The White Tower ~ The Infirmary
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				Title: <strong>The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>17-08-2015, 20:49:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">The Infirmary</span></span></div><hr>Domain of the Yellow, this is where the injured and those in need of healing come to get the required attention and rest.
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				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>18-08-2015, 10:31:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open (anyone is free to jump in!)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Minor Injuries<br><hr>Stifling a yawn, Shayella lifted the cup of hot tea to her lips, sipping at the strong brew gratefully.&nbsp; “Thank you.”&nbsp; She said to the young novice that had brought her the beverage.&nbsp; After another sip, she set the cup down carefully and regarded the young woman that would be assisting in the infirmary that day.&nbsp; “It will not be an easy day for you.”&nbsp; She mused, feeling for the novice even though she understood why it was necessary.&nbsp; She had gone through the same thing herself.&nbsp; “You’ll be expected to keep the infirmary floors clean, the linens changed out between patients and fetch supplies as needed.”&nbsp; She explained calmly, her voice gentle.&nbsp; She would have made a terrible Mistress of the Novices but still respected that they were cycled through the Tower to clean and build character.<br><br>“Some of the males training to become Gaidin have already started their daily workouts and sparring.&nbsp; If any should arrive, you are not permitted to speak with them.”&nbsp; She continued.&nbsp; It was Tower policy to keep the novices away from the males and it was rather difficult to do while working in the infirmary.&nbsp; While there were occasional women that had some sort of channeling accident, it was most often the males that came in with injuries.&nbsp; Her blue eyes flicked to the spotless white dress the novice wore and down to the dark yellow one she wore almost wistfully.&nbsp; Being a novice was incredibly hard and she was grateful to be past it but the experience had brought her to where she was today.<br><br>“Yes, Aes Sedai.”&nbsp; The young woman replied softly, her voice filled with the exhaustion that was apparent on her young face.<br><br>Nodding in approval, they both turned at the sound of heavy steps falling on the immaculate floors.&nbsp; Shayella’s brows knit at the sight of the Valdar entering the infirmary, one arm bent at an unnatural angle.&nbsp; “Please, have a seat.”&nbsp; She said and gestured toward one of the beds set up for the patients.&nbsp; Wasting no time, she strode toward the injured man, her slightly heeled shoes making light clicking sounds on the floor.<br><br>“That’s quite a break.”&nbsp; Shayella remarked with a sympathetic wince.&nbsp; She could see the break clearly and a bulge where the broken bone was trying to push through his skin.&nbsp; Glancing up at his pain stricken face, her deep blue eyes met his for a moment.&nbsp; “What happened?”&nbsp; She asked casually, trying to distract him from the obvious pain.&nbsp; <br><br>As he spoke, telling her about his morning training and thrusting when he should have parried, she listened and touched the One Power.&nbsp; Laying her hand ever so gently on the break, she began weaving water, air and spirit into a healing weave.&nbsp; Carefully, she wove the healing around his arm, taking from his own energy and body to heal the broken arm quickly.&nbsp; The broken bone reset and knit together seamlessly as she used the One Power.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath, she let the power drain from her and smiled at the Valdar.&nbsp; “You’re all set.”&nbsp; She said, pleased to see the pain gone from his face.&nbsp; “A healing like this does take quite a bit out of you.&nbsp; You’ll need to eat more today than you might be used to and I recommend resting today.”&nbsp; She mentioned.&nbsp; “And perhaps a lighter training day tomorrow.”&nbsp; She paused, her smile brightening.&nbsp; “Good luck to you.”&nbsp; She added at the end.&nbsp; She was always happy to treat the Gaidin in training as those that made it to being bonded were not only expected to risk injury for an Aes Sedai but also their very lives.&nbsp; It was an incredible act of selflessness and bravery and Shayella respected anyone capable of doing that for another.&nbsp; The bond was such a deep, emotional connection between two people that she couldn’t praise the men enough that dedicated their lives toward that potential outcome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>19-08-2015, 00:42:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Shayella Adair, open<br><strong>Time: </strong> Morning, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place: </strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning: </strong> <br><hr><br><br><br><br><br>Warner strolled... more like hobbled... stiffly into the infirmary, his eyes scanning the room as he tried to keep his features blank. He couldn't believe that he had to come here... damn apprentices...<br><br>He stood, hands clasped behind his back and waited for someone to be freed up to deal with him. It was going to be embarrassing and he was sure that it would be all over the tower before sunset... he shuttered to think what Avalyn might think; even if it had been an accident and none of his fault at all.<br><br>He cleared his throat and looked about again, "Might I get a bit of help when someone is free?" he said with a tight voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>19-08-2015, 01:17:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Warner, OPEN<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Minor Injuries<br><hr>Overseeing the novice, Shayella inwardly smiled, though she gave no sign of it, at the young girls dedication.&nbsp; Distracted by the presence of the novice, she didn't realize that anyone walked in until she heard a masculine voice speak from behind her.&nbsp; Turning at his words, she winced when she saw Warner in the infirmary.&nbsp; Moving swiftly at the sight of him, she gestured to a bed.<br><br>"Please, have a seat, Gaidin."&nbsp; She said, her brows puckered in concern.&nbsp; She didn't know the man well but she did know that he was bonded to Avalyn and that meant a great deal to Shayella.&nbsp; She didn't want one of her Sister's warders going untreated.&nbsp; It was especially important since they had been Accepted together.&nbsp; If nothing else, they had gone through a rather rough period of their lives in company of one another.<br><br>"You seem unwell; can I render you aid?"&nbsp; She asked him warmly, her concern for him writ on her face.&nbsp; She never bothered to mask her natural concern for the sick or wounded.&nbsp; "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>19-08-2015, 15:33:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin<br><strong>Tags: </strong> Shayella, open<br><strong>Time: </strong> Morning, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place: </strong> The Infirmary<br><strong>Warning: </strong> Embarrassing injury<br><hr><br>Warner glanced at the surface and gritted his teeth at the invitation, "Thank you <br>Shayella Sedai, but I would rather stand." he said in his deep voice. "Sitting may be a... ummm... difficult propisition at the oment."<br><br>His eyes drifted to her and then away as he closed his eyes and let out a breath, "Well, you see, I was over at the forge and taking a break with one of the smiths... there might of been some ale involved, I'll admit." He looked at her again and back toward the far wall. "I was sitting on a stool giving a little advice to an apprentice who was working on a hinge&nbsp; piece..." <br><br>He paused and tried to control the color in his face and tried to not move any more than he had to. "Well, the apprentice is a clumbsy boy and he was turning to dunk the iron in the barrell... it's hot when it's being worked, you know... and... umm... he tripped."<br><br>Warner glanced again at the yellow sister, clearly not wanting to say anything else but knew that he couldn't get away with not telling the story. He took a deep breath, winced again and let it out slowly, "The daamned idiot dropped the hinge right into my lap, you see...." he said finally in a rough.<br><br>It might be about then that she might smell a faint hint of scorched leather...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>20-08-2015, 06:16:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Warner, OPEN<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Tending to injuries<br><hr>Simply nodding at Warners decision to remain standing, Shayella listened to his story, her eyes widening minutely as he spoke.&nbsp; No wonder the Gaidin didn’t wish to sit down!&nbsp; While it likely wasn’t the best idea to mix ale with an apprentice smith and instruction, she said nothing along those lines.&nbsp; Gaidin, as far as she was concerned, were entitled to a bit of fun.&nbsp; Especially when their Aes Sedai was safe in the Tower.&nbsp; <br><br>“I can’t imagine the pain you’re in.”&nbsp; She said sympathetically at the end, already moving to place a hand on his arm.&nbsp; “I’m so sorry that happened, Gaidin.”&nbsp; She knew that there were many that would laugh or find his story inwardly amusing and, while it did have an element of humor, she couldn’t be amused while he was in pain.&nbsp; “We’ll get you fixed up and feeling much better.&nbsp; It’ll only take a moment.”&nbsp; <br><br>As before, Shayella focused inwardly, touching the source of the One Power.&nbsp; Calling on the elements of water, air and spirit, she willed them into the healing weave with practiced skill.&nbsp; It was, by far, the weave she used most frequently.&nbsp; Focused on his body and the damage he had taken, she could feel the power move over his flesh and repair the damage done in moments.&nbsp; Once complete, she took a deep, steadying breath and let the power drain from her slowly.&nbsp; Use of the One Power was addicting and Shayella didn’t ever wish to fall into the downward spiral of addiction.<br><br>“It’s likely you already know but healing such as this takes a lot out of a person.”&nbsp; She mentioned, as she always did.&nbsp; Aftercare was just as important as the healing itself.&nbsp; “Please eat more today than you normally might and if you find yourself uncharacteristically hungry, it is a normal side effect.”&nbsp; She mentioned.&nbsp; “And, if you can, rest a bit this afternoon.”&nbsp; She didn’t know Avalyn well enough to know whether Warner would have said chance but there was no doubt in Shayella’s mind that the Aes Sedai felt his pain through the bond either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>20-08-2015, 16:09:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin to Avalyn Sedai<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Shayella Sedai<br><strong>Time: </strong> Morning, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place: </strong>&nbsp; The Infirmary<br><strong>Warning: </strong> <br><hr><br><br>Warner nodded slowly, hurt really wasn't the right word, but he was suppose to be a manly man, as all borderlanders were, and if it didn't kill you, you bore it stoicly.... but damn, it hurt. "Like bloody hell." he said through stiff lips.<br><br>He had been through healing before, many times over the last few years. The first time had been from an aile spear in his side; it had been so cold that he barely registered the sensation of the healing; but he barely had a noticable scar for the effort. But, you never got use to it.<br><br>His body stiffened and he hissed sharply as the healing took hold; it felt like he had been dropped into an ice-fishing hole in mid-winter and left there for hours... but when it was done, he had to reach out and grasp a table to keep himself upright.<br><br>He pushed himself up straight again, feeling uncomfortably weak and as hungry as a bear coming out of hybernation, but his privates didn't feel like they had been cooked anymore and that was it's own particular joy. "Thank you Shayella Sedai." he said in his deep voice and bowed respectfully to her... and his stomach growled. "I'll make sure to do that, but Cook may balk at me depleating the sausage supply again." He managed a little grin, "She swore that the next time she would take it out of my hide, so I may be back in an hour or so."<br><br>He turned, carefully, and made his way out of the infirmary, debating if he should fall down or eat first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>21-08-2015, 21:41:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Warner, OPEN<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Tending to injuries<br><hr>Keeping a steadying hand on Warner as the healing finished and he swayed, Shayella regarded him with worried eyes for a moment.&nbsp; Healing was quite an experience and, normally, she insisted that the person be sitting or laying down for their own good.&nbsp; However, in his case, she completely understood the need to not do as such.<br><br>“You are quite welcome, Gaidin.”&nbsp; She replied, inclining her head respectfully.&nbsp; Smiling at his promise to eat, it turned to a laugh as he continued.&nbsp; “If the promise was made only for the sausages, there’s always a bacon supply to deplete.”&nbsp; She mentioned, her blue eyes filled with amusement.&nbsp; <br><br>“Take care of yourself and good luck to you, Gaidin.”&nbsp; She added as he was leaving the infirmary.&nbsp; While she was never one to wish a Gaidin back to the infirmary, she did hope to run into him again.&nbsp; His sense of humor so soon after such an uncomfortable accident spoke of his character.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning her attention back to the infirmary, she kept herself busy, her gaze occasionally flicking to the Novice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 21:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Shayella (if she wishes), Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>In this place, the domain of the Yellow Ajah, Yfan's pace drew several sniffs of disdain and looks of stern displeasure. This was not exactly unwarranted as Yfan very nearly trampled underfoot a Novice carry various medical supplies from a store room into a treatment room. Thankfully Yfan managed to weave around the Novice with no harm done than startling the young woman, who gave a most un-Aes Sedai-like note of shock as Yfan charged by. The trainee would face any consequences at a later time. <br><br>Yfan was very familiar with the Infirmary. He was treated on an almost daily basis. It was something that proved fortunate now as Yfan carried Ishara to a treatment he was well acquainted with and one that he knew Shayella Sedai frequented. With some fortune, she might be there now, or else another Yellow of equal skill. Yfan had many times been the subject of Shayella Sedai's healing weaves and recipient of her medical expertise. He instinctively brought Ishara to the place he associated with her. <br><br>The tall Kandori brought Ishara to one of the beds and laid her down. "Shayella Sedai? Are you here?" Yfan said, his voice uncharacteristically loud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 01:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Accepted <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Late Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> An alley behind a crowded pub (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234951.msg11574199#msg11574199) -&gt; White Tower Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>They made their way from the city back into the White Tower, the trip was short as they had only been a couple blocks away. Ishara's friend the guard took a step forward to greet them on arrival, there was a short formal phrase for welcoming back people but it was clear he did it because he saw her limping at Yfan's side and leaning against him. With a gesture of her hand she waved him away. <br><br>"I'm alright, guardsmen... Just a minor accident. We'll see ourselves to the infirmary."<br><br>No more then a few feet inside and Yfan scooped her up and into his arms, her long legs dangling over his right arm. Ishara put her arms around his neck to steady herself and leaned against his chest. The big man quickly turned it into a dead run, which was just as well because she was starting to feel a bit light headed by it all. Though the wound wasn't terrible it was untreated, not bandaged, and still bleeding a lot with every movement. She smiled up at him and patted him on the face, running her finger along a scar. <br><br>"I'll be fine you big ox... Don't go causing a scene..." <br><br>It was no use though, he ran her all the way to the infirmary and didn't stop until he put her onto a bed. Resting back onto the surface caused her to wince a bit. "Hand me some cloth, I'll hold it on the wound until one of the Sisters joins us." