down.'

Lois shakes her head.

Nevirha says 'Then you are free to continue about your day.'

[Siro]

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