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| To Earn Respect (Yellow Ajah Quarters); Attn: Freyja Sedai and Evei | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 18 2007, 02:15 PM (197 Views) | |
| Zaide al'Karne | Nov 18 2007, 02:15 PM Post #1 |
Soldier Lost in the War
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It had been three days since Zaide was summoned to the presence of one of the Chosen. Three days since he had been given the order to kill Freyja Annolyn, the very Head of the Yellow Ajah. In those three days, many thoughts had gone through Zaide's head, he had been planning and thinking, and worrying a fair amount. How would he do this? He was determined that it would be him who accomplished this task, not that other man. He would get the credit for this. Finally, after several days of planning and thinking, he had figured it out. He knew what he would do, but he would have to be very careful if he was to make this believable. Of course he would have to be careful- he was killing someone, after all. He had a plan now, but it would still be a few more days before he could execute it, he had to make sure it would work. That was why he was here now. He had chosen a place near Freyja's room, and here he would stay, observing, until he knew what he needed. The hard part about this was not being seen, and that was something he was still a little worried about. He stood mostly behind a big paneled tapestry depicting an Aes Sedai holding a badly injured man's head in her hands, and then below that, the same man standing, healthy and clean, head bowed to the sister. But even so, he had to be able to see, so his head could not be completely concealed. He had had a lesson in which he learned how to bend air and hide things, but he was weaker in Air than any of the other three. He had barely passed that class, it had been one of the most difficult Power-related things he had ever done. But he had passed. Zaide knew he could not hide his entire body with an Illusion, hiding your own body was more difficult than hiding something else. Hence the tapestry. He could hide his head though, he was fairly sure of that. He wove Air slowly, carefully, making sure that everything was perfect, and finally settled the weave on himself. Zaide had a moment of panic when a sister walked out of a nearby door- if he was visible now he would know, she could clearly see where he was hiding. The sister did not notice him, however, and moved on without a second glance back. Zaide breathed easier after that, he was invisible now, and after that little test, he felt much more confident in his own weaving abilities. He did not have to wait long to get what he wanted. About twenty minutes after he was completely hidden, watching the hall and Freyja's door, he saw a novice enter the hall. She was carrying a covered tray, presumably lunch for one of the sisters in this hall. As Zaide watched, she made her way to Freyja's door, and knocked. Zaide faintly heard the Yellow tell her to enter, and the girl pushed the door open. As soon as she was inside, Zaide stepped carefully out from behind the tapestry, releasing his Illusion, and made his way back throuhg the Tower. He knew the approximate time, and that was the important thing. The next few days, he did much the same thing, hiding behind the same tapestry at the same time. Freyja received lunch- brought by a different novice -at about the same time every day. His plan was going to work, he was becoming confident of that, as long as one more thing went right, but this was going to be the hard part. Getting the poison. How would he be able to? He spent days trying to figure it out. How could he get poison? He could not get to the city to buy a poison, and even if he could, he would have no idea where to even begin looking for something like that. Finally, when he was beginning to think it would not be possible, the answer presented itself suddenly and unexpectedly. A soldier walked up to him carrying a box, he handed it to Zaide, saying that he did not know what it was, but that he had been told to deliver it. Zaide thanked the man and took the box back to his room. Thankfully, there was no one else there. He opened the box, and inside was a small bottle with the words Peach Pit written in sprawling letters. Zaide knew very little about poisons, but he knew this was how he was going to do his job. It was too late for him to intercept the novice brining Freyja her lunch, so Zaide would have to wait one more day. He hid the small bottle under his pillow, no one would be looking there certainly. The next morning, Zaide went about his day as usual, until Freyja's lunch time came close. Hopefully nothing would be different today, he was counting on her schedule going as usual. Zaide took the bottle of peach pit and put it in his pocket, and then made his way