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 01:51:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Ishara<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Night, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Blood<br><hr>Having received the parchment while at the faire, Shayella returned to the Tower to fill in for a Sister that had departed earlier that day.&nbsp; Heading straight to the infirmary, not even bothering to change, she slipped into the small, private room to make some notes on her arrival.&nbsp; She had no idea if the infirmary would be silent for the night or busy with the addition of the faire in Tar Valon.&nbsp; Adding ale, wine and other similar beverages to a night of fireworks and celebration certainly had the potential of adding up to a great many injuries.&nbsp; Or, with everyone so busy, it could be utterly quiet.<br><br>Just as she was about call for the Novice serving the yellows today, she heard a call from a familiar voice.&nbsp; Knowing Yfan’s voice better than most at the Tower, she rose from the chair quickly, his call to her loud.&nbsp; Rushing out of the room, her brows rose in surprise when it wasn’t him injured but, rather, an Accepted.<br><br>Striding quickly toward the young woman, her heels clicking on the floor, she winced at the sight of fresh blood on the towel.&nbsp; “Excellent work getting her here, Yfan.”&nbsp; She complimented, her brows furrowed as she tried to gently pull the towel away.&nbsp; He had been in the infirmary enough that she often called him by his name rather than the title she reserved for most.&nbsp; Gazing down at the wound, she nodded to herself.&nbsp; <br><br>“We can get you fixed up in no time.”&nbsp; She said to Ishara, her voice both compassionate and confident.&nbsp; Standing on the other side of the bed from Yfan, her gaze flicked between them, speculation dancing in her eyes for a brief moment.&nbsp; While he was not quite a Gaidin and she not quite an Aes Sedai, she couldn’t help but wonder if they were already matched for the future.&nbsp; The thought flicked across her mind and was pushed down almost instantly.&nbsp; Now wasn’t the time to be curious.&nbsp; Cocking her head, her brows knit.&nbsp; “What happened?”&nbsp; She asked generally.&nbsp; A question she always asked because it was medically relevant and, of course, sheer curiosity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 03:11:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Shayella, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>Yfan handed over some cloth bandages. He knew where they were - he was often enough the one such bandages were administered to. <br><br>In short order Shayella Sedai appeared, and it was a relief that she was present. Now, certainly, Ishara would receive quality medical attention. The young man had every confidence in the Yellow's ability to deliver medical care. <br><br>Yfan bowed silently to Shayella Sedai when she entered sight and again when she praised him. He tried to be silent and unobtrusive while Shayella Sedai did her work, but of course there were questions. The Yellow asked, Yfan knew, because such information could help with diagnosis and determining a course of treatment. "Ishara was set upon by men while we were out for the fair." He told Shayella Sedai. "One of the men cut her with a dagger." The young man reached behind his back and withdrew the daggers the two Shienarian men had employed. They were largely identical, but Yfan held the one in his left forward more than the one in his right. "This is the blade that cut Ishara, Shayella Sedai." The trainee told the Yellow, indicating the dagger in his left hand. <br><br>"I was cut with both." He left speculation as to whether the blades were poisoned unspoken. Yfan reasoned that they would not be, since neither he nor Ishara showed signs of such and he was able to engage in rather strenuous physical activity at Ishara's behest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 01:20:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Accepted <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Late Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong>&nbsp; White Tower Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br><em>“We can get you fixed up in no time.”&nbsp; &lt;Shayella&gt; said to Ishara, her voice both compassionate and confident.&nbsp; “What happened?” </em><br><br>Ishara relaxed her mind as best she could, steadying herself for the gently poking and proding that would occur as Shayella examined her. She opened her mouth to speak but Yfan was already replying to her about what happened, because he looked a bit anxious to Ishara. At least as anxious as a stoney faced Kandori man could look. She choose not to speak until after he was finished. <br><br>"Yfan is correct," Ishara said quietly as she was being healed. "It was my fault, Shayella Sedai. I was impetuous and let curiosity get the better of me by launching myself directly into a crowded pub. I was heedless of the dangers and didn't properly mind the gentlemen, Yfan, who I am sure was trying to warn me to not run off. Before I knew it I was cornered in a backroom by three armed men. Well two armed Shienarans and one local. Yfan was quickly in the room and wrestled them away from me. I owe him my life. Not to mention him getting me here with as much haste as we could. We really didn't want to call attention to the fact that I was wounded. Yfan covered me so no one would see."<br><br>Ishara paused a bit and looked to Yfan, whom she hadn't really shared all the details of the conversation with or even how well she knew the Tar Valon man. She let out a soft sigh as the healing was finishing, a gentle drowsiness and sense of thirst starting to build in her.<br><br>"Shayella Sedai. That man that was organizing the attack, and it was organized. Well, it was Master Marcel the town grocer that brings produce to the novice's mess hall. I know him well. I was not mistaken. He seemed nervous and they were trying to strip me and dress me in other clothes to take me some place by force. I think they were trying to kidnap me? But I don't understand why. I'm no one of note. Who do you think I should tell this too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 04:20:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Ishara<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Night, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Blood<br><hr>Listening, Shayella’s features falling into serious lines, her dark brows rose at the mention of the attack.&nbsp; As Yfan spoke, she leaned closer to the wound, seeking anything that would indicate any form of poison or any other nasty surprises.&nbsp; Rising from Ishara, she shook her head at the sight of the daggers, irate that someone would dare attack an Accepted so close to the Tower.&nbsp; Though she gave little indication of her growing anger, her blue eyes darkened as she inspected the dagger in his left hand.&nbsp; <br><br>At his next words, she took a deep breath and nodded.&nbsp; “Thank you, Yfan.”&nbsp; She murmured.&nbsp; She would tend to his wounds as well but needed to focus on Ishara even as questions piled up in her mind.&nbsp; There was quite a bit missing from the story but there was one detail that caught her attention.&nbsp; “Did you kill them?”&nbsp; She asked the Trainee, her typically compassionate voice hard.&nbsp; While she wouldn’t care at all if he did, the Master of Arms would need to be informed if they were still at large.<br><br>Cocking her head as Ishara spoke, she listened in entirety before speaking again.&nbsp; “It’s the fault of the people that attacked you rather than your own.”&nbsp; She assured.&nbsp; While it might not have been wise to go rushing into an establishment when her guardian had specifically asked otherwise, it by no means meant that Ishara should be attacked.&nbsp; "Personally, I am just glad you had Yfan with you."&nbsp; She added as she now knew that he had saved the Accepted's life and kept her from being kidnapped.&nbsp; <br><br>Pushing aside her own rising anger as the rest of the story came out, filling in some of the gaps, Shayella shook her head, disgusted.&nbsp; She wanted to wake the Tower and get people moving on this but that was not the way of the Aes Sedai.&nbsp; Nor, really, her own methods when her anger wasn’t flared.&nbsp; She was protective of the Novices and Accepted as they were under the care of the Tower.&nbsp; Rolling her shoulders, she drew in a deep breath slowly and released it just as slowly.&nbsp; “We’ll get you healed first.&nbsp; The Master of Arms needs to be made aware so he can inform the rest of the Trainees, Valdar and Gaidin to take special care.&nbsp; The Mistress of the Novices needs to be alerted so she can handle both the food and investigate within the Novice Quarters.&nbsp; I will send a message to the Keeper and she can inform the Amyrlin.”&nbsp; It was the proper protocol to inform the various people in charge of specific aspects of Tower life and handle the situation discretely.&nbsp; If the people responsible for whatever was happening found out that they were investigating, they might simply disappear before the Tower could catch them.<br><br>With the plans of how to handle it in place, Shayella focused her energies on the healing.&nbsp; Touching Saidar, she carefully wove the web of healing, calling water, air and spirit together.&nbsp; As the power flowed from her to Ishara, she watched as the cut began to knit itself together.&nbsp; Once Ishara was taken care of, she calmly repeated the process for Yfan.&nbsp; <br><br>Releasing the One Power, her shoulders slumped and she shook her head minutely.&nbsp; It had already been a long day and, though she was tired, she knew that she would be on duty for at least a couple more hours.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 04:22:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Kalain was always late.&nbsp; In the year since their sessions had taken place, he had been predictably tardy and Shayella (https://41.media.tumblr.com/a34af605c96beb4d140a881ce24f33c4/tumblr_nc39d5t3sM1twwtlao1_250.jpg) could only assume that it was a mixture of stubbornness and a lack of desire for the meetings in the first place.&nbsp; At first, she was annoyed at his behavior but now it was different.&nbsp; Now she set up the times and arrived just a bit before he would actually show up.&nbsp; If he had noticed that the food and tea she had was still hot when he arrived now, when it hadn’t been before, he had said nothing about it and she wasn’t going to broach the subject with him.&nbsp; She had no doubt that he would make himself even later or be prompt if he found out that she used the extra time to her advantage.<br><br>Smoothing the back of her yellow dress (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/69/32/7f/69327f6ab27b085275104116df08ea68.jpg), Shayella settled herself into one of the three comfortable chairs in the private room off of the infirmary.&nbsp; As healing took many forms, the Aes Sedai had a few small rooms to work with those that needed healing of the mind rather than of the body.&nbsp; Running a hand through her loose, black hair, she fixed her warm smile in place at the tentative knock at the door.&nbsp; She knew, with certainty, that it was the novices she had tasked to bringing the food and tea.&nbsp; <br><br>“Come.”&nbsp; She called simply, watching as the pair of them let themselves into the room.&nbsp; Likely it was no end of annoyance to the Novices that she had been so specific in her desires for the dishes but everything was done for a reason, even if she never shared it with them.&nbsp; Directing them as they placed the finger foods, on platters of blue and white, on the wooden table that acted as a focal point for the three chairs, she nodded her approval once it was just perfect.&nbsp; The carefully chosen green tea cups were settled on their saucers and the matching tea pot joined the food.&nbsp; Whether Kalain would eat and drink or not was up for grabs but that didn’t matter to Shayella.&nbsp; It was the addition of the colors that mattered.&nbsp; The colors of the Ajah’s had significance to anyone who had served the Tower as long as Kalain had and these colors in particular helped guide his mind where she needed it to be.&nbsp; <br><br>Dismissing the Novices after they were done, Shayella pondered this session, the warm smile falling from her face the moment she was alone again.&nbsp; Kalain was not an easy man to speak to in the best of circumstances and was often quite volatile with her in their sessions when she was poking at the things that caused him the most pain.&nbsp; Though, in the privacy of her own head, she could be honest enough to acknowledge that she didn’t blame him at all for that.&nbsp; There weren’t many at the Tower that would welcome someone poking and prodding at their innermost hurts and vulnerabilities.&nbsp; <br><br>Rising as the door opened again, the warm smile sprang up instantly, a habit so well formed she didn’t even notice herself doing it and inclined her head at him.&nbsp; “Greetings, Kalain.”&nbsp; She said, skipping the formal title during their private sessions though she was careful to address him by Master of Arms anytime outside of it.&nbsp; “Care to sit?”&nbsp; She offered easily though demanded nothing.&nbsp; If she told him to sit, she had no doubt he’d stay standing on principle and sit if she asked him to stand.&nbsp; She cared not what he chose and let it be his choice completely.&nbsp; “As always, there are refreshments if you’d like.”&nbsp; <br><br>Settling herself comfortably back in the chair, she poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it while he got comfortable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 05:53:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Shayella, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>"I killed one Shienarian and Ishara the other. The grocer is alive; we left him bound atop a building beside the pub." Yfan related to the Aes Sedai. His eyes flicked to Ishara and then back to Shayella Sedai. <br><br>"I issued no warning, Aes Sedai. I failed to remain at the Accepted's side, failed to spot her assailants, and allowed her to come to harm." The man said flatly. He did not appreciate that Ishara was massaging the truth. Providing what she <em>believed</em>. Yfan did not want to hide behind Ishara's words. Yfan considered himself a man and that meant facing the consequences of his actions. There was no doubt in Yfan's mind that the Master of Arms would not see Ishara's impetuousness or 'failing to mind the gentleman' to count for anything when assessing this matter.<br><br>The chill that passed through him was familiar, as was the weariness that followed. His nostrils flared and he drew in a deep breath as that chill flowed through his large body. The weave was indiscriminate, and it repaired the cuts suffered as well as a few minor, nagging injuries that Yfan had not seen fit to bring to the attention of the Infirmary staff. These cuts were not so serious as to burden Shayella Sedai, Yfan though, but there was no room for him to argue with the member of the Yellow Ajah.<br><br>"My gratitude, Aes Sedai." Yfan said humbly, bowing to thank Shayella Sedai for her use of the One Power upon him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 04:06:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Accepted <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Late Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong>&nbsp; White Tower Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>"Yfan, is correct about Master Marcel," Ishara said as she sat up. "We bound him with the One Power and tied him up. He's on top of the building across from the pub." Ishara nodded as she added to the information and Yfan explained a bit further. "But, Yfan.. you are not my Warder. We were just students together at a fair." She let out a slight sigh, her head slumping forward and pale strands of fine blond hair falling in her face. Exhaustion was beginning to take her. She sighed again. "I give up. You are just determined to take responsibility for this." She continued on muttering slightly, "Woolheaded sheepherder"<br><br>Turning back to the Yellow Sister, "Thank you for everything, Shayella Sedai. With your leave I would like to return to my room for rest now." Pondering it for a moment she returned her gaze to Shayella. "Should I go with you to explain all of this? And you know, despite what Yfan says, he may not have directly said that I shouldn't go running off but his posture and demeanor spoke volumes. It was a warning that I should have heeded. Next time I'll have to keep him closer at my side."<br><br>Slipping off the table, Ishara balanced herself with one hand. After a moment she moved to stand on her own. Adopting a defensive posture and crossing her arms under her breasts while glaring at Yfan. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 08:24:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Ishara<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Night, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Listening to Yfan, Shayella opened her mouth to speak but closed it again.&nbsp; She had no idea how the men were trained and, while in her opinion Yfan had done no wrong, the Master of Arms might feel differently.&nbsp; She didn’t wish to undermine any training or rules Kal had set in place for the trainees and Valdar.&nbsp; “The only thing I will say on this matter is that both of you are alive and here rather than dead or someone’s captive.&nbsp; As a healer, that is what I find important.”&nbsp; Her gaze flicked between the two, “And I am glad that you both were honest about what happened and reported it.&nbsp; That alone could help the Tower deal with the situation before anyone else ends up in this situation.”&nbsp; <br><br>Nodding at their thanks, she smiled at them.&nbsp; “You’re both very welcome.”&nbsp; Already Ishara knew she needed to rest and Yfan came in frequently enough that he knew the warnings so Shayella skipped her typical speech about tending to themselves.&nbsp; Cocking her head, she pondered for a moment.&nbsp; “As I believe that the story of what happened to both of you is best told by you, I recommend that you, Ishara, speak to the Mistress of Novices and that you, Yfan, speak to the Master of Arms.&nbsp; I will speak to the Keeper.”&nbsp; She paused, “If you’d like to speak to both of them together, that is your choice and may give a more complete view of everything that happened.&nbsp; I suggest starting with the Master of Arms as he can see to it that the man in brought to the Tower for questioning.”&nbsp; <br><br>“I would also ask that you both speak only to those two individuals.”&nbsp; Shayella added, her brows knitting together just a touch.&nbsp; It was at times like these that Shayella regretted not having a Gaidin of her own.&nbsp; If she did, she could have sent him to collect the man and bring him to the Tower.&nbsp; “It is much easier to handle these situations if rumors aren’t circulating about them.”&nbsp; While that was true, it wasn’t the entire truth.&nbsp; As ever, there were far more complexities involved in anything that took place at or near the White Tower.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath, Shayella let them get on with their night but couldn’t help but slip in one little reminder.&nbsp; “Take care of yourselves.”&nbsp; She said with a small smile, inwardly amused at herself.&nbsp; When it came to the care of others, she rarely could completely stop herself from adding at least a little something even if the patients were accustomed to her healing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>28-08-2015, 20:14:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>Things had been going so well. Why did he have to keep showing up here? It was like they were waiting for him to break for him to make a mistake that they could all point to and claim that he was unfit for duty. If they wanted the Master of Arms title they could just bloody well take it, get someone else to train the lordlings and wouldbes. Then they could have the second best flaming army in the world instead of the best but hey, it would not be his problem anymore. No, his problem would be the little green that held the other half of his bond. She was as stubborn as Elaine but instead of having a firm head on her shoulder she had to seek out battle, often antagonizing the shadow in the Blight.<br><br>Maybe that was why he liked her?<br><br>Without realizing it he had started to smile. That just made him all the angrier. The last few days had been interesting. Between the faire and the sands life had taken a rather, his steps paused as his mind came up empty. Unique? That would be the best until he could find something better maybe he would stop by the library and ask one of the browns for a proper word they tended to enjoy feeling useful. So then why was he here again? It would have been the better part of a year and to his knowledge he had not killed anyone or anything that did not deserve it. He was fine. Angry. Irate. Irrational. Normal. Glancing out the window he took count of the day. He was late. Every time he had been pushing it just a bit longer, trying to disrupt the yellow sisters schedule enough that she would eventually give in.<br><br>She hadn’t.<br><br>So lost in his thoughts he did not see the novice that bumped into him, the low growl that was an apology causing her to scurry away her eyes widening as she saw the sword. That had been a point of contention as well, something about taking it from his cold dead hands if they wanted it. At least he had not drawn it... there was still plenty of time for that. Kal smiled, a quick show of teeth as he entered the infirmary. Today he had thought about tracking the place up with mud but then realized that the only thing he would be doing was creating more work for the poor novices. He settled with just being later then usual.<br><br>The last few sessions or what ever they were called he had chosen things at random to become angry with. Each time he picked a new topic those that were similar to the previous in an attempt to throw her off the trail of whatever the bloody hell she was searching for. It had become a little game, and the more he played the more rules he had figured out. Kalain was not a stupid man, many people dismissed his intelligence based on his behavior or antics. They were wrong. This latest adversary, because that is what the yellow sister really was, was proving to be problematic. She was not giving up.<br><br>With a sigh he pushed open the door not even bothering to knock. The lines on his face increased as he saw the spread on the table. She had been expecting him to be late. “Shay” he spoke briskly nodding to her. If she wanted it to be informal he was fine with that. “No, but you are going to keep me anyway if I stand so might as well be comfortable.” She drew his attention to the food, the colors carefully arranged. <em>Yes. Bloody Woman. I get it,&nbsp; part of the tower that he was not cast aside.</em> “Still no whisky, or ale. Just these…” he poked at one of the offerings, “poor excuses of food. Did you make some poor novice prepare this for us and tea? When is the last time I drank tea.” He sighed pushing them away, having to hold back the urge to just push the plates off the edge and enjoy the crash.<br><br>He settled for pushing them just enough so that he could prop his boots up on the table, leaning back in the chair his blue eyes carefully observing the woman. Sizing her up as one would an opponent, looking for that one fatal flaw that would be the end of all this.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 04:20:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Cocking her head as Kal pushed aside the tea cup and plates, Shayella watched him as he made himself comfortable, resting his feet on the table.&nbsp; Her brows knit as she considered him for a moment, her gaze wandering over his face.&nbsp; “Hmmm?”&nbsp; She asked, distracted enough that it took her a second to remember his questions.&nbsp; Shrugging, her gaze flicking to the food and back to him, she answered his question, “I don’t know who cooked the food.&nbsp; The kitchen is the territory of the Mistress of the Kitchens.”&nbsp; A small smirk played across her face and she rested her elbows comfortably on the arms of the chair.&nbsp; “As for the whiskey or ale, the answer is the same as it has always been: while it might help you get through these sessions, it’s counterproductive to our purpose here.”&nbsp; It wasn't exactly a secret that Kal really didn't enjoy their sessions and, though she suspected that he disliked her as much as he did their discussions, she wasn't particularly surprised or offended by either.&nbsp; He was the Master of Arms and responsible for training each and every potential Gaidin that came to the Tower and his mental health was not only important to her but the Tower as a whole.<br><br>“How was your week?”&nbsp; She asked, starting in on the discussion.&nbsp; He hadn’t come here to ask questions about the food nor find a nice place to rest his feet.&nbsp; He had come here because he was ordered to do as such and, while he was happy to waste her time, she wasn’t inclined to do the same.&nbsp; Her dark blue eyes studied him as she spoke, keeping the warm smile she typically wore.&nbsp; Though she was less and less concerned with keeping her version of Aes Sedai stoicism with him, it was habit and not easy to break.&nbsp; “You seem… more relaxed this week.”&nbsp; She stated, her brows rising in curiosity.&nbsp; <em>Did you kill someone?</em>&nbsp; For the moment, she refrained from asking that particular question.&nbsp; Though killing was in his job description and he always had good reason for doing so, it had been one of the few things that seemed to relax him since the death of his previous Aes Sedai.&nbsp; <br><br>Pondering for a moment, she distracted herself with the offerings of the kitchen before asking yet another question.&nbsp; It hadn’t ever been a question that Kal had enjoyed answering, as far as she could tell, but a necessary one.&nbsp; “Have you spent any time with your bondmate, Moira Sedai?”&nbsp; The two had spent little time with one another, as far as Shayella had been aware, often avoiding one another.&nbsp; While not every Aes Sedai and Gaidin were particularly close, she suspected that his avoidance was mostly about the loss her suffered when Elaine Sedai had died.&nbsp; Because of that, she asked the question every single week, getting a feel for any progress he may have made with her.&nbsp; While she hoped that the two would grow closer as time passed, she wasn't betting much on that.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally picking a honeycake to sample, she nibbled on it politely, giving him a chance to answer her questions, if he was going to, uninterrupted.&nbsp; Plus, she suspected that, if she plucked a nerve, the food would end up scattered on the ground, ruined.&nbsp; She wasn’t going to let all of it go to waste should his temper erupt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 17:57:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>No. Why would she know? It was not like people mattered to Aes Sedai. There was a flicker of dismay that danced across the old warder’s face and for once he did not bother to hide it. Kal made it a point to learn every trainees name and to pair it with an appropriate face. That way when they returned in his dreams to ask why he had sent them to their deaths he could address them properly. That always surprised them, kept them off balanced. It also made it very effective for discipline. Nothing made a soldier cringe more than having their superior officer yell their name across the field. “Yes counterproductive. I could see that.” He rolled his eyes hard enough that he could not help but wonder if it made an audible sound. The whisky would have relaxed him enough that he might have actually considered talking after enough shots, also it would have been hilarious to watch the yellow succumb to the effects of the drink.<br><br>“My week? I should probably look at your reports to tell you about my week because I am sure every last bloody movement of mine is observed.” It was not paranoia when he was right. If it was not the yellow’s agents then it would have been the blues to see if he talked to anyone else when it came to Elaine’s plans or Moira’s little group or perhaps the Amyrlin. Everyone walked on eggshells around him and it was starting to get to him. The only two that seemed to look at him as a person was ‘Eve and Moira and one of them had recently attempted to put a sword in his back. Without thinking he pushed back into the chair a bit, the shoulder throbbing a bit even though it had been healed perfectly. It was an echo nothing more, a distraction. He pushed it aside. “Do I? Then it is clear our little sessions are working.” The sarcasm in his voice would be unmistakable. If he was relaxed it would have more to do with the women in his bedroom then anything they would have talked about.<br><br>He leaned forward a bit, as if waiting for the question that she would have wanted to ask. The network of spies within the tower were good but he had trained a few of them, knew how to slip by when needed. There was little doubt there were quite a few spans of time that he had gone unobserved. “Yes, because that light forsaken girl wanted to go to the bloody faire.” It was his job to protect her, and he was not about to let another one die. The first one had broken him the second one? For once, Kal did not want to think about what it would do to him. He could still feel the first one, feel the just her name sped his heart beat up and pressed against him. The need to act, to get out of this chair and do <em>something</em> was an all too familiar feeling. It had taken a moment for him to realize one very important fact.<br><br>She had no clue that Moira and he had not spent every night alone and there were several that they had spent together. It had just been sex, something that this woman probably could never understand. Moira was a warrior, a fighter, cut from similar cloth as him. They needed…a release? That was the best word his mind could come up with and it had been volatile. Never in his years would he imagine it to be like that. Kal shook his head letting a small smirk curl the edges of his lips as he looked across at the yellow.&nbsp; So this is what it had to feel like being an Aes Sedai and knowing more than the person sitting across from him.<br><br>“We can play this game all evening, Shay. For once can we cut to the chase and just ask what you need to know to get this finished.” His arms folded across his chest, right hand under left so that his fingers were still within range to pull his sword if needed. “We are both busy, and I am not sure about you but my patience is growing thin of these games.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 04:29:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Shayella’s shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug at Kalain’s seemingly bitter question.&nbsp; “If I wanted to hear others renditions about what you have been doing during a week, I would read the reports before you arrived.&nbsp; I would certainly have enough time.”&nbsp; She said, the corners of her mouth quirking in a hint of a smirk.&nbsp; Most of the time, she read the reports after he left.&nbsp; It was easier to compare what he said with what the reports said and allowed her to remain impartial while he was with her.&nbsp; Blue eyes never leaving him, she saw the moment something occurred to him and the way he slightly pushed the chair back caught her attention.&nbsp; There was, as usual, so much going on with the man and he was too stubborn to share with her.&nbsp; Noting the reaction, she kept it in mind but stayed focused on the current conversation.&nbsp; Leaning back in the chair as his sarcastic words, she wished for the freedom to roll her own eyes but kept herself from doing as such.&nbsp; <br><br>Far more interested in what he had to say about Moira, she listened and studied him carefully as he spoke.&nbsp; It was clear that something had changed but she hadn’t been lying about reading the reports before a meeting.&nbsp; Again, as they watched each other, she could see the light in his eyes change just slightly and the small smirk cross his lips.&nbsp; There was a good deal more than the man wasn’t telling her but, in truth, she was used to that.&nbsp; He treated their sessions as little more than a game or, perhaps, a battle of wills.&nbsp; “Did you enjoy your time with Moira?”&nbsp; She asked him, one brow arching in curiosity.&nbsp; She was curious but, as well, it might actually be some signs of acceptance.&nbsp; “What did you two do at the faire?”&nbsp; <br><br>Her brows rose at his next statement but there was no part of her that was surprised.&nbsp; He hated the sessions, as far as she could tell, and had done much to try to get out of them over the past year.&nbsp; “You would like me to get to the point?”&nbsp; She asked but didn’t wait for an answer.&nbsp; Setting down the partially eaten honeycake, she wiped her fingertips on a cloth napkin.&nbsp; “Very well.”&nbsp; She paused, meeting his eyes, “I want to know if you are starting to accept Moira for who she is or if you are still comparing her to the dearly departed Elaine.&nbsp; I want to know if you’re still in pain every time you spend time with her; if being around her is nothing more than a reminder of what you have lost.”&nbsp; Shayella stated bluntly though her voice was gentle as she spoke.&nbsp; She wasn’t actually trying to cause him pain.<br><br>“I would like, just once, for these sessions to not revolve around your distrust of Aes Sedai and the Tower as a whole.”