Taking Flight

Novice Cerawyn Bandevin, Written by Amy Lynne
Posted on Fri, Sep 3, 2010 06:07 am

 

One by one, with varying levels of ease the novices were able to accomplish their task of creating balls of Water and depositing them once finished into the waiting buckets at the front of the classroom. Cerawyn felt a small satisfaction at being among the first to accomplish the task, and still more pride in being one of the only to be able to increase the size of their ball with relative ease. Ease was perhaps to light of a word to use, it had not been easy, but not nearly the struggle of previous lessons. By the end of the first part of the lesson Cerawyn found herself staring at a ball of water that was closer to the size of a large melon, rather than the size of her own cupped hands. She tried hard not to let that pride show however, the Aes Sedai would not like a simple novice getting \far ahead of herself and her abilities. Still, Cerawyn could not help relishing the fact that she was good at something, other than scrubbing floors and washing pots.

When Yasmene Sedai's Warder handed her a bowl, Cerawyn took it with a small murmur of thanks. The Gaidin was not intimidating so much as he was someone unfamiliar that Cerawyn was not certain how she was supposed to act around. She was to show absolutely respect and deference to the Aes Sedai and Asha'man at all times, but she had never been told exactly how the Gaidin were to be regarded. She settled on polite courtesy, though she was certain if that was incorrect or insufficient she would hear about it, either from Yasmene Sedai, the Gaidin himself, or worse yet, Candance Sedai. The Gaidin for his part moved off without a cross word and Cerawyn breathed a sigh of relief as she returned her attention fully to Yasmene Sedai. Eager to do something further with her new found ability, she4 listened as the Aes Sedai explained their next task, and how it related to the bowl in her hands.

Cerawyn gasped along with the other novices when Yasmene Sedai's mundane ball of Water, though mundane might be an understatement to describe anything made with the One Power, suddenly became a man dancing on the table in front of them. Cerawyn could scarcely believe her eyes and she felt her cheeks redden considerably as her gaze moved from Yasmene Sedai's dancer to Asha'man Daine's. She had heard stories of women who did such dances n far off lands, bending men to their will with a simple roll of their hips and yet Cerawyn found it almost shameful to do such things. No doubt Valda would have something very colourful and no doubt unkind to say about such people. There was a proper way to act, and that was not it. Her cheeks reddened still more when she caught herself thinking why it might be improper, she had never paused to question her mother in such a way before. Every day spent in Tar Valon, was a day of change from the naive girl that left Deven Ride. Cerawyn suppressed a laugh when she wondered what Balin would think of his betrothed dancing in such a way. She did not think she could attempt it without giggling like a child.

Cerawyn forced her thoughts from dancing and Balin and back to the lesson at hand. She thoughts perhaps a bird, being small and not too complex would be suitable for the task. Once the girls were dismissed to their seats to practice, she began by forming the ball of water from the air, and dropped it into the bowl in front on her with a gentle splash. Then began the actual hard work of the lesson. Slowly and carefully with threads like the ones Yasmene Sedai showed them, she began making the small water-coloured dove. She did not make the bird in much detail, merely a head, body, wings and a tail. There was no reason to make the bird more complicated than was necessary, though glancing around, her subject seemed much more simple than those around her. Better to start easy and succeed, than to reach too high and fail repeatedly from sheer arrogance. They were words spoken almost as if Valda herself was present in the classroom.

Slowly manipulating the threads, Cerawyn felt as though she was manipulating a child's toy, putting on a show of sorts. She first pulled the bird from its place just above the bowl up to her eye level. Once satisfied that the bird would not spontaneously fall apart before her eyes, she set about making it move. With a slow methodical touch, she pulled at the top of the wings and they rose and then the bottom and they fell once more. Up and down, up and down, and then faster though the movements were still shaky, still no where near the smoothness the Aes Sedai managed with her dancer. But she was succeeding, and Cerawyn could not truly be sad about that. She wiped her brow with the sleeve of her dress, feeling the more familiar strain of a more difficult weave. She let the bird collapse into the bowl, and took a few deep breaths, steadying herself for another try. This time she hoped to make the bird fly in a small circle over her bowl, which would be more difficult than the simple flapping of its wings.

Cerawyn formed the bird once more, more easily this time, as she had a picture in her mind now of what she wanted, rather than the fumbling attempt to make a bird from moments before. She felt more at ease as she saw her water bird come to be before her eyes. It hovered inches above the bowl, unseeing and yet more real than her previous attempt. Satisfied, Cerawyn began her careful manipulation of the weave. She pulled on each wing, plucking at the threads as a gleeman plucks a tune of his lute. The bird lurched and jerked into a somewhat shuffling motion, no where near as fluid as Cerawyn might have hoped, but yet it flew, slowly but surely, starting and stopping, dipping and rising above the rim of the bowl. She bit her lip, not quite happy with the attempt and yet she was pleased that she had successfully made the bird and it had not melted into a puddle as more than a few novices were dealing with. Yes, it was possible that this would be a strength for her. While others moved toward completing her lesson, Cerawyn made her bird fly around the same bowl, again and again, never quite satisfied, and learning more with each attempt. 

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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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