toward the Yellow Halls. He found the novice as she was entering, and stopped her. "I was told to find you, you are to report to the kitchens immediately," he said to the girl. She started to protest, saying that she had to take Freyja Sedai's lunch to her, but Zaide cut her off. "I was told to take over any chore you were doing, others can wait until later. I guess it's urgent." He held out his hands for the tray, and the girl handed it over uncertainly. Zaide turned without another glance at or thought about the novice, she would go to the kitchens and probably be given a chore or two, and then no one would be any the wiser. He carried the tray back out of the Yellow Ajah halls, and found an out of the way alcove where he could carefully empty the contents of the little bottle into a cup of hot tea on the tray. He put the bottle back into his pocket, and stepped back into the Yellow Halls. A few turns, and he was back in front of the tapestry depicting the Healing, and Freyja's door. He knocked lightly, and waited for an order to enter. He was becoming nervous, what if all this did not work out? What if he was caught? He would be executed, and that was not something he particularly wanted. He would just have to not be caught. |
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| Freyja Annolyn | Nov 18 2007, 03:40 PM Post #2 |
Deceased Yellow Head
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(OOC: Sorry it's a bit short.) Freyja skimmed through the pile of reports on her desk. She didn't particularly enjoy paperwork, but as the Head of the Yellow Ajah she had plenty. She didn't enjoy it, but she didn't hate it either. It was merely something that had to be done. And she had created a routine over the years which made the paperwork a bit easier to handle. First thing in the morning she usually went to the Infirmary, and she returned to her room an hour before lunch. That hour she spent doing her paperwork. After her lunch she finished the paperwork and did whatever needed doing that day, and she spent a half an hour in the evening going through the reports she had gotten from her own eyes-and-ears as well as the reports other Yellow sisters gave her. If something troubling had emerged, she would spent the rest of the evening researching this development. If not, she would go back to the Infirmary or go to the Library. She still had a Brownish streak to her, even though her years as a Yellow had toned it down a bit. After she had skimmed the pile she got to work. It was mostly everyday reports from the Infirmary, lists of patients and treatments. They only required Freyja to briefly look through them to see that nothing was out of the ordinary and then sign them. There were some more extensive reports that required a bit more time and concentration. Freyja had sorted them into a separate pile that she would go through after the more mundane reports. It took almost an hour before she could move on to the second pile. Freyja sighed and leaned back on her chair. She would wait for her lunch and continue after that. She brushed her dark yellow dress absently and ran her fingers through her hair that she was wearing loose for once. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to relax. After a while she managed that, but then there was a knock on the door. "Come in," she commanded in a voice loud enough to be heard by the person behind the door, and waited expectantly for her lunch. |
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| Evei Atrium | Nov 18 2007, 04:45 PM Post #3 |
Aes Sedai of the Red Shen
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Evei walked listlessly through the halls, her feet unenergetic. After her fight with Ren, she wasn’t sure about a future in the Red anymore. Ren was the only person she knew that could tolerate her as a partner for the Red Shen, and the chance that that partnership would work out was becoming rather dim. I knew before that our plans would probably fall through, but it almost hurts to see it happen. She thought, duly. Still, Evei had not invested all of her planning into the Red Shen. There was the White Ajah, which would be a reliable option to fall back on. Other than that, there was the Yellow. A few days ago, Evei’s foot had been smashed by the hoof of a shying horse while she was working in the stables. Another novice had helped her to the infirmary, and a sister named Freyja had healed her foot. Even though she was exhausted afterwards, her mind was still reeling with the possibilities. After all, being a Yellow would be a peaceful enough life. She could still aid in the fight against darkfriends by healing those that were injured by them, and her capability of violence would never be put to the test. I think I could be happy as a Yellow. Evei thought to herself. She wouldn’t be required to be devious, so her personality would