Puppet Master

Novice Nero Acacia, Written by Meri
Posted on Wed, Aug 25, 2010 16:42 pm

As the lesson progressed, their Aes Sedai instructor seemed to lose some of her preoccupation with teaching a lesson with a male counterpart. Not enough time had passed for her to grow accustomed to the onslaught of men within the Tower, Nero surmised. She didn't gaze at him with the same level of scarcely-veiled unease that she had when he had introduced himself – nor at any of his male classmates, either. Truthfully, the Asha'man and Aes Sedai seemed as if they were creating a friendship. Almost.

Nero had never anticipated that he would be mighty in the One Power, but it was disappointing how little of it he was able to channel. Perhaps he could be as Yasmene Sedai was, the type who could not channel much, but could channel it efficiently. Glancing at his classmates, it seemed to Nero as if even the women were having less trouble manipulating such a small amount of Power than he was. Compared to the men in the classroom, Nero's attempts were downright pathetic.

Feeling less than pleased with his progress thus far, Nero attempted to make himself comfortable in the small, rickety desk. He had only been in the Tower for a few months, but his whites fit too tautly across his chest. It wasn't that he was growing more muscular or even thicker; he was sprouting like a beanpole. He could barely fit his knees beneath the desk. He had never thought he would be tall – his mother was no paradigm of height – but then, Ingrid was the only family he had ever known.

Gales of laughter brought Nero forth from his preoccupation; he must have missed something entertaining. The novices around him were red-faced with merriment, which only increased the seam of his frown across his forehead. Feeling a little perturbed at being left out, the novice made an effort to focus more – he had always had trouble with preoccupation and ennui.

The next assignment was merely an extension of their first trial. Once Asha'man Daine had sent the boys to create their dancing figures, Nero's first task was to assemble the net across his desk. He had no desire to humiliate himself further by giving himself a dousing. He had, in fact, already bathed. That part was actually rather simple in comparison to how much trouble Nero had had during the first part of the lesson.

Mission accomplished, the novice proceeded to recreating his earlier attempts with channeling Water, this time focusing on gathering it in the bowl in front of him rather than in the palms of his hand. His first attempt was fruitless. Thinking that it might prove easier, Nero decided to cup his hands as he had before. Most acts of channeling he had witnessed in the Tower seemed to be accompanied by physical hand gestures. Though he was still sweating by the time he gathered water in his bowl, gather it did.

He created the bowl weave again, but trying to do as the Asha'man had done, flattening and widening the strands in the weave. Never one with an artistically creative bent, the boy decided he would create the most obvious – and perhaps easiest – figure: a fish. Channeling wide strands of saidin, he gathered them into an assemblage that loosely resembled the marine picture he had in his mind's eye. Apparently, translating a mental picture to a physical manifestation was not Nero's forte, for the thing was lopsided and had an eye roughly half the size of its head. He tied off the weave and then began tweaking, pulling a strand here, cutting another here. Like a puppeteer, Nero wiggled its tail. He couldn't help but snort-laugh. No, he decided, an artist he could never be.

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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.

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