&nbsp; She said, not having missed the cues of just how much he seemed to distrust, or even dislike, Aes Sedai.&nbsp; “I am not out to get you, Kalain.&nbsp; I am not out to get you pushed out of your position.&nbsp; I have been your advocate since Elaine died.&nbsp; I fought for these sessions as many of the others didn’t even want to give you that chance.&nbsp; These session, regardless if you feel it is a waste of your time, are meant to keep you as Master of Arms.&nbsp; Even though you’ve often treated me like I might be a Trolloc in disguise, I have fought for you every step of the way.”&nbsp; <br><br>Blowing out a breath, just stating what she had been hiding from him felt like a large weight off her shoulders.&nbsp; The sessions were never supposed to be about her but they had been making so little progress that perhaps some honesty was in order.&nbsp; Leaning back in her chair, she shook her head.&nbsp; “Now, I can’t imagine how it has felt to have so many eyes in the Tower watching your every move and treating you like you’re going to explode any moment.&nbsp; Your anger and distrust is warranted but, ultimately, not helping.&nbsp; So, if you want to get to the point and be done with these sessions and done with being watched, help me help you.”&nbsp; She cocked her head, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.&nbsp; “If you cannot work with me, that’s fine, we can find another Yellow Sister to start fresh with you.&nbsp; However, before you make that decision, think carefully.&nbsp; I have tried, very hard, to allow you privacy.&nbsp; I don’t spy on you and I don’t read the reports about your actions before you arrive.&nbsp; I am doing my best to let you speak with me on your own terms.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 05:40:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>That statement almost surprised him. It was real close to a truth but then she had to use that little qualifier. Want. She could easily not want to do any of this. The meetings forced on her just like it was him. Kal sniffed, louder then he really should have as though he did not believe a word she said. Aes Sedai could not lie but they could cut so close to the truth that it might as well be one anyway. He leaned back, trying to relax as he met her eyes. She was intelligent, far more than he gave herself credit for. She studied the mind, more importantly, his mind. How much could she see when he refused to? The yellow was just as dangerous as Moira or a red. Then she asked more about Moira and the first instinct was to clam up, to keep whatever information he could from her in a way of protecting his Aes Sedai. That was new.<br><br>He ignored the first question. It did not matter if he enjoyed it or not, he had a job to do. If that meant dancing and smiling then…<em>Shit.</em> Denial. He could see it now and bloody hell he had to do something about it. Tricky Yellow. The Master of Arms sighed softly, relaxing with the exhale. “We danced, although I am surprised you are not asking me about the fight with the Red sister on the sands” It was the truth, technically. What came after could also be described as a dance but there were things that he was not ready to admit to anyone let alone a stranger to their bed. Their bed? When did that happen? The bond was getting complicated, if he relaxed for a moment it seeped into his head and muddled his thoughts. <br><br>Then the pretense fell away and he could not help but smile back. His mouth opened as he tried to answer but she was already preceding. Eyes followed her hand as she settled the food down and started talking. "Fine. Truth on all sides then.” Kal’s eyes settled on hers and refused to move away as he answered each question in turn. “Yes and no. I am accepting it because it is my job. I am accepting it because I am afraid that if she dies then there will be no coming back again.” It had taken a supreme amount of effort to admit that last bit but he kept going, letting it be a cleansing moment. “Everything she does reminds me of Elaine, for a time they were inseparable I see it in the way she moves and in the way she laughs. So yes everything good that I can remember about her I see in Moira.” He had loved the blue sister, and many thought that they had fallen into bed together but she was always like his little sister.<br><br>“I am in constant pain. Every breathe feels like knives deep in my chest. Every beat of my heart feels as though it going to be plucked from my chest. It is agony unlike anything that I have ever and unlike anything you could hope to understand.” He breathed in, and was damn proud when it was not shaky. “You could like that all you want but when she needed you the most there was no one to be found. The tower failed her and if she did not believe in all of you so much my vengeance would have found its way here.” Eventually they would have stopped them. There was little he could do against a channeler of any strength but he had been around them long enough, knew their weaknesses. It would cost them dearly, his life sold for a premium of blood.<br><br>“So tell me Aes Sedai, how do you fix that how do you fix me? That is why it is a waste.” Then his eyes narrowed and the smile he gave with a flash of teeth was predatory in nature. “No, because if I looked at you like a trolloc, you would be dead.” It was said simply with very little emotion in his words. To the Master of Arms, it was a simple truth. A blink, and she would have a sword buried in her chest. “You can’t it is enough to make my teeth itch. They are all waiting for me to fall and there is a part of me that just wanted to, but <em>she</em> would hate me if I did.” Just what he was referring to with ‘she’ he really did not know.<br><br>Moira or Elaine<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 07:19:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Pondering for a moment, Shayella fought not to smile at the answers, and lack thereof, to her questions.&nbsp; Not because the answer he gave caused any amusement but because they were finally getting somewhere with it.&nbsp; Whatever had taken place at the faire was making Kalain attempt to divert her attention away from that and onto the fight he had with Theraeve.&nbsp; While she honestly didn’t track his movements, the rumors of that had traveled quickly through the Tower.&nbsp; &nbsp;“As tempting a diversion as that is, I would much prefer to hear about the rest of your night with Moira.”&nbsp; She said, bring the conversation back to the very topic he seemed to wish to avoid.&nbsp; “The two of you danced.&nbsp; How was that?”&nbsp; She asked, pressing for more details though not really of the event.&nbsp; She was far more interested in how Kal reacted to such things.&nbsp; What he did with his Aes Sedai was not her real concern but the fact that Moira and Kal might be making some sort of connection was of importance.<br><br>Falling silent as he followed her example and let all the pretenses fall away, she gave him the room to speak freely as she had always desired.&nbsp; She had always wanted a real conversation and to actually understand the man that she had spoken to every week for a year.&nbsp; Listening very carefully, her eyes remaining on his, she studied the man across from her.&nbsp; Most often, he had shared more with her only when he was at his most angry, his actions often speaking louder than his words but this time was different.&nbsp; As he revealed truths, some that were new and others she had already guessed at, she felt a knot of tension release from her stomach.&nbsp; Seeing a glimmer of the man beneath the irate exterior, she found herself both liking him for it, rather than just the skill he brought to the Tower, and truly feeling for him.&nbsp; <br><br>Remaining quiet for a moment when he was finished sharing, she cocked her head and addressed the easiest, and the most complex, matter first.&nbsp; “I’m not trying to fix you, Kalain.”&nbsp; Her words were gentle, kind, but still lacking past pretense.&nbsp; “You are not, in fact, broken.&nbsp; You are a man that has suffered a loss that no one should have to face.&nbsp; You are a man that has been deeply wounded, though it’s not visible for others to see, and you are a man that is suffering.”&nbsp; She paused, her blue eyes saddened though she still didn’t blunt the truth.&nbsp; “You are a man that has held an important position in the White Tower, a man with incredible skill and ability, and I believe you feel betrayed by the very people you have served.”&nbsp; She continued, taking a deep breath.&nbsp; “You’ve been given no freedom to heal, no privacy to grieve the loss of Elaine and, more than that, the very people you have served for so long and so diligently, haven’t offered support but, rather, suspicion and doubt.”<br><br>“My task here has never been to heal you.&nbsp; Only time, your own decisions and Moira can do that.&nbsp; I have not been asking about your interactions with Moira to keep track of your activities.&nbsp; As there is no one closer to you in the world than Moira, due to your bond, I was seeking signs that you were opening up to her – even a little.”&nbsp; She explained openly.&nbsp; “In all of this, I can only offer guidance, a safe place to speak and, perhaps, help you to acknowledge things that you might otherwise bury.”<br><br>Taking a sip of tea, she set the mug back down and spoke of those things he might well bury. “I noticed that, when you spoke of Elaine and Moira, you mentioned their commonalities, understandably, but I am curious about some of their differences.&nbsp; What stands out as different about Moira?”&nbsp; She asked, “What traits does she have that are distinctly her own?”<br><br>There was much he had to say that Shayella wished to address but she needed to take it one step at a time.&nbsp; Kal’s personal guilt and the guilt he levied on the Tower for the death of Elaine would, naturally, be a subject that Shayella broached but, perhaps, not right away.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 11:03:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren.&nbsp; Mentioned: Yfan, Ishara, Theraeve<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>After the late night she had yesterday, Shayella (https://41.media.tumblr.com/a34af605c96beb4d140a881ce24f33c4/tumblr_nc39d5t3sM1twwtlao1_250.jpg) wished she could have slept in longer but that was not to be the case.&nbsp; The infirmary was always in need of yellows as many of them traveled or needed to accomplish other tasks for the Ajah.&nbsp; Stort-staffed lately, Shayella had been working hard to cover several shifts in a day.&nbsp; But, more than anything, her concern about what happened to Yfan and Ishara caused a lack of sleep.&nbsp; Though she had personally delivered the message to Aleana, she couldn’t help but wonder would happen.&nbsp; Maybe she should have mentioned something to Theraeve as well.&nbsp; While not exactly in the Red’s purview, she was the person Shayella trusted the most in the Tower.<br><br>Sighing, she rose from the small desk in the office and stretched, arms rising above her head and her back arching slightly.&nbsp; Ruthlessly pushing the thoughts of the kidnapping down, as there was little she could personally do, she blew out a breath.&nbsp; Gazing down at the simple pale yellow dress she wore, the top tying around the back of her neck, she was glad she hadn’t forgone her appearance for the day.&nbsp; When she had first woken up, it had seemed an impossible task to get up and about instead of sleeping for an extra hour.&nbsp; Having forced herself to do as such, she was pleased at the decision now.&nbsp; Her hair was up and bound in a fashionable style, her dress was casual but still pretty and a touch of make-up covered the signs of her lack of sleep.&nbsp; No patient wanted to be in the hands of a healer that couldn’t even take care of herself.&nbsp; At least, that’s what Shayella believed.<br><br>About to leave the office, Shayella nearly jumped at the light tap at the door but, thankfully, got herself under control before it opened, revealing an Accepted.&nbsp; With her typical warm smile, she greeted the woman.&nbsp; “Good morning.”&nbsp; She offered Malene.&nbsp; “I hope you slept well.”<br><br>“Good morning, Aes Sedai.”&nbsp; The Accepted said with a small, respectful curtsey.&nbsp; “I did, thank you.”&nbsp; She paused and gestured toward the infirmary.&nbsp; “Valdar Galvren Valynar is awaiting you, Aes Sedai.”&nbsp; She informed her with a grin.&nbsp; Malene often volunteered for duties in the infirmary and much of it had to do with the chance to interact closely with the Gaidin and those training.&nbsp; Though it wasn’t entirely professional, Shayella often pretended not to hear the Accepted flirt with the men that came through.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thank you.”&nbsp; Shayella offered, her warm smile deepening.&nbsp; She liked Galvren and, though she hated to see him in the infirmary because she didn’t want him injured, she did like the chance to catch up with him.&nbsp; Striding from the small office, she closed the office door behind her and made her way toward the man who had come in to see her.<br><br>“Good morning, Valdar Galvren.”&nbsp; Shayella greeted him, a bright smile on her face.&nbsp; Though she didn’t always use his title and likely wouldn’t again in this discussion, she always liked to offer her respects right away.&nbsp; “How can I help you today?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 00:29:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Open<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Sedai, mentions Avalyn Sedai. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary, Main Ward<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>As odd as it may sound to some, Galvren didn't actually mind the infirmary; sure, sure, being there usually meant that you had something or other wrong with you or you were there visiting somebody <em>else</em> that had something wrong with them, but the fact that you were injured shouldn't be held against the establishment, now should it? After all, it was hardly the infirmaries fault that you had fallen and hurt yourself, or that you had missed a parry or landed awkwardly after a particularly difficult jump and needed immediate healing, was it? Well, unless said injury had occurred <em>inside</em> the infirmary, of course, but leaving that possibility to the side for one moment, really there was no real reason to dislike the place, was there? Some of the oft-cited reasons for peoples distrust and dislike of hospitals and infirmaries in general consist mainly of petty gripes; it smells funny, there's lots of noise, you see lots of injuries, it's usually quite busy, you only go there for bad reasons and never for good ones - and some people he knows would include having children in that category, somewhat amusingly - etc etc, but Galvren never understood that train of thought. Surely a place such as an infirmary should be a beacon of hope to the injured, right? You were hurt, and the hospital promised medical experts and, usually, at least one or two Aes Sedai who could tap into the single greatest power source in the world to literally knit you back together again, largely regardless of whatever wound you had sustained. You were fussed over, taken care of and kept warm, fed and safe while you recovered. What was there to dislike about <em>that?</em> Not to mention, at <em>least</em> half of the young ladies who volunteered to help at such places were both cute and, by their very natures as volunteers at a hospital, warm, kind and sweet. So to sum up: You got fed, dressed, healed, and you got to chat with cute women. Why, <em>by the Light,</em> would you ever dislike such a place? Hm? Oh, cursing's fine so long as it's only in your head, don't worry.<br><br>That being said, as much as Galvren enjoyed his time in the infirmary - especially since he knew a lot of the staff by sight by that point which tended to happen if you spent as much time in there over the course of a decade as Galvren had - he did have to admit that despite the fact that it should be seen as a <em>good</em> place and a beacon of hope and professionalism....it was not somewhere you ever actually <em>wanted</em> to go. You shouldn't feel scared of going and you shouldn't hate the place, but by the same token you really shouldn't want to go there since going there meant that you were injured or sick or knew somebody who was. So it kind of had that weird little dualism in that it was a place that Galvren <em>liked,</em> but never really felt a particular urge to actually <em>visit.