Sadrok watched Asha’man Daine intently as he showed them all what to do. He had some serious doubts about whether he’d be able to accomplish the task set before him with the difficulty he was having just to draw the water into a sphere, so he waited for a few minutes and watched the other male novices while they worked at creating their own crude stick figures, or what ever it was that they thought of. Eventually, he settled in his mind with making a fish and set about trying to force the water to take the shape he wanted.
Gradually, he worked the other elements out of a thick flow of water, then instead of taking Asha’man Daine’s suggestion, he split that thicker strand into a few smaller ones before he started to shape them into the rough outline of a fish. He was absolutely determined not to use any thick flows for this part of the lesson – he kept repeating in his mind what Yasmene Sedai had said about his skill with the weaves being more important than his strength. Slowly, the body of the fish started to take form as he pushed and pulled laboriously at the threads around the water from his bowl.
More than once, he had to start over from nothing as his weave fell apart. Each time, he used the net Daine had shown him to lift all of the water back into the air and then turned it back into a ball again before slowly reshaping it into the fish’s body. Each time he lost his hold on the water, he was able to recover faster, but all of the female novices seemed to have their figures moving already while he was still struggling to create his. Even a few of the males had finished already, but he soon stopped paying attention to them, insisting with himself that he could get it to look exactly the way he wanted it to if he was patient.
Eventually, his patience paid off as he managed to create an approximation of a silverpike. It wasn’t that finely detailed, but it was more than just a stick figure. However, the first time he tried to pull on one of the threads to make it move, the whole thing fell apart on him. Again. Biting off some choice words to express how frustrated he was – he didn’t want to get in trouble with Asha’man Daine or Yasmene Sedai, after all – he recreated the fish with a few more minutes of work, and then set about carefully testing each thread of water until he figured out how to make his fish look like it was swimming, but the most he could do was make it twitch before it fell apart again. And again. And again.
He was getting to be about ready to give up on this particular lesson, when instead he decided to mix some thicker threads into the shape to keep it from collapsing every time he tried to make it do more than twitch. Finally he was successful, while he couldn’t make the fish swim through the air, he could make it’s tail move back and forth in a jerky semblance of life. And just in time, from the looks Asha’man Daine and Yasmene Sedai were directing at him. He resolved to stay and talk to them when the class was over, to try to explain how much difficulty he was having with Water when Fire had come so easily to him.
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Contrary to what Daine had expected, he was actually enjoying teaching the novices. When he’d been transferred from the Black Tower to the White, somewhat against his will, he wasn’t sure what to expect. It seemed so passive here, with the women hiding in their Tower waiting for Tarmon Gai’don to happen, whereas the Black Tower was doing something about it. However, since his arrival, he realized the women actually were doing something, they were just much more subtle about it. Come to think of it, it was kind of like how Yasmene Sedai had described Air and Water versus Fire and Earth. Perhaps that’s why women had the Air/Water affinity and men were better with Fire/Earth. Definitely something to think about later, and perhaps discuss with Yasmene, if she could tolerate his presence outside of this lesson.
“Well, now that you’ve had practice pulling water out of the air, now it’s time to actually do something with that water.” Yasmene Sedai said loudly, interrupting Daine’s thoughts. Yarren, Daine noticed, was moving among the novices, passing out empty soup bowls. The few novices out of their seats, where they were depositing their balls of water back into the buckets at the front of the room, hurried back to their desks when Yasmene started talking.
“Each of you has a bowl in front of you, so first you will create a ball of water small enough to fit in the bowl, and if you can’t make a ball that big, that’s fine, you can make two if you want, or work with half the amount, it’s your choice.”
Goosebumps shuddered over Daine’s arms, indication that Yasmene was channelling. She had done the demonstrations for the first part, but for this section, he wanted to contribute as well, so he quickly seized saidin and separated out water, forming a ball at the same time as her.
