The Square Bob

Novice Kaia Ariasca, Written by Jenn
Posted on Fri, Aug 20, 2010 10:28 am

The lingering amusement that coloured her smile faded as Kaia returned to her seat, warily eyeing the unassuming soup bowl in front of her.  The figures that Asha’man Daine and Yasmene Sedai had created had been remarkable to behold, the water woman and the provocative dance matched with the water man and the spirited little jig he did.  Given that the seemingly simple task of creating an orb of water had, in fact, not been at all simple, Kaia was fairly certain that she wouldn’t be able to make anything resembling a person, or an animal like the watery cat for that matter.  But, all she had to do was make it into some sort of shape and move it around a little.  All she had to do…

Kaia’s tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she gave herself a mental shake.  This uncertainty, this hesitation, irritated her.  Yasmene Sedai had said earlier that skill and finesse would serve better than raw strength.  So Kaia was not particularly adept with Water; it did not mean that she couldn’t still wield it.  It would simply take more practice and greater effort.  She would keep her weaves small and hopefully that would make this part of the lesson all the more manageable.  There was nothing for it now but to weave something and see where the attempt took her.

Keeping her gaze fixed on the bowl so she would not be distracted by the other Novices and be tempted to make her Water weaves bigger, Kaia embraced, separating out a thin ribbon of Water about the width of her thumb.  Carefully, she began weaving, a small orb of water taking shape.  With methodical slowness, she made sure that the weaves were snug against one another, pausing to check and re-check the weaves.  When it was finished, she was moderately pleased that the water orb was actually spherical.  Only a few drops splattered onto the desk as she inspected her work, green eyes tracing over where she had made errors on her previous attempt.  She had left too much space between the threads, hence the leaks.  That made sense.

Depositing the water into the bowl, Kaia took a moment simply to enjoy her small victory, basking in the joy and sweetness that saidar brought.

Her moment over, she studied the amount of water actually in the bowl.  It was barely half full, but the figure she had to make didn’t have to be very large or detailed.  That realization bothered her on some fundamental level.  Normally one with a flare for the dramatic, Kaia fought to curb that instinct, a large part of her protesting even as she settled on the simplest design she could think of.

Copying the way she had seen the flattened weaves, she wrapped it around the water, her eyes narrowing in concentration.  A rectangular box rose up from the water, admittedly not very high, but the edges and planes were clearly defined.  With saidar enhancing her senses, she was surprised that she could feel an individual bead of sweat that trickled down her back.  Kaia’s concentration slipped for a moment and one side of the rectangle sagged, water oozing back into the bowl.  Snapping her focus back onto her weave, the water returned to the sagging side and the rectangular box righted itself.  Inwardly bracing herself, Kaia began the arduous process of lengthening the strands on one side while shortening the ones on the opposite side.  Yasmene Sedai made it look easier, much easier, than it actually was.

She couldn’t get the rectangular box to dance, nor could she make it legs and walk.  She tried twice, both attempts ending with the water sloshing back into the bowl as she lost control of the weave.  The best Kaia managed to do was to get the rectangular box to wiggle, the mid-section bobbing with lackluster enthusiasm from side to side.


((OOC: Apologies for any typos and the unusual lack of long winded-ness.  This cold is kicking my arse.))

In reply to Part II: Dancing Queen (or King)[show]/[hide]

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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