</em> Again, perhaps that was simply due to the fact that he spent enough time within its walls as it was thanks to his constant training injuries, but still; the point stood regardless. He enjoyed chatting with the Accepted helpers, and he got on with a fair few of the Aes Sedai - Shayella Sedai in particular, he considered if not a friend then at least friend<em>ly</em> - but he also enjoyed not being injured and social calls to a busy hospital were generally frowned upon. So he didn't tend to visit unless he needed something. As it was, on this occasion Galvren did, in fact, require assistance; just the previous week, Galvren had ended up injuring his shoulder in such a way that required Aes Sedai medical assistance; in short, his shoulder and the left half of his collar bone fractured and splintered inside his body, which was...somewhat painful, to say the least. Due to the nature of Healing - as he understood it, anyway; he would never understand it as fully as somebody who actually could do it - whilst the bones were able to be knitted back together using his bodies stamina and energy, it was unable to also heal the bruises and tender areas afterwards for risk of exhausting him too thoroughly. <br><br>Apparently, the Aes Sedai had attempted to focus on his worst injury before trying the bruises...honestly, it was a trade off that Galvren was willing to make. In any case, he had been instructed to revisit the infirmary the following week to get his shoulder inspected to ensure that it was healing properly. The chances of a little bruise being healed by an Aes Sedai was minimal, but they wanted to watch out for possible complications, he supposed. He wasn't about to begrudge them that, though, of course; whilst his shoulder had been feeling extremely tender and sensitive over the ensuing week, it was a lot better than being wrapped in bandages, utterly bedridden because they dare not let him move his arm for fear of ruining the healing process. He would take having to be careful what he did with his left arm over not being able to use it or move whatsoever for a week. That would decidedly <em>not</em> be a good way to begin his hopefully long and dull career of Warder-ing. Oh? What's that? He was just a lowly Vardar, yet to pass the final exam? Well, funny story; you know that injury that he'd just gotten done thinking about? Well, as it turns out, he actually received that injury <em>passing</em> his Warder exam! That's right, he was now a fully-qualified Gaidin, only seeking an Aes Sedai to bond him as her bodyguard. The dream of every Trainee and Vardar in the White Tower, and Galvren was finally counted amongst the elites that managed to graduate, finally being recognised as skilled and devoted enough to be trusted with the life of one of The White Towers Sisters, the most powerful, useful and devoted servants of The Light in existence. A higher honour, Galvren couldn't honestly imagine; yes, Kings and Queens were politically just as important as The White Tower, but how often had the Queen in Caemlyn actually paid much attention to the hamlets around the cities? Not very. Where was the Queen when Harlons Bridge was attacked? Nowhere. Her men were several days behind and of no use to anybody...but The White Tower? She was present, and her Servant single handedly saved the entire town. For him, at least, it was that simple; The Tower saved him, so now he defends The Tower. Not the most complex of motives, but Galvren was at heart an uncomplicated man.<br><br>The test itself was really nothing to write home about, though; he and Avalyn Sedai, a friendly acquaintance amongst the Aes Sedai, had arranged to have one of their friendly duels. She and Galvren had a casual, friendly rivalry where they would duel each other in order to stay sharp and practice. It was really nothing of much note, but Galvren enjoyed it and Avalyn Sedai seemed to value the relationship, so it was a net win for both of them; though of the Aes Sedai and therefore stereotypically not expected to carry a weapon, she was also of the Green Ajah and apparently took her Ajah's "purpose" extremely seriously, which Galvren respected and liked about her. He didn't know much about her personally, and it really wasn't his business to, but she seemed like a genuinely caring person and she was definitely an accomplished weaponswoman so was certainly somebody to respect and show deference to. Besides, being on good terms with as many Aes Sedai as he could was certainly an excellent idea; he was going to be working for them and even <em>if</em> he didn't particularly desire their respect - which he really, really did - it was just pragmatic since having an Aes Sedai as an enemy could be very, very detrimental to your long term health. So, he and his friend/rival Avalyn Sedai ended up squaring off across the small circle of the duelling arena...and then everything moved so fast. He saw a glint out of the corner of his eye, the sun reflecting off of a piece of metal being unsheathed, a piece of equipment that shouldn't have been in the training grounds and as he turned his head to look he saw the rest of it, the wooden frame that the metal was attached to, the drawn string, the steady arm holding the weapon in front of the hooded figure.<br><br>And then he was off across the sand towards its intended target, practically tackling Avalyn Sedai out of the way as the bolt was let loose from the crossbow, hurtling towards where its intended target had just been...unfortunately, it ended up hitting Galvren instead, shattering the bones in his shoulder. He dropped to the ground in immense levels of pain, of course, but it turned out that the bolt that had been fired was in fact only a weighted "training" bolt. Not lethal, but still dangerous in close range...obviously. It wasn't until afterwards, when he awoke groggily in an Infirmary bed with a Yellow Sister that he didn't know as well - Carella Sedai, he thought - that he was told that he had passed his "test" and that Avalyn was never in any real danger. It took a while for it to sink in as he stared at the letter in his hands, but there was no mistaking it...it had the Master of Arms seal on it, along with his signature, confirming his rise to the rank of "Unbonded Gaidin." The feeling of joy and relief was almost enough to blot out the throbbing tenderness in his shoulder. Almost. As he mentioned earlier, it turned out that healing the bones took too much out of him to also heal the bruises and tenderness up properly. So, instead of being treated again for the bruises - he believed their exact words were "you can handle a few bruises, move along," - he was dismissed with a series of ointments and bandaging to apply daily in order to help soothe the bruised muscles and skin, along with instructions to only move the arm slowly and carefully in order to facilitate a full recovery. It did mean that he had to skip exercising and practice for a week - which, contrary to what you may think, he actually <em>didn't</em> want to miss -<em>but</em> if a broken shoulder was the price for earning his place as a Gaidin...so be it. He would have happily broken the other shoulder, too, if that's what was necessary. He supposed, in a way, that was the kind of mentality they wanted but in regards to saving the Aes Sedai's life if it came to it...and he knew that he had that. When he saw the crossbow, he wasn't thinking "this is my test," he was thinking "That Aes Sedai is in danger." That's the point of the test, he supposed; seeing how far you were willing to go to safeguard an Aes Sedai's safety. If you weren't willing or able to do it, why would they have you as a Warder? Answer: They wouldn't.<br><br>And now, a week on, he was revisiting the infirmary as per Carella Sedai's instructions to come back in for a reevaluation, just in case of any complications. Thankfully, if he was remembering the general pattern of the shifts correctly, Shayella Sedai - long-time confidante and probably the closest thing he had to a friend amongst the infirmary's Yellow Ajah - was in and would likely be the one seeing to him; he knew that Shayella Sedai actively enjoyed being very hands on with her patients, and he hoped that that day would be no different. Not only would he honestly prefer a familiar, friendly face to the somewhat dour-looking Carella Sedai - oh calm down, it wasn't like Aes Sedai could read minds, right? - but he couldn't wait to hear Shayella Sedai's congratulations on making the rank of Gaidin. Seven long, hard years of work and he had finally made it! And honestly, he had known Shayella Sedai throughout most of that time....the first time he walked away from training with a relatively serious injury - a sprained wrist, he thought - it was Shayella Sedai who treated him, and they ended up getting along surprisingly well, even past what would be considered the "minimum" in terms of patient/healer relationships. Shayella Sedai was friendly, patient and actively took an interest in her patients and genuinely wanted to help no matter what...Galvren liked and respected that, and on his good days, he even liked to consider Shayella Sedai an unlikely but welcome friend. As he walked into the Infirmary proper, dressed in a relatively casual set of Valdar-issue britches-and-tunic - designed to be simple, pragmatic and easy to repair in the event of damages - that he had been issued just a few weeks ago as a replacement to his last set which he had grown out of in the last year, he was quickly greeted by a smiling Accepted who - he had noticed from the corner of his eye - had changed direction sharply to come and meet him just inside the door. He had to resist the urge to smile a little; most of the Accepted tended to fawn just a little bit over the Valdar and the Warders, but Malene in particular seemed to always be in "flirt mode" with them. He'd met her a few times when coming into the infirmary over the previous year, and each time she had taken a fairly keen interest in greeting the Valdar's coming through the door personally. Not that he minded; she was an attractive young lady, and having a cute girl say hello to you was not a bad thing...even if he knew that nothing would ever happen between the two of them; forget what Malene may or may not desire, if Shayella Sedai found out that he had "seduced" Malene, well...he didn't doubt she would disapprove. And honestly, anybody who wasn't scared of an Aes Sedai's disapproval was <em>not</em> in possession of all of their mental faculties.<br><br>"Good afternoon, Valdar Galvren," she practically chirped, smiling at him warmly. "It's a <em>pleasure</em> to see you again! May I offer you some assistance?" The way she looked at him was obviously reserved for Warders and Warders in training. How many Valdar and Gaidin had been treated to that warm, flirtatious smile, he wondered? He was under no illusion that he was somehow unique; that would be the height of arrogance, especially considering just how much more 'masculine' some of the other Gaidin and Valdars were. Still, she was a nice enough young lady, and there was absolutely no reason to be hostile or rude. He offered her a return smile, and a slight inclination of his head.<br>"It's a pleasure to see you again too, Accepted Malene." he said warmly, earning another smile from her. She was really rather pretty, he had to admit. "I was instructed to report here today by Carella Sedai last week; I'm supposed to have my shoulder inspected...a formality, really, but when an Aes Sedai says 'jump,' you say-"<br>"-'how high and how far, Aes Sedai?'" Malene finished with a smile. "I understand. I'll request an Aes Sedai's presence for you, Valdar Galvren, please wait here." She moved to leave, then half-turned as she walked away. "And I hope your shoulder is ok; I'd hate it if you got hurt at all!" Galvren just smiled; she was around the corner and out of sight before he could respond, in any case.<br><br>It wasn't long before he saw Malene return from around the corner, but she didn't approach him again, most probably because of the very familiar looking woman striding after her into the main area of the infirmary; tanned, almost olive-skinned, dark of hair and with a confident stride borne of years - perhaps decades; he wasn't really all that sure...you never asked an Aes Sedai her age if you wanted an easy life - of experience, Shayella Sedai was a striking woman to look at in any sense of the word. But despite her obvious ageless good looks - really, you would be hard pressed to find an <em>un</em>attractive Aes Sedai in his experience, though it could have been that he was just lucky in knowing so many attractive females (if you could call it lucky; every one of them had strong personalities, and he lived in perpetual terror of being given conflicting orders by them whilst still unbonded...how would you resolve that issue? Aes Sedai dictate rank by strength in the power, but Gaidin have practically no way of figuring out who is in charge unless they're already familiar with the hierarchy of the individuals involved, which in and of itself was very difficult to ascertain as an outsider looking in) - it was really the constantly warm, friendly, welcoming expression and the genuine warmth that radiated from her smile that was really the biggest draw. So many Aes Sedai seemed to adopt a permanent cool, detached mask, but Shayella Sedai was - as far as Galvren could tell - usually more than happy to wear her warmth and compassion out in the open...important traits for a healer, Galvren thought. The patient needed to feel like the healer cared if he was going to feel comfortable in the infirmary, and Shayella Sedai was extremely adept at making them feel just that. Hell, Galvren should know; he'd been in there often enough to have a first had account of pretty much exactly how the infirmary worked...but he'd rather not get into that.<br><br>He smiled broadly as Shayella approached, and gave her a respectful bow of his head and shoulders, both facing down towards the ground in a show of respectful deference, before straightening again. He didn't particularly mind the use of the "Valdar" honorific; for a short while after being raised, new Gaidin were still referred to as Valdar until they found a Bondmate by most Aes Sedai, so he was more than happy to carry the label for a while longer. There was no shame in being a Valdar, after all, and it let everybody know - Aes Sedai and laymen alike - that he was a trained Warder only in need of an Aes Sedai. It was a badge of honour second only to the label of "Gaidin," in Galvren's mind. And Light, even if he <em>did</em> want to take offence, he would still keep it to himself; nobody talked back to an Aes Sedai if they knew what was good for them. Everybody knew that. He lifted his eyes up to meet hers, and offered her a warm, friendly but respectful smile. "Good morning to you, too, Shayella Sedai; it's a pleasure to see you again. It's been far too long." His smile widened a little; it had been a good few weeks since their last meeting, and despite him not really wanting to have to come by the infirmary (see prior thoughts on the matter), he did miss speaking to Shayella Sedai whenever they didn't see each other for a while. As he noted; he liked to consider them friends, and what person didn't miss their friends when they didn't get to see them? He continued, "Unfortunately, this isn't just a social visit. When I was discharged last week, Carella Sedai instructed me to report here today to get my shoulder inspected to make sure that it's healing properly...just to make sure that there are no complications, as I understand it." No need to elaborate; he didn't doubt that everybody in the infirmary knew about his rather...dramatic entry into the ward. News travelled fast around The White Tower, after all, and a Valdar being raised to Gaidin didn't happen every day, not to mention the Valdar being raised with a broken collarbone and shoulder. He just hoped that people would remember the Gaidin part longer than the shoulder part. <br><br>He lifted up his left arm slowly as if in demonstration, his mouth pulling a little tightly as the skin around the bruise shifted and sent a minor shock of dull, throbbing ache through his chest. Not painful, just....tender and uncomfortable. It could easily turn <em>into</em> pain, however, which was exactly why he did it slowly. "It still feels a little tender and there's a fair amount of bruising under the bandaging, but it doesn't ache as much or feel as tender as it did last week. I know I'm not a medical expert, Shayella Sedai, but am I correct in believing that that's a good thing? Or will I have to lose my arm?" He offered her a small smile. Despite the fact that he needed to remain respectful and courteous...well, he and Shayella Sedai had known each other for years, and she was never one to discourage a joke and some appropriate levity. It's why he preferred her over, say, Carella Sedai; Carella Sedai was a skilled healer, but Shayella Sedai's bedside manner was far superior, in Galvren's humble opinion. Not that he would ever say as such out loud; you never know who could hear you, and if his opinions reached Carella Sedai's ears...well, that could be bad, depending on how much offence she took. So better to keep his mouth shut, just in case; he'd learned that the hard way more than a few times during his years in The White Tower. There was that one time where he noted that an Accepted's baking wasn't as good as his mothers back home, only to hear said Accepted run off crying from where she had heard him as she walked into the courtyard. It wasn't all that serious and he sought the Accepted out to apologise and explain himself to her properly - after calming down a little, she seemed to be fine and their relationship didn't seem to suffer any ill effects - but still...the whole thing could have been avoided if he'd just not said anything. So...he kept his opinion to himself on that occasion. It's just not worth the risk, and the last thing he wants to do is show disrespect to an Aes Sedai. He had his preferences, but Carella Sedai wasn't a <em>nasty</em> individual, and she was still a Sister of the Yellow Ajah and so still deserved respect and deference. So why in the world would he risk offending her? Answer: He wouldn't. Always show respect to Aes Sedai; it was no more than they deserved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 18:51:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>The opening move of any duel was a series of test. Quick feints, slashed and thrusts to gauge the opponent and to determine any particular weakness in speed, style or even training. Kal had decided to treat the yellow in much the same way. When she was given the option to discuss his time with the green sister or the violence with the red she had chosen the bond. They were afraid that he posed a very real risk to the women gathered there, that one day he would snap and attempt to kill them all but when faced with a very real opportunity, when the rumors probably spoke of the flash of emotions that crossed their faces as they fought she stayed the course.