A Window's Blissful Peace ---&RPaward

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Aelrena
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A Window's Blissful Peace ---&RPaward

Post by Aelrena » Tue Mar 21, 2023 11:47 pm

Ely edit 25 Mar 2023:

1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.

Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o

Total: 2 qps

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Summary: Aelrena's night of consideration is interrupted by her recently acquired servant, unexpected news coming in from afar.


Shadow encompasses the mostly barren room, the only light a tiny candle which flickers feebly against the shadow. The newly-raised Aes Sedai sits at the large desk set against a window, a few potted ivies growing down the sides of the dark wood. Draped about her figure is a simple brown woolen dress, clearly pressed though fallen to wrinkles upon her frame since the start of the day. Her long hair is loose about her shoulders, a series of waves that clearly take great amounts of care. Staring out the window in thought, Aelrena idly turns the great serpent ring upon her finger, a gesture long-past a habit. A knock upon the door breaks the silence, short staccato notes reverberating loudly through the air.The sound itself seems to echo through the room, disturbing its calm and quiet stillness.

Aelrena's lips turn down slightly as she quickly recovers her shawl from where it lays on the desk. Shifting it to be centered across her shoulders, she calls out quietly "You're free to enter." The door opens to reveal a short woman, her long dark hair pulled back in the signature braid of the Two Rivers. "Ah, what is it Eldra?" Aelrena smiles softly in accompaniment with her words, the expression almost seeming out of place. "Beg your pardon, Aelrena Sedai. One of the girls said that you requested this from the archives?" The servant reveals a thick, leather-bound tome, the cover worn with time, and the title near worn away with handling. Faintly, the title can be made out as, "Maravaile's Blood: A Fire Within." She holds it loosely, a tiny pursing of the lips the only sign of her distaste for the item.

The Aes Sedai accepts the tome, nodding her head to the servant. "Ah. I see. Thank you, Eldra.", she pauses as her hand ghosts across the cover. "Would you please see some soup and bread sent up, if there's any still in the kitchen? Though... hmm" she pauses again, glancing out the window. "Perhaps wait another hour or so, I suspect I'll be a touch hungrier then." The woman merely drops into a curtsy, "Yes, Aes Sedai.", she then retreats back to the door quickly. "Dear, unless we're in front of others you don't have to act so diffident." Aelrena tuts out softly, even as the door closes behind the woman. She then murmurs quietly, her hands already splitting the tome open. "Light, it's strange to be served upon.” She then glances up briefly back toward the door after her new servant, before quickly leafing through the pages, her umber eyes scanning quickly, before her finger catch upon a paper that pulls free from the lexicon. A small, folded slip of paper, looking to have been torn from the bottom of a loose page, the upper side rough and uneven, she pulls it free. Written upon it in a hand eerily similar to her own is a short message, which causes her eyebrows to rise. She then shakes her head slowly before continuing to thumb through the tome, only to find nothing more. "Blood and ashes.", she murmurs, the curse quiet though the flame on the candle seemingly flickers in response. "What in the name of the Light have you gotten yourselves into?" She then shakes her head, placing the slip of paper into the flame and watching it ignite before embracing the power. In short order a strand of air catches the ashes and opens the window, spreading the detritus to the open air above Tar Valon. She then sighs, leaning back in her chair as she closes the window with another strand of air. Her eyes stay upon the window even after it closes, her great serpent ring twisting slowly with the movement of her thumb. And she stays like that for a long time, stirring only when the sky outside the window brightens with the light of dawn, the second quiet knock of the night going unanswered.