Frustrating Spheres

Novice Sadrok Rachin, Written by CJ
Posted on Sat, Aug 14, 2010 14:03 pm

Sadrok listened quietly through the initial lecture, pointedly doing his best to ignore several of the female novices that were smiling at him. It seemed that, at least in his case, they were slowly getting over his being able to channel. Day my day now, more of the less dedicated girls would smile at him, trying to strike up conversations with him that, more often than not, had absolutely nothing to do with any of the lessons he was taking. At some point while he was a junior member of the city guards in Far Madding, he had grown into an almost effeminate beauty. At first, he’d never noticed how much attention girls paid him growing up – he was too concerned with mastering the basics of the sword and becoming a guardsman as the first step of achieving his dream to be a Blademaster.

For a time while he was a guard, he had enjoyed it, and even made a point of building up a reputation as a true gentleman. But when he’d made his first kill; when he’d channeled tainted saidin that first time, his interest in their pursuit had become jaded. Saidin was cleansed now, and he reveled in that fact every day, taking any and every opportunity or excuse he could find to practice the few weaves he’d been taught. He never so much as seized without the supervision of an Asha’man, even though so many of his peers would try to find places to do so. After that first kill, he had found his interest in the young women pursuing him…muted.

He had remained polite and courteous to women, but he focused his interests on his training once he got over the sickness that had taken him after he’d touched saidin. Even now, years after that day, he still focused on his training instead of letting himself be distracted by the girls. He found their growing comfort around him and the other male channelers a nuisance, really. Likely if he did anything about it, he’d be the one in trouble, so he just ignored them the best he could. Two of the novices in the room kept casting glances in his direction when Yasmene wasn’t looking, but his own attention was on Asha’man Daine and the weaves he was showing them.

When they were sent off to practice, he seized the power with a vengeance, holding a thick flow of the Power before him as he tried to separate a thread of Water from the rest. He was able to separate a white thread of Spirit, the red of Fire, the yellow of Air, and the green of Earth, but for some time he was unable to catch a firm hold of blue Water. He wasn’t the only one among the male novices having trouble, either. Asha’man Daine eventually had to come over and help him to find Water and draw out a large enough thread for the weave he had shown them.

Sadrok found Water was even more difficult to control than Fire had been, and he spent the longest time out of the males in trying to create a bowl of water. It didn’t fight him the way Fire had; as if it had a life of it’s own. Water seemed to just resist his manipulating it. Naturally, it seemed like trying to grab the water with his bare hands and force it into a sphere. By the time he had succeeded, all of the others had moved on and successfully managed a small sphere of it, yet he could barely keep the bowl to stay in it’s appropriate shape. Remembering what Yasmene Sedai had said about finesse being more important than strength, Sadrok resisted the urge to draw more of Saidin, and thus more Water, into his weave. When the time was up for them to practice, he could just barely create a sphere of Water; and the effort it took for him to do so was painted clearly on his face.

In reply to Part I: Small Spheres[show]/[hide]

