<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/AmyrlinSeat.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Amyrlin Raine Alvare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557590#msg11557590)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Amyrlin Seat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Serain, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Amyrlin's Office<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>It felt to Raine like everyone was out of the Tower and in the city at the Tar Valon Fair. She could hear the music off in the distance, when she looked out her window at the streets far down below they were full of various lights and teaming with people. Raine stood at the balcony watching, peering over garden grounds below, out over the high walls, and off into those busy city streets. In the distance the shadow of the colossal Dragonmount loomed ominously, forever reminding her that time was running out... The Last Battle was coming. She showed no outwards signs of stress but internally she was torn. All of the petty business of the day to day operations of the Tower seemed so insignificant to her but still they had to be done.<br/><br/>The Mistress of Novices was one of those currently out of the Tower walls and no doubt tracking down some wayward Novice. So it crossed her desk sometime ago that a couple of the girls had come to blows, or so it seemed that one had struck the other. Raine already left instructions for the one attacked to see the Mistress of Novices in the morning but the assailant would need to be spoken to immediately. Well, maybe it could wait but Raine was looking for any excuse to break from reading over the minutes of the last council meeting.  No, Keeper sat outside her office tonight. She had given her leave so the doors were simply wide open for all to enter. Raine preferred it that way most of the time, only closing them when the most secret of conversations were had.<br/><br/>.... Else where in the Tower a young Accepted whisked about the halls with utmost hast to where Serain Kaltorin was told by one of the Aes Sedai to wait. The mousy looking girl, with near black eyes and hair in a short pageboy style approached Serain quickly.<br/><br/>"Serain Kaltorin, you are hereby summoned before The Watcher of the Seals, the Flame of Tar Valon, the Amyrlin Seat. You will do so with utmost haste," the mousy short Accepted named Dalene lowered her voice and leaned closer so no one would hear. "What did you do?!" Her eyes bulged slightly. "Clean yourself up fast and run if you have to but don't let the sisters catch you doing it. Now hurry, don't keep her waiting. Don't just gawk at me, go go go."<br/><br/>Raine waited with her back to the door, standing on her balcony. A breeze blew through her long wavy dark brown hair, it hung down her back, two clusters pulled back and braided to keep the hair out of her face, the long tail of the braid falling down the back of her head. She wore simple dark blue and cream silk dress, a dark blue shrug covering her shoulders and sleeves. The folds of cream coloring making subtle strips of folded fabric among her full length skirt. Under the dress she wore soft soled sensible shoes. Although she was of no Ajah and all of them, part of her would always be a Blue and the dress clearly gave it away. The shawl she wore about her waist and that draped over her forearms on the other hand was a bright long strip of silk, about a hand wide as was tradition it contained seven bands of color, one for each Ajah.<br/><br/>Her desk was simple polished plain stone, a slab left behind by the Ogier masons centuries ago. The chair she normally occupied behind the desk was simple and made of plain local lumber, it had plush dark blue velvet cushions affixed to it. She had that hand crafted by a local carpenter, he was no great artist and hardly heard of but she happened by his shop with her entourage the day his family moved to Tar Valon. She greeted him warmly and on the spot had him make her a chair. Her payment for it was generous. Raine had a firm belief in helping the smaller business owners and she often paid higher prices for lower levels of craftsmanship for personal affects such as her chair. The walls of her office had a hand painted mural completed by a dozen artists from the local district, it stretched all the way around the office in a single band approximately a span off the ground and two spans wide. The mural depicted an evolving timeline that ran from one scene into the next, blending along as it told the story of the Breaking of the World up to the point Raine herself was chose to be the Amyrlin. That last part was left off the mural. At points in it's making she had them add in little items, hidden things not secret to the Aes Sedai but mostly unknown to the outside world. It took a dozen artists a year to complete it and she thought they did a magnificent job of it. It was dark in it's palette but rich in detail. At times she would wonder the office while thinking and study it.<br/><br/>Today however, she stared out at the city Fair and waited for an impetuous novice to reveal herself.<br/><br/>