mellow instead of being sharpened as it would be in the Red Shen. Evei was growing rather fond of the possibility. The idea of being able to let her guard down was an attractive idea for her. Because she had expected to join the Red Shen, Evei had forced her suspicious and cynical nature to grow in order to prepare herself. If she went into the Yellow, she could let that part of her die and become like she had been before Malkir and Diju’s death. Oh, she would never be the same, but she could be closer to the kind of person that other people can tolerate and perhaps even like. As it was, Evei had few friends and few people who vaguely enjoyed spending time with her. She was too cold for friendship, and the Yellow Ajah offered the kind of life that would let her thaw into the person she had been before trollocs had entered her life. No matter that I will be betraying Ren if I pursue that life, I want it. Evei thought to herself, almost wistfully. Still, she had no idea yet if she even had the Talent to Heal. Which was why she was entering the halls of the Yellow Ajah and hunting out the only Yellow sister that she knew was in the Tower, for Yalraline Sedai had gone on a trip to Andor. I wonder how you even test if someone has the Healing talent. She mused, though she was sure that Freyja Sedai would know. Evei was almost entirely sure that the woman would help her and not push her away, for she was interested in the sister’s Ajah. She let herself speed up a little bit as she rounded the corner into the hallway that housed Freyja Sedai’s quarters, for she was anxious to know if entering the Yellow was even a possibility. What she saw stopped her from approaching the Aes Sedai’s door. A soldier was already there, a lunch tray in his hands. Strange. Evei thought, a little bit confused. Usually only novices deliver the lunch trays to Aes Sedai. Still, it was hardly a thing to worry about. A novice might have been caught up in a chore and asked the soldier to deliver the tray for her, after all. Still, Evei gave in to her paranoia and memorized the man’s features. You can’t help but be careful. She told herself, though her suspicion wasn’t really growing. It wasn’t that strange to see a soldier finishing a chore, after all. It was just curious. After a moment, Evei turned away and walked away from Freyja Sedai’s room. It was rather rude to interrupt an Aes Sedai’s lunch, and she could always just come back a little later. I can wait. I’ve been waiting years to find myself a place in the Towers, anyways. A hour or so can’t hurt me. Still, Evei was a bit disappointed and resolved to return as soon as decorum would allow her to. After all, she thought, I have to know if the Yellow is even a possibility. Without the talent to Heal, it will be even harder to find myself a peaceful niche here. There was peace in the White, true, but her cynical nature would only grow in that Ajah. Evei wouldn’t have minded it if her own personality and constant suspicions didn’t bother her. It wasn’t comfortable to be on guard every hour of every day, and Evei rather believed she deserved a break. It wasn’t that she didn’t still wish to see darkfriends gone, but her passionate hate had dulled a little after her fight with Ren. After that fight, her selfishness had grown and she had begun to desire what would be best for her and not mankind. Is that more than a little crime? Evei couldn’t help but wonder. It was natural for a person to want the best for themselves, but she didn’t know if it was unforgivable to desert the people that she had promised to herself that she would save. I still want to be happy, even though I worry. Evei told herself, as her footsteps faded from the hall and she disappeared around the corner that she had come from. |
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| Zaide al'Karne | Nov 18 2007, 07:58 PM Post #4 |
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Soldier Lost in the War
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Zaide stood behind the door, waiting until he heard Freyja tell him to "Come in," before he pushed it open. He stood in the Yellow sister's doorway and bowed, wondering whether he should tell her why he was here, rather than a novice. Soldiers, like novices, were not supposed to speak until spoken to, but surely Freyja was wondering why it was him, not someone dressed in all white, delivering her lunch. He stood from his bow and looked at the sister at her desk. Doing paperwork. He supposed that was probably Ajah business, the way he understood it the Amyrlin and M'hael had a lot of paperwork, as did Reis, so it made sense that Ajah Heads would too. He stood at the door, waiting for Freyja to do or say something. Perhaps she would not wonder why he was bringing her lunch. Perhaps she would not care, as long as she got to eat. Some Aes Sedai and Asha'man were