<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/NoviceLight.jpg)</div>Character name: Serain<br/>Position: Novice<br/>Tag: Amyrlin Raine Alvare, Open<br/>Time: Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/>Place: Amyrlin's Office<br/>Warning: n/a<br/><br/>Serain stared at the Accepted, eyes darting from the girl's lips to her eyes the other woman's words. She might have only been at the White Tower for a few days but even before she had arrived she had at least heard of the Amrylin Seat and the idea that the woman wanted to see her for any reason made her sick to her stomach in a way nothing ever had before. She could actually feel her limbs start to shake and she felt a sudden wave of cold strike her like a blow with a lance.<br/>She tried to speak but no sound came out and at the thought of meeting with such an important woman she suddenly felt like the child everyone refered to her as, all tangled limbs and flyaway hair. In the stories, even Kings and Queens took a leg to the Amrylin Seat- what did the woman want with her?!<br/><br/>"Peace!" she gulped, hastening to her room as fast as her legs would carry her that wasn't at a dead run. It only occurred to her after she had changed her dress that she had forgotten to curtsey to the Accepted who had summoned her. Not again! She wasn't used to curtsying or even wearing a dress- she'd spent time outside with her brother and father training horses and doing chores about the house, and none of that had ever seemed like a good reason to stain a dress, much as her mother had tried to force her into them.<br/><br/>From there she went as fast as she could to the Office, feeling the urge to vomit with every step closer that she got<br/><em><br/>The Watcher of the Seals, the Flame of Tar Valon..the Amyrlin Seat.</em><br/>The list of titles thrummed through her head over and over.<br/><em>What does she want with me?</em><br/>Anything she had gotten in trouble for was supposed to go through the Mistress of Novices- she remembered that much. Most of the past few days had been a blur of new faces and names she couldn't remember and new rules she constantly forgot. The one thing she did know, and what made her want to cry more than anything had since being denied the chance to join the cavalry, was that whatever she had done had been so bad the most important person in the Tower had summoned her. She might even be sent home! As unhappy as she had been so far, she didn't want to go back home; her dream back there was dead and all she'd probably be able to do was get married! She didn't want that to be all she was- here she was given the oppotunity to fight against the Dark One and Shadowspawn the way her family had!<br/><br/>The doors were open as she approached and she swallowed against the lump in her throat. Should she just...go in? The redhead knew she shouldn't keep The Amrylin waiting, but...What was she supposed to say?!<br/>Serain tiptoed in, trying to make as little noise as possible. Saldaean women were known for their strength of will, but given the circumstances she wasn't the least bit ashamed that her knees were shaking so bad she feared she might fall over if she curtsied- Peace! She wasn't forgetting that at a time like this! The young woman dropped into as deep a curtsy as she could manage, wobbling precariously and barely -somehow- managing to stay on her feet.<br/>It was just as well she didn't know what to say, because she remembered another rule she'd probably broken ten times on accident- she wasn't supposed to talk to Aes Sedai without them telling her it was alright. She certainly wasn't saying anything now then!<br/><br/>And so the young Novice waited to be let up from her curtsy- she wasn't taking any chances- and kept her eyes on the floor.