<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/BlueAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Aleana Schiller (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11575159#msg11575159)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Keeper of the Chronicles, Blue Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>None (As yet!)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ardan<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Keeper’s Office to Dining Room<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/>Remaining in her office for a time after the Amyrlin left the Tower in the care of several Aes Sedai and Gaidin, Aleana finished one of the many projects always awaiting her attention before setting aside the quill she preferred for writing.  Wincing lightly in the privacy of her own office, she balled her right hand, stretched it out and clenched it again.  She had logically understood that she would do a great deal of writing when she accepted the place as the Keeper of Chronicles but she hadn’t really understood just how cramped her hands would be by the end of the day.  Rubbing at her right hand, massaging her palm, she rose from the large, gorgeous desk and bent over to blow out the candles on her desk.<br/><br/>Sliding the chair back into place, she glanced at the desk one last time to be sure that she had everything cleared and secured.  Most of it had been taken care of before the crowd had arrived to meet with the Amyrlin but she always double checked.  Once satisfied, she strode toward the door, her copper thigh peeking out of the high slit in her long blue dress.  While she had made some strides in altering her Domani heritage, she had always disliked outfits that were too conservative, too modest.  The blue dress (http://www.wearingideas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Royal-Blue-Prom-Dresses-13.jpg) she wore did reach the ground even if the slit up her leg did reach her mid-thigh.  The royal blue dress was tight at the top, molding itself to her willowy body and had a braided strap over one shoulder.  It was far more conservative now than when she had been simply a blue sister.  And she had even more conservative dresses for times in which her duties would require her to meet with those of more uptight nations.<br/><br/>Making her way down the stairs, her face implacable, Aleana curtly nodded at the very few people still wandering the halls of the White Tower.  Between the faire and the time of the day, there weren’t many left to greet, for which she was grateful.  Coming into the dining room, her tan eyes quickly scanned over the few people left.  Picking a more private table, one away from the few left, she settled herself with an inward sigh.  Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she watched as a table with two sisters hurried to finish and leave.  It wasn’t an entirely uncommon reaction to her presence as she wasn’t exactly known to be relaxing and it had only gotten worse since she took the stole of the Keepers office.  Nodding in acknowledgement to the Accepted that set her drink down, the same one she had sent to the kitchens to alert them she was coming, she took a sip of the spiced tea, the heat sliding down her throat pleasantly.  As the food arrived, she settled in to eat her meal, her manners pristine and her etiquette flawless.  Thoughts still churning over the business of the White Tower, she didn’t even notice as the dining room cleared out further, leaving her and only a couple others enjoying the cooks creations.