like that, he knew, but from what he knew about this woman, he did not think that would be the case. No reason to rush into some explanation that might end with his lie being found out, though. There were some who said Aes Sedai could read minds, Zekieal knew this was not true, but he did know that most Aes Sedai and Asha'man were very good at knowing whether they were being lied to. It was not a trick of the Power, it was just something they learned. He wondered for a moment why that was- Aes Sedai and Asha'man could not lie, so why should they learn to read lies? Of course, they did have to search harder for the truth, just because they could not lie did not mean they could not mislead you. An Aes Sedai or Asha'man could say one thing, and you took it for truth, but in reality what they had done was twist the truth until you could not have found it if you wanted to. Zaide shook that thought away mentally. He could not lose focus. That might mean saying something he did not mean to, and that could easily lead to him being found out. If he was going to get the credit and respect he deserved for murdering a high ranking Aes Sedai then he could not get killed in the process. Some people who died for a cause were considered martyrs by others who followed the same cause. This was not so in the Shadow. People who died doing something for the Shadow were usually considered stupid. On a rare occasion one of them who got a great deal accomplished before his death may have his life looked upon as an example, but his death would never be commended. No, Zaide had to keep focused to make sure that he would not be viewed as stupid for dying, but rather commendable for doing something for the Great Lord's cause. |
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| Freyja Annolyn | Nov 19 2007, 04:17 AM Post #5 |
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Deceased Yellow Head
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The figure in white Freyja had expected did not come in, but instead a man in black. The Soldier bowed respectfully, but Freyja frowned nonetheless. It wasn't usual for the Mistress of Kitchens to send a Soldier to bring an Aes Sedai's meal. It was rather unusual for a Soldier to be in the White Tower in the first place. A few times her lunch had been brought by an Accepted, but only as a part of some punishment or another. Soldiers... She couldn't remember ever having a Soldier bring her lunch. Of course Soldiers had chores too, and Dedicated got punished, but that was always Black Tower business and usually didn't involve Aes Sedai. But the boy did have her lunch, and she wasn't really concerned why he had been sent to deliver it. The important thing was that it got delivered, how and by whom was for the Mistress of Kitchens to decide. Maybe there hadn't been any loose novices in the kitchens to deliver her lunch, so the Soldier had been assigned instead. Soldiers and novices were of the same rank, so she couldn't see a reason why they couldn't do each other's chores if there was a pressing need. And Freyja did concider bringing her lunch a rather important chore. "Don't just stand there, boy, come in," she said firmly but not unkindly. The boy acted like he had never brought anyone lunch before. Well, maybe he was just a bit nervous for being in an Aes Sedai's study. He didn't look too young though, so he probably wasn't a new Soldier. But when men and women wielding the One Power were concerned, you couldn't rely on appearances. A man who looked like he had recently passed his twentieth birthday could be a forty-year-old Dedicated, and a thirtyfive-year-old man could have just been admitted to the Tower as a Soldier. You never knew. Freyja pushed the paperwork away to make room on her table for the tray. "Do tell the Mistress of Kitchens that I don't want sending Soldiers to become a habit. You're dismissed." Then a thought struck her. Maybe the Soldier had volunteered to bring her lunch because he wanted to talk to her for some reason. If that was the case, Freyja wouldn't deprive him of the chance, although it was rather rude to interrupt an Aes Sedai's lunch. "Or was there something you had in mind?" |
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| Zaide al'Karne | Nov 19 2007, 04:31 PM Post #6 |
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Soldier Lost in the War