<br><br>Interesting.<br><br>“It was a dance.” Several dances as it turned out but he was going to leave that particular detail out for the moment, “I suppose it was nice?” The Master of Arms could only shrug as he had not really thought about it outside of the moment. Anytime that they decided to put away their differences they honestly seemed to be able to get along. “I am not much of a dancer, and the steps I enjoy usually involve the movement of steel but it was…” he sighed looking for another word but just settled on, “Nice.” Again. Then he had gone on his truth inspired tirade. To her credit, the Aes Sedai did not flinch or even look away once. Fearless in the eyes of a charging boar, perhaps he had underestimated the yellows after all.<br><br>He laughed, a hollow laugh but it was a sound that was almost foreign in this little room. “No, your not. You are asking questions while I feel the bloody whispers of every other sister in the tower. I have seen the way they look at me Shay.” Again pointedly leaving her title off. It was almost a compliment when it came from the warder. He at least viewed her as something more then her station, a real person. The ones he used their title with were no better then tools of the tower. “They wonder why I came back and she didn’t. They wonder how I failed so badly that I lived and she had died. They flinch, when I touch my sword and I can tell they are wondering just how fast I am and if they will be next.”<br><br>It was a sign of paranoia that he could even see so many little things in the interactions within the tower. Yet for him to notice even the smallest of actions there had to be a kernel of truth. It was those looks that often kept him from the tower preferring instead to stay on the warder grounds or the barracks itself. “I am a useful tool that is believed still holds value otherwise I would be carted off to a farm or given a position elsewhere, the same way the tower handles Novices that can’t make the cut. They are pushed aside and forgotten.” He was being harsh, almost overly so but that was a part of who the man really was. Abrasive and not afraid to let his opinions be known.<br><br>“If this is how they treat someone they trust with their very lives, then it is no wonder there is a constant rumor of Darkfriends and the shadow lurking within the shining tower. Who needs enemies when you have friends like these.” He laughed again, a darker one filled with the memories of a man that had seen too much, had been through too much. “If she is the only one that could help then why isn’t she bloody he-“ his words cut off as he realized the open door he had just charged through. Before it had just been the two of them but now he had all but invited the yellow to go put her nose where he was trying to keep it away.<br><br>Bloody Hell.<br><br>Trying to move past it before the woman could latch on he decided to go with the usual plan of insults, “Things I might have missed? I was being trained in a blade before you were even a twinkle in your parents eye, I was here when you wore a white dress what could you possibly find that I overlooked?” There, a chance to correct him and push back at an insult. It should be enough to disarm whatever door he had walked through. He took a slow steadying breath, calming down the irritation that seemed to always be there waiting for him.<br><br>“Hair color, height,” he left out dress sizes or other physical aspects, “Elaine never used a sword but Moira could at least hold her own against a Farm Girl.” There both had the same inner fire, the drive to do something greater then themselves but they used it in separate ways. “They were best friends for a reason, they could see the world in similar ways.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 21:20:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Shayella chuckled lightly at Galvren’s greeting but nodded her head.&nbsp; “It has been quite some time since I last had the pleasure of seeing you.”&nbsp; She paused for a second, “Though I must admit that I am pleased that your lack of presence here likely means you’ve been doing well for yourself.”&nbsp; It was always a tricky situation with those she liked.&nbsp; While she did enjoy seeing them and having the opportunity to get caught up on how they were, she didn’t particularly want them to be injured or sick.&nbsp; Those visiting her in the infirmary was always a mixed blessing as she got to catch up with the busy lives of those around her but did so while they were being treated for something.&nbsp; <br><br>As he continued, her smile faltered and her brows knit together.&nbsp; “What happened last week?”&nbsp; She asked, feeling behind on what had happened with him and suddenly worried.&nbsp; Last week Shayella had just been returning from Arafel.&nbsp; While it wasn’t the typical trip to the Borderlands to heal wounded soldiers, they had instead been dealing with an illness that had ravaged a small village near a larger town, the concerns of it spreading into the town had been enough for them to contact the White Tower.&nbsp; Undoubtedly, though the concerns were now eased, the payment to the Tower for the healing would be a concern to them for some time.&nbsp; Stepping closer to the Valdar as he moved his arm, his face tightening in discomfort, she shook her head.&nbsp; “I had been away for a bit and missed out on seeing you.”&nbsp; <br><br>“Mmm… I suspect you’ll get to keep your arm.”&nbsp; She remarked, amusement dancing in her blue eyes.&nbsp; She had never been bothered by a sense of humor in the infirmary when the situation allowed for it.&nbsp; It was often a nice break from the seriousness that often occurred.&nbsp; “Let me take a look.”&nbsp; She said and gestured toward one of the more private beds.&nbsp; “Would you care to sit for the inspection?”&nbsp; She offered him and cocked her head.&nbsp; “If you wouldn’t mind removing your shirt, it would allow me to see the damage from every angle and reapply the bandages if necessary.”&nbsp; Though she was a woman in every sense of the word, she had never made a pass at her patients while they were in her infirmary, no matter how much she might enjoy the occasional glimpse of the men of the Tower.&nbsp; <br><br>“How much pain have you been in?&nbsp; What regimen, if any, did Carella Sedai recommend for physical therapy?”&nbsp; She asked Galvren, standard questions for dealing with wounds that lasted for a longer duration.&nbsp; Though there was some concern about there being damage left behind, she was also quite aware of the limitations of healing with the One Power.&nbsp; It was not only limited by what their patient had to give but also several factors on the healers end.&nbsp; It wasn’t as simple as how much power a woman could call upon at any time but also the strength of their connection to Air, Water and Spirit.&nbsp; On top of that, it depended on how much an Aes Sedai had already channeled that day.&nbsp; If they had been particularly busy and called upon Saidar frequently, the exhaustion that caused weighed into each and every other healing through the day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 23:40:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Open<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Sedai, mentions Avalyn Sedai. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary, Main Ward<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>He blinked in momentary surprise at her apparent confusion; he had assumed that Shayella Sedai had been absent from Tar Valon the previous week simply because she wasn't in the infirmary when he was wheeled in; Not only was it extremely rare for Shayella Sedai to leave the medical facility during the day - and sometimes during the night, if conversations with some of the volunteer Accepted could be trusted as a reliable source of information - but it was relatively well known that Shayella Sedai and Galvren were, at the very least, particularly friendly with each other (honestly, nothing that happened in the infirmary ever stayed in the infirmary; both Accepted and Trainee Warders gossiped in their own ways and their own little circles, so word of anything even remotely interesting would inevitably be leaked to <em>somebody</em>) so whenever Galvren was brought in, the general attitude he gleaned was that the Accepted tended to run off to see if Shayella Sedai was available. If she was, she appeared to be the Accepted's first choice of Sister to bring back to see to him. Sometimes she was busy, in which case he was assigned a different Aes Sedai, so that latter scenario on its own could have been shrugged off, but the fact was that he was stuck in the infirmary for a good few hours at the very least, and not once did Shayella Sedai even walk past to look in on him. Call him arrogant if you must, but that just didn't seem like Shayella Sedai; so, either she hadn't heard that he was injured, or she wasn't in Tar Valon at all. He had assumed that the latter was more likely...but he also assumed that she would have heard at least gossip about it when she returned to The White Tower, especially given how prone to gossip the Infirmary itself was. He was actually <em>extremely</em> surprised that she hadn't even heard that he was injured, especially considering that she worked in the place where they treated people who were seriously injured, after all.<br><br>But then, perhaps he was putting too much stock in the rumour mill. There was a good chance that it had churned out something more interesting by the time Shayella Sedai returned, or even that she simply didn't pay any attention to it. Either way...if she didn't know about his injury, than the chances were good that she didn't even know about his "promotion" to full-fledged Gaidin...which honestly? Galvren <em>loved.</em> It just meant that he got to tell one of his friends the good news himself, rather than have her be yet <em>another</em> person who heard it from a third party. However, he wanted to do it <em>properly;</em> he needed to build up to it a little, rather than just blurting it out...he was suddenly extremely glad that he was injured to the point where he had to revisit the infirmary, simply because it gave him the opportunity to <em>finally</em> tell somebody who didn't already know the story! Yes, he was bursting to tell her - as evidenced by the sudden small-but-bright smile - but he needed to pace himself. As it was, she didn't really give him much of a chance to respond to her question since she presumably saw his tightened expression of discomfort and dismissed the initial question as largely irrelevant for the time being, instead directing him to a nearby "private bed." Personally, Galvren had no issue stripping off his shirt in the middle of the foyer, but some other patients might, and it would be extremely distracting for people trying to get the attention of one of the Accepted. He inclined his head a little with a casual, offhand "Of course, Aes Sedai," as he turned around and approached the indicated bed. It was only a few steps away, which he covered fairly quickly, then turned and began to lower himself down. <br><br>He didn't put any weight on his left arm - he made that mistake once, and the resulting stab of pain actually served to almost bring tears to his eyes - instead using his right arm to latch onto the side of the bed and lower himself down onto it slowly and gradually. Once settled, he gripped the hem of his casual, simple white tunic and peeled it up and over his head, before shifting it and slowly peeling it off of his arm. It was relatively slow going - he didn't want to snag the tunic on anything or pull too hard - but he managed to get it off without any real issue, revealing the strips of bandaging that covered most of his upper left arm, all of his shoulder and about two thirds of his left pectoral and shoulder blade area. Despite the large area of the bandaging, there were a few slightly discoloured sections peaking out from beneath the strips of fabric, creeping onto the center of his chest, a slightly blue and yellow colouration that he guessed continued on under the bandages. The slight draft from the entrance of the Infirmary tickled along the rest of his now-bare chest....honestly, that was why he was wearing such loose clothing that day. Less chance of it snagging when he removed it in the infirmary, and much easier to slip on and off. Tight-fitting clothing had a habit of being extremely difficult to get on and off with an injury. He dropped the tunic in a pile by his side on the bed, and took a moment to recollect himself before slowly shifting his left arm up onto his lap, his right arm moving to start pulling at the edge of the bandaging. He looked up at Shayella Sedai, now fully settled, as he began to slowly unwind the bandaging covering up what remained of his injury, took a deep breath, and figured he should start by answering her medical questions one by one: She asked him a lot without really giving him a chance to respond, so he hoped he was listening closely enough to answer all of them. Sisters of the Yellow Ajah were as different from each other as anybody else, but they always seemed to ask rapid fire questions when treating a patient....the trait of a doctor, he supposed; get as much information as quickly as you can, so you could solve the issue as soon as possible.<br><br>"No regular pain, Shayella Sedai, just a dull ache. The only time it's actually hurt has been when somebody has bumped into me or I've put too much weight on it. Carella Sedai didn't recommend any immediate physical therapy, instead advising that I keep it as still as possible until the bruising fades." It was as he finished that sentence that the last of the bandaging was removed, revealing the extent of his aforementioned bruising; Galvren glanced down at it for a moment, and winced in self-sympathy; whilst the swelling had decreased enormously since the previous week, the bruising remained relatively untouched; there was a single, almost completely red and black circle where his shoulder met his collarbone - where the bolt struck, evidently - and out from there spiderwebbed a large network of purple, yellow and light red splotches that pockmarked a slightly more greyish blue area of his body than the rest of the skin around it, radiating out to the edge of his collarbone, about a quarter of the way around the front of his neck, then out along the shoulder, stopping just short of the joint that connected it to his upper arm. It had the look of a large, greyish bruise with a series of other, more focused and yellowing and reddening bruises overlayed over the top of it, with a small buffer of redder, more tender looking skin around said bruise. He pulled a face, and looked up at Shayella Sedai after only a moment, not really giving her a chance to respond to his answers to her questions. <br><br>"If you can believe it, that's the best it's looked since before last week." Ah right! She said she didn't know what happened to him...he was busy answering her important questions, but now that he had a moment....why not? He continued quickly, once again before she had a chance to cut him off. "You...really haven't heard about my visit last week? I'd assumed this lot," he gestured lazily to the infirmary in general with his head "would have at least gossiped about it for a day or two after the actual event...but that just means I get to tell you myself, which is much more satisfying." He grinned at her. "Are you familiar with the training bolts that the Valdar use? Weighted, but blunted so you can't kill anybody, primarily used to demonstrate the crossbows power against heavy armour? I took one to the shoulder from close range." He grimaced briefly. "With all due respect, Shayella Sedai, I don't recommend it in the slightest. I didn't awaken until after the healing had been completed, but they told me that it fractured my collarbone and probably shattered by shoulder. Luckily for me, Carella Sedai was available for emergency healing." He shifted his left arm a little, wincing slightly at the throb it sent through his shoulder, and rested the hand on his right wrist. Time for the stinger! <br><br>His grimace transformed back into a broad, bright grin as he was barely able to contain his excitement. "There is some good news, though; as it turns out, taking that bolt to the shoulder means that I passed my Final Test; I've been officially recognised as a qualified Gaidin!" His grin broke into a parted-lip beam. He had been dreaming about becoming a warder for seven years, training for it, working until he puked, then working again, through broken bones, sprained wrists, bruises, illness, rain, snow, sleet, manual labour, tedious theory lectures...through it all, what kept him going was the idea of becoming an Aes Sedai's Warder. And now...well, he had the latter part <em>done.