A Contemplation of Colors (Anyone)

The air around her head was stuffy, and her notstrils were filled with the scent of books ancient with age and packed full of wisdom.  The Library was a place where many, Novices and Aes Sedai alike, could go to escape the bustle of the Tower, and find a moment of peace in an otherwise hectic world.  As it was, the sea of white-clad novices was neverending, and the sight of it brought a smile to Kiani's face. 

Brilliant blue-gray eyes squeezed shut as a ray of sunlight blinded her momentarily, seeing a rainbow of color dance in front of her vision.  A rainbow not unlike that which represents the Tower, she thought to herself, with the shadows weaving in and out all included.  All colors, representing seven Ajahs, and an eighth no one cared to admit.  Even if that eighth was right underneath their noses, and the number of Black sisters could be completely overpowering, and Kiani would never know the difference.  She thought she had pinned an Accepted with being a darkfriend, once, but that girl had since placed herself into obscurity, and Kiani didn't even remember her name but vaguely.

One thing that was clear, though, was the raven's feathers that were threaded in her hair, and the process of hunting Darkfriends that had been her work since attaining the shawl.  She could think of nothing else for herself but hunting down these despicable vermin who worshiped their Great Lord, and abandoned the light.  But, then, how was she supposed to hunt them down successfully?  She would have to immerse herself in their ways, learn the ways of the Darkfriend scum in order to catch them in the act.  However, but to do that, she would need to get help, obtain knowledge, and it would be a lengthy process.

Then, too, if she were to do that, she would need to get to know all the Ajahs intimately, almost like a Novice during Ajah lessons, to learn the inner workings.  Greens, obviously, were the Battle Ajah, strong and defiant, ready to spit in the Dark One's eye at the Last Battle, and Kiani was ready to join them.  The Blues, seeking reason in all things, the Yellows, seeking to Heal the world, the Reds, though their cause was pretty much a lost one, the Whites, cold and calculating as ever, the Grays, the diplomats, and the Browns, stuck in their books…all of them held a piece of the puzzle. 

"How can I pull it all together?" she growled to herself.  "I need to find someone to help me, to teach me, to….I need to be prepared!"  she swept the books off the table, hearing them land in a thud at her feet.  She rubbed her temples, slumped in her chair.  "Maybe I'm going crazy," she muttered miserably. 

OOC:  if you'd like to join, join :) My Green isn't that crazy