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Freyja did not seem concerned that a soldier, rather than a novice, was bringing her lunch, rather she just told him to come in. He brought the lunch tray over to Freyja's desk and waited for the Aes Sedai to tell make room and tell him he could go. Just because the woman would be dead before too long did not mean that he could be blatantly disrespectful- she would not die if she was escorting him to Remeian's office rather than drinking that tea, after all. She moved some papers aside, and Zaide sat the tray down in front of her and removed the cover. Freyja told Zaide to tell the Mistress of Kitchens that she was not particularly fond of soldiers bringing her food, and that he was dismissed. He nodded and bowed, and had begun to turn when Freyja spoke again. She asked him if had something in mind, and Zaide turned back to her. He paused a moment before he spoke. It might be believable if he could come up with some reason he had wanted to visit Freyja's room, but if she started eating while he was here, he did not want to be present when the poison started to take effect. More chance of being caught that way. No, the best idea was just to say he had been sent, and then she would let him leave. Besides, he was not particularly fond of the idea of watching someone die anyway. Oh, he could poison a person's drink easily enough, that was simple, but to actually watch a person die? There would likely come a day where he could do that easily, perhaps even with pleasure, but that day was not today. He was glad enough to be rid of someone who worked against the Great Lord, but that did not mean he wanted to watch her die. He shook his head slightly. "No Aes Sedai, the Mistress of Kitchens sent me up because there aren't many novices working right now, and those who are are busy doing other things. I was between doing dishes and taking a load of towels to be washed. She told me the towels could wait, but she did not want to postpone your lunch. I'll tell her you said to send novices from now on, Freyja Sedai." He bowed again, and put a slightly apologetic expression on his face. Better if he seemed a completely compliant, perhaps slightly worried soldier, he thought. He stood straight again, and waited for Freyja to say something more, or dismiss him. |
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| Freyja Annolyn | Nov 19 2007, 05:09 PM Post #7 |
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Deceased Yellow Head
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Freyja listened to the Soldier's explanation, even though she had only asked if he wanted to talk to her, not why he had been sent. But the Soldier apparently had interpreted her question as a query of why he was there instead of a novice, so Freyja let it pass. He did have the sense to look apologetic, and confirmed that he would tell the Mistress of Kitchens her request. Freyja was satisfied with that, and rather eager to start her lunch. So he dismissed the Soldier and turned to her meal as soon as the door had closed behind him. Freyja was rather worried that the food would have gotten cold during the delay, but some steam rose in a satisfactory way. On the tray was a plate with a steak and assorted vegetables along with some soft rolls that looked like they were just pulled out of the oven. Freyja broke a roll and took a sip of tea with it before she moved on to the steak. She ate with good appetite, the pile of paperwork the only thing that slightly dampened her good mood. She put the tray aside when she had finished and savoured the last of her tea. She put the cup on the tray and leaned back on her chair. She smiled absent-mindedly as she closed her eyes to have a bit of a rest after such a heavy lunch. She deserved a break... No. Her eyes shot open. A mere lunch has never made me tired before. Her eyelids felt like lead, and her thoughts were fuzzy, as if she had just woken up. Or was just falling asleep. Something's wrong. Aes Sedai could manage quite long times without rest or sleep, and Freyja had just enjoyed a very relaxing night asleep in her bed. She shouldn't be tired. It was unnatural... Freyja shook her head vigorously, desperately trying to keep herself awake and her thoughts together. Poison! That had to be it. There was no other explanation. Freyja willed herself upright from her chair and took a few wobbling steps that led her to a wide cabinet. She threw the cabinet doors open and peered at the rows of small bottles within. Her herb collection contained mostly remedies, there weren't many antidotes. Why didn't I study poisons? She had read about most of them, but she wasn't skilled enough to recognise them by taste. She hadn't even noticed any particularly strange taste! Think... She tried to see the small writing on the bottles, but the letters spinned and blurred in her eyes. Her mind seemed to unravel, and she found it impossible to concentrate. Her legs gave up, and she fell to the floor, her arm hitting the rows of bottles and sending a dozen of them cascading to the floor. Her eyes closed on their own accord, and her mind spinned... (Evei, your time to come in. ^^) |
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| Evei Atrium | Nov 20 2007, 03:36 PM Post #8 |
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Aes Sedai of the Red Shen
