Why me?
Sadrok Rachin - Novice, Written by CJ
Posted on Fri, May 14, 2010 20:52 pm
Sadrok’s first few weeks of novicehood had been rough.. especially being one of a very few male novices. Learning was difficult, his lessons came at the mercy of visiting Asha’Man or the occasional Brown sister who knew absolutely nothing about what it was like to seize Saidin. He spent a lot of his meager spare time in the library, trying to find some buried tidbit of information that might make it easier for him to control the raging flows of Saidin. As it was, he could feel Saidin‘s light over his shoulder, he could reach out to it.. and maybe he would touch it, but he had yet to bend it to his will as he had that one day on the roads.
He had been heading back to his quarters when someone slammed into him from behind. Catching himself on the wall, he started to round on whoever had run into him, then dropped a low bow when he caught a flash of color at the hem of her dress. Wonderful.. an Accepted. She’d probably blame him, as if it was his fault she ran into him. “My apologies, Accepted.. Let me get those for you.”
Sadrok didn’t wait to hear her response, he slipped straight into Cat Crossing the Courtyard as he moved to retrieve the books she had dropped when she ran into him. At least turning away gave him time to hide the frustration in his eyes.. The hierarchy in the Tower was aggravating, but if he was ever going to learn to control Saidin, he’d rather do so here than be made into a weapon for the Dragon Reborn at the Black Tower. He couldn’t wait till he was an Accepted himself, then he could resume studying swordsmanship as well, but for now he just wanted to be able to channel at will.
In reply to A Dark Purpose (Attn: anyone)[show]/[hide]
Kipcha softly closed the book she was looking at, the pages slamming shut with a soft thunk. The library was a place she was comfortable in, the books that it held holding a myriad of knowledge waiting to be found. She was frustrated, though. The Yellow had many books on the subjects of healing, with entries written about nearly every disease, and Kipcha felt she needed to know all of them by the time she was raised to the Shawl. She was looking, though not obviously, for something a little darker. She had heard stories and legends, whispers from people afraid to speak up in corners, about using the healing weaves for something darker,, something more sinister...to use the One Power to hurt.
A small smile crossed her lips as she thought of it. It was her greatest desire to serve the Great Lord as best she could, even if it meant hurting others to do so. All for his sake, and for the sake of hurting all those people who ever caused me any discomfort, anything bad whatsoever. Her murky green eyes hardened, and glinted with a malicious light. "Especially Kiani al'Jaqhar," she hissed through her teeth. "That witch will pay for everything she has done."
Kipcha's eyes scanned the leather-bound books on the shelves, trying to search for something that may give her some insight as to how this was accomplished. A sound of disgust escaped her throat; these Aes Sedai kept no books of any actual use here, only ones that held accounts of past findings and how to cure.
Eventually, a couple books caught her eye, each with a title describing something along the lines of the lost arts of healing, and lost uses for the One Power. Maybe something could be found within the pages of these tomes, these massive compilations of Aes Sedai knowledge, to give her what she sought. Maybe she just needed to seek out other Black sisters within the Tower, see if they had the knowledge she wished to seek.
The Brown sister nodded her head, a motherly smile on her face to see the Accepted with the books in her arms. "The wonders of learning," she murmured, an ink smudge under her left cheek. "Thank you Ariana Sedai," Kipcha murmured.
She turned out of the library, her eyes on the books in front of her, and she didn't notice the person she bumped into until it was too late, the books colliding, and skidding across the floor. "Forgive me," Kipcha murmured, face flushed in remorse, bent over, her blonde hair around her face as she tried to pick up the books, the scars dotting her back visible through the top of dress.
OOC: feel free for anyone to join in my dark-purposed Accepted :) She may be a Darkfriend, but she's a softie at heart :P
