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Soaring in Place
Novice Medaea sur Yvaine, Written by Taryn
Posted on Tue, Aug 24, 2010 09:46 am
Watching the Asha’man and Aes Sedai produce results with their forms of water heartened Medaea. Those who were relatively strong in the Power might not be able to work more delicate and intricate flows in the same way that those two had. Her own lack of significant strength was sometimes frustrating as the other Novices seemed to think strength in the Power meant they were better than her. But for something like this—she knew this one she wouldn’t get on the first try, but she would succeed in less tries than some of her other Novices. She felt supremely satisfied that her internal questions and discoveries about not needing hands and moving water without touching it were confirmed.
Embracing, Medaea wove together the strands of water, nearly a duplication of what they had just done and pulled up a long thin blob of water that rippled with the slight breeze that moved through the room. What to make? Something that would be relatively easy to construct and move without being too easy. And nothing that would set her up for failure. Glancing to the window, she saw a bird soar past, wings spread wide as it rode on currents with complete freedom.
For a moment, Medaea frowned at her hovering mass of water, it moved and oozed on itself of its own volition and she couldn’t figure out how to spread it further into the shape she needed. Glancing over to another Novice, she saw the girl move the strands of Water about, guiding the edges into a different shape. Aha. Manipulating the strands took a little practice, it was like trying to hold on to a wet eel writhing in her bare hands, but after a moment of concentration, she figured out the trick of letting the flows move where they wanted and giving them just a little nudge. Within a few moments, her ball of water had transformed from an oozing shape of nothing into a longer, flatter shape flanked on either side by flat wings.
She would never be considered an artist, but the general shape of a bird now floated before her, stationary as it glimmered from errant light hitting the water. Moving the wings up and down was the next challenge and she considered what the Aes Sedai had done to make her figure start dancing a jig. Thinner, flexible strands of water had been used give him a smoother movement while she’d used some flatter strands for the less agile actions. Medaea guessed she would need a mixture of the flatter ribbons and the finer threads.
Drawing the flat threads through the center of the wings and filling in the edges with the finer threads, Medaea moved them in the same manner as the Aes Sedai and gave a squawk of surprise as the wings pumped up and down vigorously, shaking free a few droplets of water. Pulling back on the weave, the water bird became stationary once more and she considered the whole weave. It needs more smooth agility at the base of the wings. Spinning some thinner threads where the body met the wings, she looped them into the flatter thread and removed all of the filaments from the edges. Instead she had several flat ribbons spanning from her filaments and gave them a final tug.
With pleasure the first flap of wings went smooth—well, smoother than the first try. It wasn’t nearly as sinuous as the figuring dancing the sa’sara, but for her second attempt it would do. Pushing and pulling the threads, Medaea worked through some of the kinks in her first few tries of making the bird “fly” until the wings moved, undulating in place. It was no sa’sara, but she was at least pleased that it wasn’t a frenetic, mechanical pumping of wings spraying water everywhere anymore.
Yasmene Sedai passed by and gave her nod of approval after watching Medaea move the bird a few moments. Once the Sister passed to the next Novice, Medaea gathered the bird back up into a ball of water once more again, using the threads of Water, and this time, she dropped it into the bowl with a small splash without using her hands.
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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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