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Evei stepped out into the hallway, almost unsure. How long would it take Freyja Sedai to finish her lunch? She didn’t want to bother her while she was eating and make a bad impression, but she also didn’t want to come too late and find the Aes Sedai gone. Annoyed at her own indecision, Evei forced herself to walk briskly down the hallway and into the Yellow Ajah quarters. The place was decorated in pale yellow hues, with tapestries showing healing and nature hanging from the walls. The whole place radiated peace and health. Evei almost wanted to breathe in the atmosphere. She shook away the fanciful thought, and continued on her way through the hall toward Freyja Sedai’s rooms. Evei stopped in front of the door, knowing that another bit of her life would be decided as soon as she knocked on the door and found out if she had the talent of healing. If she did, Evei had no doubt that she would enter the Yellow Ajah. Who wouldn’t? But if she didn’t have the particular talent, Evei knew her life would only get harder. Almost hesitant, Evei placed her hand on the wood of the door and rapped her knuckles against the plank of mahogany. There was no answer. Impatiently, she knocked again, her hands smarting and turning red. “Open the door, please.” She whispered to herself, her insides churning unpleasantly. She had to know! Evei just had to know if she could heal. So much of her life could be figured out if she just knew. After a few minutes, Evei leaned against the door with a sigh and wondered if she should give up. I can come back another day, I suppose. She thought, resigned. Evei pushed herself up from the door just as she heard a crash from inside the Aes Sedai’s room. She stared at the door, alarmed. “Freyja Sedai?” She called, urgently. I wonder what that crash was. Evei banged on the door, but there was no answer from inside. “Freyja Sedai?!” Evei called urgently, worried. Had something happened to the Aes Sedai? After a moment, Evei gave up pounding on the door. It was obvious that something had happened, and that Freyja Sedai was in no position to open the door. Evei eyed the doorknob, unsure if it was unlocked. She hadn’t tried to open it before because of politeness, but Evei supposed that when encountering an emergency, opening a door uninvited was rather necessary. With her breath caught in her throat, Evei reached down and turned the knob. The door gave, and Evei stepped forward into the gloom. “Freyja Sedai?” She called, quietly as she gazed about. Herbal remedies were scattered on the ground, as well as glass. Gingerly, Evei stepped over the wreckage and further into the room. It was then when she saw the form of a person sprawled on the floor. Almost frightened, Evei ran the last few steps to Freyja’s side. She grabbed her shoulders and shook the body of the Aes Sedai, but Freyja’s head only lolled to the side. Evei reached out, feeling on Freyja’s neck for a pulse. What happened to her? She thought, bewildered. The fact that glass jars were broken on the floor were a sign that the situation that resulted with Freyja Sedai sprawled on the floor had been violent. With that in mind, Evei forced herself to attend to the task of finding the sister’s pulse. It was there, against her fingers, thought it was weak. I have to get help. Evei thought distantly, frightened out of her wits. What could have caused something like that to happen to an Aes Sedai? She stumbled away from the body and out of Freyja Sedai’s quarters. It was then that her mind took over, and Evei raced down the hall, pounding her fist on each door she encountered. “Help!” She called, her voice full of panic. “Something’s happened to Freyja Sedai!” It was as if the Yellow’s quarters were empty. There has to be someone here. She thought, frantically. There has to be someone here that can heal Freyja Sedai. Her terror only grew, so Evei redoubled her efforts to find an Aes Sedai to help. “Someone! Help!” She screamed down the hallway, her voice croaking. “HELP!” Evei yelled, again and again. How long will it take for someone to hear me? How long does Freyja Sedai even have? She thought, dizzily as she shouted for aid. Someone had to come, before her voice went hoarse and she couldn’t manage a scream. “Freyja Sedai’s been hurt!” She tried again, but it came out more of a whisper than anything else. Her voice was gone. I can still get help. She told herself, and dragged herself away from the door she had been pounding on. There isn’t anyone here, so I’ll go in the direction of the infirmary, until I spot an Aes Sedai or Asha’man. They can’t take care of the rest. With that in mind, Evei gathered her skirts in her hands and sprinted down the hall. She had to hurry, if she was going to find someone in time to help Freyja Sedai. |