“You will be using the bowl as a container, so that your hands are free for other things, because many of you will feel the need to use gestures.” Plucking her ball of water out of the air with a net of water, Yasmene deposited it into the bowl Yarren handed her, and placed the bowl on the large desk that dominated the front of the classroom. Frowning momentarily, Yasmene did something, and suddenly the water in her bowl was a cool blue-green.
Since she was obviously waiting for him, Daine quickly dumped his water in the bowl, channelling Spirit into it, giving the water a silvery glow. Obviously Yasmene was satisfied with that, because she turned back to the novices, informing them that they wouldn’t have to colour their water, she and Asha’man Daine were doing it to make the demonstration much easier to see.
“Now this one is a modified version of the ball weave; it’s just a different shape and one that you will be moving around by shortening and lengthening different strands within the weave, like this.” Yasmene, who had been holding saidar the entire time as evidenced by the goosebumps that still populated Daine’s arms under the long sleeves of his uniform, did something again, and suddenly a figure rose up out of her bowl. The vaguely man-shaped figure clambered awkwardly over the side of the bowl, and once standing on the desk, began slowly dancing an awkward jig. The novices all began giggling and clapping, and Daine had to give Yasmene some credit, she did think up some fun lessons. He had no idea what he would teach the novices, which is why he went to the Mistress of Novices for help in the first place.
Not about to be outdone, Daine seized again, channelling into his bowl of water, essentially a net of water in the shape of what he wanted, and out of his bowl rose a shape, definitely female, which also climbed out of the bowl and began dancing. Where Yasmene’s was doing some sort of jig or country dance, Daine’s water figure fluidly slipped into the beginnings of the sa’sara. ‘She’ didn’t get very far though, because Yasmene’s scandalized “Asha’man Daine!” broke his concentration so entirely that his dancer melted into a puddle that ran across the desk and dripped onto the floor. Unable to restrain themselves, the novices roared with laughter, and even Daine and Yasmene succumbed to the hilarity of it.
“Well now,” Yasmene said when everyone had finally calmed down, “you’ve seen the theory behind the weaves, so we’ll divide into groups again, boys with Asha’man Daine and girls with me.”
Daine moved off to the left side of the room again, surrounded by white clad boys and young men, some of whom couldn’t be much younger than him. Surrounded by those eager faces though, Daine felt positively old.
“Right, I’ll show you the weave again, regretfully not the dance or her brother might have my head again, and then you can go off to practice. Don’t worry if you can’t get your figure to do very much, it’s quite difficult to manipulate single strands within weaves; that’s why thicker strands are better, even if the figure is awkward. You don’t even have to make a person, just make some sort of shape and move it around a bit. Whatever you’re comfortable with.
To make the demonstration easier, Daine used much thicker strands of water which had been flattened, much like ribbons, and wrapped them up in the shape of a stylized horse. The horse walked stiff-legged across the desk he was using, then laboriously turned around and jumped into the bowl before turning into a puddle of water again. “Remember, wider, flat strands make it easier to move things, but the movements are much jerkier and less defined. Experiment with whatever you’re comfortable with, and if you lose control of the water, make a net just like the ball weave and lay it flat under the puddle. You can pick up the water like that, put it back in the bowl and start new, like this.”
Forming a tightly woven net flat on the desk, Daine pointed to a random novice. “You, boy, dump the bowl on the desk please.” Gulping, the novice did as he was told, watching in surprise as the water ran to the edge of the desk and stopped, because Daine had raised the edge of his weave into a bowl, effectively containing the water.
“Now then, if there aren’t any questions, you can get to work.” Daine glanced over at Yasmene Sedai who was huddled with the girls, where it looked like a cat was walking around the desk. Then the female novices scattered, and Yasmene went back to the front of the room to join her brother. Daine elected to move around among the novices. Noticing one young man with a raised hand, Daine hurried over, just as Yasmene did the same for one of the girls.
OOC: I’m sure you guys know the drill by now, 500 words please, nothing too good or dramatic, you’re all new novices : ) If you’re having trouble finding ideas for what to make with your water, email me and we’ll concoct something. This lesson is now closed unless you have a really good reason or prior permission.