Yasmene let her eyes drift across the group of novices, hiding her dismay at how many boys there were in the group. However, she was relaxing a bit and not jumping every time Daine moved, so Yarren was probably right and prolonged exposure would help her adjust to the idea that male channelers weren’t evil and insane, though she still held secret doubts that saidin was truly cleansed. “Many of you were in Cassandra Sedai’s lesson on Fire not long ago, right?” Yasmene waited for some confirming nods before going on, “Can anyone think of some of the differences between Fire and Water? We know that they are opposites, but what are some of the subtler differences?” There was a long silence before a novice finally raised a hand. “Men are stronger in Fire and women are stronger in Water?” Yasmene smiled – a girl after her own heart! – and nodded. “Though not always true, that is the general rule. Men tend to be stronger with Earth and Fire and women with Air and Water. What else? And we can think in the broader terms of Fire and Earth versus Water and Air.” A few novices raised their hands this time, so Yasmene called on a boy in the back. “Different Elements mean different Talents, and Air and Water are usually paired and Fire and Earth are usually paired.” “Again, not necessarily the rule, but definitely a trend. My Talents are both linked to Air and Water strengths.” “Whereas my talents,” Daine broke in, “are Delving, which is Earth only, and Spinning Earthfire, which is Earth and Fire, funny enough,” he winked at the novices, prompting a flood of giggles. Smiling, Yasmene called on a female novice who had her hand up earlier. “Fire and Earth are stronger than Air and Water, so men are stronger channelers than women,” she stated knowingly. Before Yasmene could correct the girl, however, another novice interrupted. “Not true! One of my teachers said that Air and Water are just as strong, they just work more subtly. She said that there isn’t a single rock that won’t be worn down by wind and water over time, or a single fire that won’t be quenched by enough water.” “He’s right,” Yasmene interjected before the girl could retaliate. Yasmene could see a rebellious flash in her eyes, but thankfully she subsided. “And yes, men are generally stronger channelers than women, but that doesn’t really mean much. They can channel more, but if they can’t manipulate the weaves they can’t do anything all that power. Even the weakest Aes Sedai or Asha’man knows how to manipulate weaves properly, and can do anything a stronger counterpart can do. They might not be able to do it as big or bright, but they can create the weaves just as well, and in some cases better, than a stronger channeler. That is something you all must keep in mind: it isn’t how strong in the One Power that you eventually become, but how well learn the weaves and how well you manipulate them. Don’t let your strength make you complacent; many Aes Sedai have been burned out because of overconfidence in their strength and lack of ability with the weaves they used.” Yasmene could feel her brother’s eyes on her back, but she ignored him. She knew he was wondering if she believed her speech, but she had to or she wouldn’t have been able to say it, constrained as she was by the Three Oaths. And it was true; as weak as she was, she had become a master of her weaves to compensate and she had one of the most delicate touches in the Brown Ajah. It had taken a long time, but she knew that strength wasn’t everything. “Now, anything else?” No more hands were raised, so Yasmene brought up the one point she was aiming for, and the one that the basis of this part of the lesson was focused on. “Look around you. Do you see any earth? Dirt or anything? Just a stone floor, right? What about fire? The room is lit by sunlight. There’s no fire here. Air? You’re breathing, so I should hope there’s some air in here. Now what about Water?” Head, which had been shaking or nodding as appropriate, were mixed this time. Some nodded and some shook in disagreement. Closing her eyes for a moment, Yasmene opened herself to the source, smiling as she did so, reveling in the rush. Deftly spinning a web that spanned the length of the ceiling, Yasmene’s smile widened into a grin at the first exclamations as rain pelted the white clad youths. She held the weave for a moment to make her point, and then released it. Almost immediately, as planned, Daine channeled, drying each novice in a heartbeat. The room remained humid though, which was a good thing, being necessary for the lesson. “As you can see, Water is everywhere, like Air. That was a very small, localized example of Cloud Dancing, which you’ll learn more about once you test for Accepted. However, anyone can pull Water out of the air, providing there’s enough.” Yarren chose that particular moment to re-enter the room, which he had slipped out of when his sister had started channelling. “To make it easier for you, Yarren has thoughtfully obtained some buckets of water, which will give enough for you to work with.” The Warder held up the buckets with a grin, whispering to the novices something about slave labour. A few of them giggled, but the rest continued to watch him warily. Cupping her hands in front of her, about chest level, Yasmene embraced saidar again, weaving together strands of Water into a bowl shape. The novices oohed and ahhed as her hands slowly filled with water. Adding to the weave, she turned it from a bowl to a ball, and to anyone who couldn’t see the weaves, it would appear that she was holding a ball of water in her bare hands. “This is what I want you to do. Create the bowl first – I’ll repeat the weave slowly in a moment – and then when it’s almost full, finish off the ball.” Dropping her ball of water into one of the buckets, Yasmene divided the group into two, sending the boys to Daine and calling the girls over to herself. She created the weave again, without using her hands to cup it, so that all the girls could see how it worked. Once she’d run through it three times, she sent them back to their seats to practice, admonishing them not to throw the balls of water at each other and when finished to deposit the water in one of the buckets at the front of the room. Daine had sent the boys back to their seats with the same warnings, and they too were quietly practicing. Satisfied that everything was going well, she moved back to the front of the class and stood beside her brother. “Okay, you were right. Happy?” she said under her breath, before rushing forward to try to prevent a novice from drenching herself.
OOC: 500 words again please, and this lesson is still open to newcomers! Also, feel free to be one of the questioning novices if you’d like. For this, make sure you work with your strengths/weaknesses; everyone will be able to do this, but you might only get a small ball, or like the aforementioned novice, get too much all at once. If you have a block, now is the time to let Yasmene or Daine know so that they can get Yarren to beat you senseless. Just kidding, of course, but definitely let one of them know, and if possible, please email me with your intentions for the lesson so we can work something out. Also, email me if you’re not sure where to go on this lesson and I’m sure we can come up with some ideas!

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