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| Remeian Maran | Nov 22 2007, 04:47 AM Post #9 |
Asha'man, Chancellor of the Exchequer
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(OOC: Posted with Evei's permission.) Remeian was now the Master of Soldiers, but he still had some duties as an Asha'man of the Shen al'N'dore al'Mordero. He had never even thought of forsaking his Shen just because he had a new position and new duties now, but he had had to cut down on his work for the Shen. After all, the Soldiers and Dedicated of the Black Tower were quite a handful, and Remeian had seldom a free moment for other duties. He couldn't even remember when he had last had a free moment just for himself. Oh well, Remeian generally enjoyed his work, so it wasn't a problem. But today he had been ordered by the Rei to sort out some business with the Yellow Ajah. Apparently some of his Brothers had been quite disrespectful to a few Yellow Aes Sedai, and that wouldn't do. His Shen and the Yellow Ajah had to keep a good and respectful relationship because they quite often worked together and aided each other. The Brothers had been punished by the Rei and they had offered their apologies to the Yellow Aes Sedai, but it was Remeian's task to make sure that the Yellows harboured no hard feelings. Remeian wasn't too comfortable with Aes Sedai, but his mediator skills overruled that discomfort. At least his Rei thought so. So there was nothing he could do but to obey. He would meet with the offended Aes Sedai, and with the Sitters too just to make sure that they understood that everything had been done to correct the insult. But he didn't even reach the Yellow Halls before he saw a very disoriented figure in white. Remeian quickly saw the pure panic in the girl's eyes. He ran to her instantly. "What's wrong?" he asked calmly, never doubting the girl's anguish. Something was seriously wrong, and Remeian would do anything he could to help. |
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| Evei Atrium | Nov 27 2007, 07:37 PM Post #10 |
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Aes Sedai of the Red Shen
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Evei ran out into the corridor, intent on finding and Aes Sedai or Asha’man to help, even in her panic. She peered down the hall, and was rewarded with the sight of a figure in black. Without a thought, she ran toward the man, not caring if it was really a soldier or Dedicated. If it is, I can just enlist them in my search. she told herself, though she was unsure if a Dedicated would lend her his time with the hurried explanation she would be able to deliver. Luckily for her, the man ran toward her, and Evei’s gaze spotted the two pins on his collar. An Asha’man, then. She thought, in relief. Evei skidded to a stop in front of him, ignoring the little voice in her head that told her to curtsy. She didn’t have time for such formalities. "What's wrong?" The man asked her, his voice serene and calm. What’s wrong?! Evei thought, almost hysterically. “Something is wrong with Freyja Sedai.” She gasped out in between pants, her voice still weak from screaming. “I heard a crash and went in and I saw her splayed out on the floor. She had a weak pulse. Help me?” Her voice cracked in worry at the end, but Evei didn’t let herself think that the Asha’man wouldn’t help her. The man had to believe that something was wrong by the way that he had ran to met her, and she refused to even let herself think that he wouldn’t care about a hurt Aes Sedai. “Her rooms are this way.” Evei told him, and then whirled to face back the way she came. She broke into a run, knowing that this was a time that an Asha’man would give up a little dignity and hurry. Freyja Sedai might be dead. How could I walk? Evei thought, a little dread bubbling up in her mind with the words. She forced herself to run faster, even though she was already winded. Freyja Sedai’s life hung in the balance, and Evei would not let herself stop. She saw the doorway to the Aes Sedai’s quarters as she ran, and it gave her a last spurt of energy that helped her limp the last few feet to Freyja’s rooms. She skittered to a stop in front of the door, not even bothering to look over her shoulder to see if the Asha’man was there. Evei was confident that he would follow her. After all, the life of an Aes Sedai had to mean something to him. With that in mind, Evei pushed open to door to Freyja Sedai’s rooms and stepped inside. Freyja hadn’t moved. With a little gasp, Evei sprinted the few feet to the Aes Sedai’s side and fell to her knees, glass puncturing the skin of her legs. With a desperate hope sitting uncomfortably in her stomach, Evei reached forward to lay her fingers against Freyja Sedai’s throat. There was no pulse. No, no. I can’t have been to slow. Please, no. Frantic, her fingers fumbled over Freyja’s throat, searching for a pulse. A hoarse