</em> It felt too good to fully describe in words. He just wanted to hug everybody in sight...which he might end up doing, once his shoulder was fully healed. Men couldn't be Aes Sedai...but they could be the people who protected the Aes Sedai, and that was almost as great an honour in Galvren's mind. He'd worked hard for almost a decade...and that work paid off. The feeling was....indescribable. It truly, truly was, and no amount of pain or ache in his shoulder would ever take that feeling away from him, he was certain. Breaking his shoulder to become a Gaidin? Totally worth it. He would do it again in a heartbeat without any hesitation. No question. Being a Warder was...well, it was simply the greatest feeling in the world, bar none, and no level of pain would diminish it. For Galvren, it really was that simple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 15:05:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Shayella’s brows rose slightly as he spoke a bit about the dance.&nbsp; She hadn’t been sure that Kalain would bother answering the question.&nbsp; From his perspective, it likely seemed unimportant and irrelevant to the larger conversation but to her it was important.&nbsp; A sign that he was starting to allow Moira in a bit.&nbsp; She was also impressed that he hadn’t immediately pinned the dance on his duties to his bondmate.&nbsp; Noting that he didn’t comment on the rest of their evening, she let it go for the time being.&nbsp; There would be time to circle back to that later.&nbsp; While Shayella rarely tried to push for answers, she rarely forgot what had been overlooked and circled back to it eventually.<br><br>“Many are afraid, Kalain.”&nbsp; Shayella mentioned, her voice gentle.&nbsp; Though she noted that he had not only used a nickname for her but that it hadn’t been sarcastic or snide, she didn’t address that at this time either.&nbsp; Instead, she focused on what he said and the nuggets of truth he spoke.&nbsp; “A Gaidin surviving the death of an Aes Sedai is incredibly rare and no one knows what to expect.”&nbsp; She paused, pondering, “I’m not excusing the looks you get nor the behavior of some of the Aes Sedai but simply attempting to explain.&nbsp; No one knows what, if any, long term effects this might have.&nbsp; It creates fear and it’s not something that many like to admit to.”&nbsp; She added.&nbsp; For herself, she didn’t agree with some of the decisions that had been made regarding Kalain but she also understood that there was an element of danger associated with the loss of a bondmate.&nbsp; Leaning forward a bit in the chair, her lips curved into a small smile.&nbsp; “Do you know why I am not afraid?”&nbsp; She asked but didn’t wait to get an answer.&nbsp; “While you might hold a good deal of bitterness toward Aes Sedai and the White Tower as a whole, when given the chance to harm anyone, you have not done so.&nbsp; Even when provoked.”&nbsp; She answered her own question, her mind turning toward the match with Theraeve.&nbsp; “Moira is in good health, you’ve never made a move to attack me even though I can infuriate you at times, and, if rumor is correct, your temper didn’t snap the leash even when a Red Sister attacked you after the sparring session was already over.”&nbsp; <br><br>Meeting his gaze, her blue eyes serious, she made a decision and took a deep breath.&nbsp; “You’ve mentioned that you feel as though others look at you with questions about why you survived when Elaine didn’t.”&nbsp; She paused, “What do <em>you</em> think about your survival?”&nbsp; She asked carefully and as compassionately as she could without skirting the question.&nbsp; She suspected he had a good deal of survivors guilt and likely projected that onto some of those that looked at him.&nbsp; She also suspected that there was some truth to his words and that some did have that exact question.&nbsp; <br><br>It was of no surprise to Shayella that their conversation veered toward the Tower and Aes Sedai again.&nbsp; She was also not unaware that he often diverted the conversation to an external source when he could.&nbsp; Though, even when he did so, he always gave her greater insights into how he was feeling.&nbsp; Little tidbits that she could address.&nbsp; “In the borderlands, a soldier that can no longer fight but is still alive would often be given a position in which they could still be a part of the fight but in a different way.”&nbsp; She mused, “It would likely not be nearly as satisfying as the task they had before but it is an attempt to continue to give them purpose.”&nbsp; She paused.&nbsp; “The Tower is the same way.&nbsp; There are times that a person, for various reasons, can no longer perform the tasks that they had in the past and are given other opportunities.”&nbsp; Her brows knit together as she continued, “I understand why you feel the way you so about it and, to be honest, it can seem utterly cold at times.&nbsp; If I lost my ability to channel and help people with the One Power, I would no longer be the asset to the Tower that I am now.&nbsp; The Tower might find me a place somewhere in which my skills with healing, outside of the One Power, would be of use but I wouldn’t be where I am now.”&nbsp; Again, Shayella didn’t disagree with his harsh statements or judge him for feeling the way he did.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, she felt he had a point.&nbsp; “I know it likely matters very little to you but there are some of us that see you as more than a sword and shield.”&nbsp; She pondered for a moment, "All that being said, how do you feel about being the Master of Arms?&nbsp; Do you believe that it's a position you deserve?"&nbsp; She asked the questions, still being straightforward though she had no doubt his answer would tell her much.&nbsp; With the loss of Elaine, he might question his own right to be the Master of Arms.&nbsp; Though she, and the Tower, believed him to be an excellent Master of Arms, he might doubt it as he was training the future Gaidin.&nbsp; Training them to give their lives for an Aes Sedai when he hadn't been able to do as such.&nbsp; <br><br>Listening, Shayella sat just a bit straighter as he spoke about having her here.&nbsp; It was an opportunity that she had considered but, as the sessions were for him rather than both of them, Shayella had never suggested it aloud.&nbsp; Internally pouncing on the train of thought, she was about to speak but he continued.&nbsp; Letting him speak without interrupting, until he had even covered the differences between Elaine and Moira, she circled back to the very thing he wished her to ignore.&nbsp; <br><br>“I will address your questions in a moment as I was listening to every word you said.&nbsp; However, I would like to discuss the potential you brought up.”&nbsp; She cocked her head, “Do you believe that having Moira here might help?”&nbsp; She asked though she wasn’t entirely sure, even with how honest they had both been this session, he would answer the question honestly.&nbsp; If he answered at all.&nbsp; Regardless, she couldn’t just let the opportunity he provided pass without any sort of discussion.&nbsp; “Personally, I think it might benefit both of you.&nbsp; You and I have been working together for a year now and, if you’re open to it, I think having your bondmate present would be an excellent next step.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>10-09-2015, 19:10:42</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>The man sniffed loudly, indignantly as she spoke of fear. Oh, he understood why they feared him. A man trained in every conceivable form of combat and living long enough to not only see the wars that met fought but to have lived through them. That part was easy. That was enough but as the yellow spoke he listened, he always listened but now he nodded slightly as though it confirmed something he had long expected. People feared what they did not understand and for anyone to realize that the sisters of the white tower were still people, still creatures of flesh and blood, then that would terrify the best of them. “I don’t need your explanations or excuses.” He waved a hand dismissively. There would always be something to be afraid of, the true test of a man, or in this case a woman, would be what they did with it. The women that slinked away from him were not even worth a drop of his blood let alone his life.<br><br>“Then you are a bigger fool then I am Shay,” His arms crossed over his chest fingers extended still so they were closer to the blade resting beside him. He <em>knew</em> how it felt after the fight with the red, <em>knew</em> the effect it had on Moira.&nbsp; If she had not visited his rooms that night he… a ghost of a smile lingered on his lips before he could smooth it away. Ah yes, those were thoughts best kept to himself. The simple fact that he was not a snarling mess of a man during this interview was because she had let him release those needs that had twisted inside of him. If she had not been there or if they had tried to take the sands from him then, it was best not think about it. “You stake your life that my honor is stronger then my anger, how long do you think that will last?”<br><br>He was being far more open then he had in the past with her. It had taken a year and she had not given up, and it seemed like if it would take another year or three she was more then willing to drag him to every last one of these weekly sessions. She would probably accompany him to the blight so he didn’t miss one. Bloody women. “I think she was a wool brained idiot, if she had a tenth of the wit I thought she did she would have seen them coming from a mile away.” The sad part was she had. She had known, the men that he found, the ones that he did not immediately put to the sword he had extracted that information out of them slowly. Their screams within his dreams made him smile.<br><br>It still had not helped him answer the question that continued to burn at the heart of the inferno: Why?<br><br>“Yes every sword is valued, experience even more so. They are respected, they are asked for advice and often given the lead of men to train and direct. Tell me Aes Sedai, how often do you speak to the women that lost their ability to channel? Can you tell me where every woman who was cast out of the tower is now?” Out of all the sisters she might be one of the few that could. It was a gamble, but the point would be driven home. Many tried to forget that there were consequences with the power or what they would be if they ever lost it. “They can take the flaming title from me and it won’t be a lick of difference. The men will still ask me for my advice, still come to me for my training and expertise. Hell, maybe they should at least this way I don’t have to do any of the bloody paperwork.”<br><br>He was home free, she did not jump at the slip of his tongue and – bloody flaming light blasted infernal daughter of a halfblooded trolloc. “Sure, bring her here.” The smile he gave was far from friendly. He knew how Moira would handle these little interviews. If the yellow thought he was difficult she could barely fathom how they would be together. “If you think you can at least, that is something I might enjoy watching.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>10-09-2015, 20:00:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Shayella’s brows rose as the bandages came off Galvren’s shoulder, revealing the nasty bruise that ate up his upper chest and onto his arm.&nbsp; Knowing what she did of healing techniques, even outside of the use of the One Power, she understood how it must have looked a week ago.&nbsp; Though there wasn’t any swelling now, she had no doubt that there had been plenty shortly after he acquired the wound.&nbsp; Even though it had been healing on its own in that time, it still looked unpleasant and she was sure that it was tender to the touch and painful to move.&nbsp; <br><br>Listening to Galvren even as she inspected the wound with her eyes, careful not to touch it, she grimaced lightly as he described the injury and how it happened.&nbsp; It wasn’t until he finished his story that her eyes snapped from his shoulder back to his face.&nbsp; Beaming a smile at him, her entire face lit up with the news.&nbsp; It wasn’t every day that a Valdar was tested to become a Gaidin and not every test was successful.&nbsp; “Congratulations, Gaidin!”&nbsp; Shayella enthused, “Well done!”&nbsp; Blue eyes lit with excitement for his accomplishment, several questions popped up in her mind.&nbsp; Forcing them down for a moment as he came to the infirmary for a check-up rather than socializing, she needed to finish that before she could get to the personal questions.<br><br>Lightly clearing her throat, she turned her attention back to his shoulder and nodded.&nbsp; “You’re healing up nicely from the look of it.&nbsp; I don’t see anything to be concerned about.”&nbsp; She mused, shaking her head.&nbsp; “Though it’s painful and will likely remain as such for a time, I don’t believe additional healing is required.”&nbsp; She added, her brows knitting together.&nbsp; Though there had been some complaints about the Yellow’s not using the One Power to heal every wound or illness someone came to them with, it was a good practice.&nbsp; Not only was channeling addictive but there was only so much even an Aes Sedai could do in a day before wearing herself out.&nbsp; It was important to save the One Power healing for those that really needed it.&nbsp; “We’ll get you bandaged up and ready to go.&nbsp; If it gets worse rather than better or you reinjure your shoulder, come back to the infirmary.”<br><br>Thanking Malene for the bandages, the Accepted listening from a bit of a distance and acting as a nurse, Shayella got to work getting his shoulder set with clean bandages.&nbsp; Smiling again as she worked gently and carefully to cause Galvren the least amount of pain that she could, she stole a peek at the Gaidin’s face from the corner of her eye.&nbsp; “Was there a celebration for passing the test?”&nbsp; She asked him, pausing for only a moment before the other question came out.&nbsp; “Is there a particular lucky Sister you’ve got your eye on?”&nbsp; She too was surprised that she hadn’t heard anything about his promotion but she was actually glad she got to hear it from him rather than others.&nbsp; She had seen him often enough and liked him well enough that she was grateful to celebrate the news even if it was delayed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>10-09-2015, 21:42:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br>Shayella shrugged at Kalain’s accusation of being a fool for trusting in his honor.&nbsp; “It has been a year thus far and you’ve managed to keep your rage leashed enough to not harm or kill anyone that you weren’t supposed to kill.”&nbsp; She mused, her gaze flicking to his creeping hand.&nbsp; Brows furrowing, she pondered his actions for a moment.&nbsp; “Does the fear of others give you some satisfaction?”&nbsp; She asked pointedly.&nbsp; “Do you believe you might use that as a shield to keep people at bay?”&nbsp; After losing someone he had cared about a great deal, it was an understandable reaction.&nbsp; If he had no one that counted on him and no one that wished to get close to him, he wouldn’t have anyone to let down.&nbsp; Anyone that hadn’t been forced on him anyway.&nbsp; Moira was, once again, the exception as she had become in so many of their conversations.