<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Kimika Togita<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Mistress of Novices, Yellow Ajah<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>At the Amyrlin's office<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">The Mistress of Novice was generally a warm and kind woman, someone easily approachable. Unless the set of her mouth looked like she had just bit into a lemon, that is. She loathed to use the birch switch that remained hung behind her desk as a reminder to all the children and young women of the tower that blatant disregard for rules had painful consequences.  Some day, whether she disliked it or not, she had to do it and punish one such undisciplined child. She consoled herself thinking that she helped shape the Aes Sedai of tomorrow or at least the dozen that would actually make it there… So few novice. So few new sisters…<br/><br/>Kimika noticed that she was wearing a scowl when a novice gave her a frightened look and skirted around her in a wide berth. A few steps, and a deep breath, later her features were schooled to that typical Aes Sedai serenity and she glided toward the Amyrlin's office. The more she walked, the more relaxed she became and left the memories of the recent welts that she had caused settle in the back of her mind and be forgotten until the Novice broke the rule again.<br/><br/>She wore an elaborate dress of a bright yellow that would have pleased the tinkers. She wore it only on festive days and given that today was special, it was what she had chosen. The loose skirts  went down to her ankles, hiding her soft leather boots that were so comfortable for walking and dancing. The hem of the skirts and cuffs were embroidered with dark green vines and tiny white flowers. The bodice was a bit tight, but that was a seamstress' mistake as it had always been so, but not uncomfortable. It emphasized the ratio between her small waist, and her generous bosom.  The yellow-fringed shawl was left behind, feeling no need to advertise more than the smoothness of her cheeks did. People of Tar Valon knew Aes Sedai when they saw one, and others… they would learn.<br/><br/>Kimika ran a hand in the long brown hair, which she let completely loose upon her shoulders, before entering the office of the Amyrlin Seat.  Having them climb all the way up to her office, just to have them climb all the way down and go into the city… Kimika tried not to let it affect her mood and become grumpy. It was too easy for her to get sour since the death of her Gaidin, but she was getting better at catching it in time. Her steps made almost no sounds as she glided in. <br/><br/>She immediately paid proper respect to the Amyrlin. "Mother" She spoke softly and bent a knee it a respectful and polite curtsy, then she registered who else was there. She acknowledged the Valdar and the Master with a polite nod of her head, and something of a small, relaxed smile on her lips; a smile that reached the warmth in her eyes. She went to stand not far from the Amyrlin's desk, and eyed the Novice briefly.</div>