sob passed by her lips as the pads of her fingers were not greeted by the pulse of Freyja’s heartbeat. “Please don’t be dead.” She begged, even as she squashed the urge to reach out and shake Freyja’s shoulders. Evei didn’t move her fingers from Freyja Sedai’s throat, as if she was waiting for the woman’s heart to beat because of her will alone. She looked up, her eyes searching for the Asha’man in the gloom. “She’s dead.” Evei said woodenly, knowing that she hadn’t been quick enough, hadn’t been loud enough. What sort of Yellow would I be, when a Aes Sedai died under my nose? She thought to herself, the words slathered with bitterness. There would be no place in the Yellow Ajah for a failure such as herself. Miserable, Evei sat back on her heels, staring down at Freyja. Almost dispassionately, for Evei had pushed away her fright and care, she reached down and closed the Aes Sedai’s eyes. With that done, she looked around the room, carefully scanning the herbs and glass scattered about the floor. “Do you think it could have been a murder?” She asked with a little wince, finally noticing the bits of glass ingrained in her knees. It didn’t matter. A possible life for her had been closed, and a bit of blood staining her white skirts was nothing when compared to that tragedy. An Aes Sedai is dead. That is more important than my future. She thought, even though her words were impassionate. She had done all she could, and it had not been enough. Evei had no emotions left for the woman, for she had spent all the fervor only a few moments before. It was as if she had been drained of what made her human. It doesn’t matter. Freyja Sedai is dead, and that is the only thing that is important. |
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| Remeian Maran | Nov 28 2007, 11:56 AM Post #11 |
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Asha'man, Chancellor of the Exchequer
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“Something is wrong with Freyja Sedai.” Remeian didn't doubt her for a minute. The girl was out of breath and her voice was weak and tinged with panic. She forgot to curtsy, but Remeian wouldn't blame her for that now. There wasn't time. “I heard a crash and went in and I saw her splayed out on the floor. She had a weak pulse. Help me? Her rooms are this way.” Before Remeian had a chance to reply, the girl turned and ran back. Remeian ran after her without a second thought. Remeian was worried, but he kept his face calm. A Yellow sister was obviously hurt in her own rooms. That was short of unheard of. Remeian didn't want to jump into conclucions before he saw the woman, but his mind was already covered in doubt. I just hope it isn't too late... Remeian was a good Healer, but he wasn't a miracle-maker. A weak pulse would be enough, but no pulse... Finally they reached the room, and the novice barged in. Remeian followed, taking in the view. Freyja Sedai was indeed sprawled on the floor, her chest not moving to intake air and her eyes open, looking at nothing. Too late... Shards of broken glass covered the floor around her, but the girl didn't pay attention to them but kneeled down to check Freyja's pulse. The desperate look on the girl's face was enough to confirm Remeian's doubts. It was too late. Remeian looked at the open cabinet. Some small glass bottles were still intact on the shelves, containing different liquids and dried leaves. Herbs. Aes Sedai couldn't Heal themselves, so Freyja had searched for another way to cure herself. But why hadn't she called for help? Or had no one heard her? One thing was for sure. There was something dark behind this. There was no natural reason for an Aes Sedai to die in her rooms in the middle of the day. “Do you think it could have been a murder?” Remeian looked at the girl clearly for the first time. She was calmer now, but Remeian knew that she would cry for this so many times... Remeian remembered the first time he had seen a dead body, the first time he had tried to help someone but had been to late. He had been a Dedicated a few years short of raising then, this girl was just a novice. Remeian had seen plenty of bodies after his first experience and knew now that you couldn't save everyone, no matter how hard you tried. He hoped that the girl would understand that too, some day. "Yes, it could have been murder." Remeian didn't want to say more than that before he knew more. He kneeled next to the Aes Sedai and Delved her, but he could feel nothing. He stood back, shaking his head to himself. "I'll tell the Yellows and the Amyrlin. Someone might want to ask you questions about this later." He wondered if the matter would go to the Reds. "Don't blame yourself, child. There was nothing more you could have done. You can't save everyone." (OOC: Could an Admin announce this, please?) |
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