<br><br>“Elaine was a very well trained member of the Green Ajah.”&nbsp; Shayella mused, her blue gaze meeting his again.&nbsp; “She had skill and foresight so I am left disagreeing with your statement.”&nbsp; She said without any heat or anger.&nbsp; It was a difficult task to make Shayella angry.&nbsp; “There’s a great deal of mystery surrounding Elaine’s actions but I suspect that she had her own reasons for acting as she had.&nbsp; She had arranged for your bond to be passed to another in the event something happened to her and went into potential danger without alerting you beforehand.&nbsp; Yes, you are the Master of Arms and expected at the Tower most times but, if she had said anything to you about it before she left, you would likely have found someone to step in for you at the Tower and travelled with her.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She studied his face as she spoke about Elaine and the events that led to her death.&nbsp; It wasn’t often that Shayella weighed in on it but, instead, let him speak of it as he wished.&nbsp; Again, she shrugged, “I guess I am curious as to why she made the decisions she made.&nbsp; Do you ever wonder why she kept it from you?"<br><br>Listening, she pondered for a moment, still aware that he was not answering the questions she had asked of him but avoidance was common.&nbsp; She would, as usual, circle back to them.&nbsp; “Because I respect the privacy of everyone who speaks privately to me, I won’t go into detail but, yes, I have had sessions with women that have lost their ability to channel.&nbsp; I even had one case in which a young woman wished to be stilled for her own personal reasons.”&nbsp; A small frown formed on her face as she thought on previous cases, a hint of sadness in her eyes.&nbsp; “In most cases I have handled, the women choose to leave the Tower after a time, the channeling women around them a constant reminder of what they lost.”&nbsp; She paused, “It’s not a well-known fact but those that are stilled or burn themselves out still have the ability to feel the One Power so remaining here was too painful for them.”&nbsp; A small, sad smile flicked across her features for a moment.&nbsp; “I still exchange letters with a couple of them.&nbsp; Some of them weren’t receptive to keeping in contact after they departed.”&nbsp; She sighed, “I will admit though that they made some of the other women uncomfortable and many avoided them after they lost their abilities.&nbsp; It was not an easy time in their lives and living here often made it worse.”&nbsp; <br><br>“As for whether I know the locations and reasons why each person has been asked to leave the Tower, the answer is no.&nbsp; There was a time I was in charge of the exit interviews and a part of the group of Sisters that helped make arrangements but I am no longer a part of that.”&nbsp; It hadn’t been until recently that Shayella finally understood why she hadn’t continued with those particular duties.&nbsp; The Amyrlin had, without realizing it, given her the answers at the Faire.&nbsp; Though she likely could have offered some level of comfort to Kalain by explaining, she wouldn’t share what Raine had told her and Theraeve.&nbsp; She was a Cairheinian and good at keeping her own council.<br><br>Rising at Kalain’s agreement, Shayella nodded, “Thank you, Kalain.”&nbsp; She said as she collected a piece of parchment, a quill and ink. Her brows rose as she settled back in the chair, not attempting to hide what she wrote.&nbsp; “You seem quite pleased with the idea.”&nbsp; She mused before she started on the note.&nbsp; If Kalain was pleased, Shayella suspected it was because the session would become more difficult than normal with both of them.&nbsp; If that were the case, however, that also meant that the two of them had come to some sort of understanding and that was interesting enough to warrant the difficulty.&nbsp; She was intrigued to see them together as well.<br><br>Leaning forward, she penned the polite note quickly.&nbsp; It was formal and gave little indication as to the reasons for the invitation.&nbsp; Concerned both for Kalain’s privacy and having little doubt that Moira was already aware of their sessions, she didn’t give much in the way of details.&nbsp; Gazing up at the man, she offered a quick smile and rose again.&nbsp; “One moment please while I have this sent to Moira.”&nbsp; She said before stepping out of the room for a short time, giving it to the Novice helping her that day.&nbsp; Thanking the young woman, she stepped back into the room and closed the door behind her.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sister Moira Niall,<br><br>With the permission of Master of Arms, Kalain Baneron, I am writing this letter to ask you to join us in the infirmary if you have the time and inclination. <br><br>Thank you,<br>Shayella Adair, Sister of the Yellow Ajah<br></div></div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>10-09-2015, 23:06:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> <strong>Moira Niall</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11564337#msg11564337)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Green Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Kalain Baneron <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Shayella<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7 | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Moving from her own rooms to the Infirmary | Private Room<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Moira had been in her own rooms when a knock at the door startled her from her ruminations. For weeks now she'd been pondering opening the journals that Elaine had left to her and for weeks they'd remained untouched. Until just a few weeks ago they'd remained in a box, shoved as far away under her bed as the walls of her room would allow but as her mourning had lessened, her curiosity had grown until they had come out and now lined a corner of her desk but had, thus far, remained untouched. Now and then she would pick one up, turn it in her hands, considering opening it's pages and reading what her friend had had to say but always she ended up setting it back down, it's binding un-opened. She was ready to look at them, to wonder about them, but not to read them...not yet.<br><br>The knock however pulled her from her thoughts and made her look away from the journals. Rising from her seat at her desk she opened her door and offered a gentle smile to the young Novice standing there holding a note for her. Opening it she scanned the few lines it contained and a small frown creased her brow. She knew that Kal was in one of his therapy sessions with Shayella Adair, but she hadn't felt anything through their Bond to indicate that anything was wrong and she couldn't imagine why she'd be asked to come to the session <em>unless</em> something was wrong. That or the yellow wanted to pry in some fashion. <br><br>Closing her eyes for just a moment she focused on the small corner of her mind where she could feel Kal like a small knot of difference in her consciousness. Nothing felt out of place with him, or at least no more so than usual, other than a small spike of irritation but that was normal for him during his sessions and it piqued her curiosity. Why would Shayella send for her if nothing was wrong with Kal?<br><br>Opening her eyes she waved off the Novice without giving the girl a reply. Since she wasn't going to make them wait on her, there was no point in sending the girl with a response only to show up on her very heels. <br><br>Not even bothering to close her door she pulled on a pair of boots that rose to her knees, hugging her calves as they rose over the breeches she preferred to wear in private or when in the practice yard. A wide belt was quickly added over the deep purple of the tunic she wore so that she could slide the daggers, she never left her rooms without, home into their sheaths and her hair drawn back with a ribbon that matched the tunic. All was accomplished in only a couple of minutes and she considered herself fit to travel. Or in this case cross through the Tower. Some women would be utterly scandalized by a woman dressed more like a man than in typical female attire but anyone that didn't like her clothes simply didn't need to look. She would never be caught out and tripped up because of the silly fashions so popular amongst most females. Besides the breeches were the softest of suedes, the shirt a shimmering silk, and the belt and dagger sheathes gleamed oiled leather while the daggers and belt buckle were the highest quality workmanship in any kingdom. She might be dressed more like a man, but her attire screamed status all the same.<br><br>She was a Green after all, even when unconventional she <em>did</em> care about her appearance.<br><br>In less than five minutes after receiving the note from Shayella she was knocking on the door a novice had pointed out to her and opening it, standing just inside of it and glancing between the Yellow sister and her Warder, curiosity clear on her expression, "You asked for my presence Sister?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>11-09-2015, 00:19:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Adair, Moira<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>That was an interesting. Supposed to kill. It was interesting because when he had arrived at the tower the trail of bodies that could be linked back to him were impressive. There were many that had yet to be discovered or attributed to his rage, largely because they were never found intact. Luckily, that never came up in their little talks so that he did not have to directly lie to the yellow sister. While there was no obligation for him to tell the truth like it was for the women, he found it helpful that people often thought him to speak truthfully. That way, when he needed it the most, he could lie and no one would even think twice about believing him. “Have you ever had someone fear you Aes Sedai?” He had slipped back to her title, it was not something that he often let happen but now he seemed to address them all as a group.<br><br>“Everyone has a small part of them that enjoys it, the power it brings so if we were going to indulge this little bout of truth between us, yes it does. It makes the men on my sand listen harder, it can forged to respect, and above all it hones the senses.” Fear was a powerful tool. When used right it was one of the strongest in the kit. “If I really wanted to keep people at by all I would have to do is growl, scowl, and tell them to get lost.” Not many were willing to chance his ire directly, those that have only chose to do it once. Unless it was Moira. She always seemed to be the exception, able to argue almost as well as a Saldaean woman. Then she pulled the conversation back to the former Blue Sister that had been his first bond mate.<br><br>“Yes, all things I already know. I particularly enjoyed that little trip down memory lane we should do it again.” The hands that were crossed lowered slightly, now fingers brushed over the pommel of his blade as though he were reminding himself where it was. His face however hardened, the once expressive muscles turning into an unreadable sheet of stone. “No, I have decided that her secrets were her own, that I did not need to know why she left me there in the inn while she faced dangers.” Clearly the tone was sarcastic. It was one of the many things that kept him up at night, why she willingly walked into her death. Something did not add up right but his memory or his past was not the place to look.<br><br>The gamble failed, it would make sense for the healer as well as the mind mender to keep track of the women. The point was still made, that is what mattered. Kal was willing to take a victory no matter how small from the jaws of defeat. Then she rose from her chair, eyes followed even if one raised curiously. Just what was she…both eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. <em>Now?</em> shock rolled through his mind. <em>Shadow cursed, bloodied, flaming, no good, wool brained, inferno fadeborn woman.</em> This was the last thing he had wanted, a short note like that would no doubt pique that woman’s interest and bring her down.<br><br>Great. Just Great.<br><br>The damage was done, he could draw up some anger and storm out but there would be nothing stopping it. With a resigned sigh he busied the time checking the sword blade, unsheathing it half way and running a finger over the metal. It would need to be polished again soon, the last few times he had a need to use it didn’t seem to leave any nicks in the metal. A good blade was hard to find and Kal was particular about the weight and the balance that he liked.&nbsp; He felt her presence growing closer, rolling his eyes as it opened and Moira was there. The only way this could be any better is if she had stumbled in on the him and the yellow naked and pressed together…that did however give him an idea.<br><br>“Moira Sedai.” He nodded, voice cold and devoid of emotion. The games were only beginning.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>11-09-2015, 01:44:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Moira, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr> <br>Rising as Moira entered, Shayella smiled at the Green Sister.&nbsp; “Thank you for coming, Moira Sedai.”&nbsp; She gestured toward the chair.&nbsp; “I appreciate it.”&nbsp; She paused, her expression warm and welcoming.&nbsp; “I apologize for the indirect nature of the note that I sent.&nbsp; As I could not guarantee that it wouldn’t be read before making it to you and I respect Kalain’s privacy, I wished to be obscure.&nbsp; As I suspect you already know, Kalain and I meet weekly and he mentioned that perhaps you should be here.&nbsp; Would you mind joining us?&nbsp; I believe that it could be helpful.”&nbsp; <br><br>Making sure the door was closed for the privacy of all three of them, Shayella settled back in the chair.&nbsp; It was not entirely an accident that the room had enough space for a few people to sit comfortably.&nbsp; While she hadn’t suspected that Kalain would ever offer to have his bondmate in on their sessions, she hadn’t ever bothered to change the room around between his sessions and others.&nbsp; “Before you arrived, we had been discussing a few things and your name has come up frequently.&nbsp; While I do wish to get to the interesting topics you raised, Kalain, I would prefer to wait on those for the time being and start a different conversation with the three of us.”&nbsp; She didn’t quite make it a question as did suspect that Kalain would argue just for the sake of arguing with the idea.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m uncertain how much has been shared with you, Moira, but I wanted to open with a short explanation of what takes place during these sessions.”&nbsp; She said, her gaze flicking between the two of them.&nbsp; “Since the death of Elaine Sedai, we have been meeting weekly for a few reasons.&nbsp; The first being that the Tower has required it for Kalain to maintain the position of Master of Arms.&nbsp; As you are likely aware, there is much concern regarding the bond being broken.”&nbsp; She spoke gently, compassionately.&nbsp; “I am here because I genuinely believe that Kalain is an excellent Master of Arms and wish to help him as much as I can.”&nbsp; She paused, “What is spoken about in these sessions is private and I don’t even share with Sitters, the Keeper or the Amyrlin Seat as to the discussions.&nbsp; I keep no records of what is spoken about – only whether he has attended the session or not and if I feel that progress was made.”&nbsp; She explained.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ve asked you to join us today because I believe that you, more than anyone outside of himself, will be able to aide him.&nbsp; When I mentioned this to Kalain, he asked why you weren’t here.”&nbsp; She explained her version of the events that led to her sending a letter.&nbsp; It was true even if his invitation was merely a slip of the tongue.&nbsp; “From my understanding, the two of you have recently started spending time together?”&nbsp; She turned it into a question with a lilt of her voice.&nbsp; Though she already knew a bit of that from what Kalain had already stated, it would be interesting to see what they had to say about it together.&nbsp; “And, from what I understand, this is a newer development.”<br><br>“What do you think has changed between the two of you?&nbsp; What has brought you together after all this time?”&nbsp; She asked generally.&nbsp; While the sessions were for Kalain, she was curious what they both had to say about it.&nbsp; “How did it feel to spend time with one another?”&nbsp; Keeping the questions general in both who should or could answer and detail, she wanted to ease both of them into this new arrangement.&nbsp; She had no doubt that it would be different now that Moira was involved but she wasn’t entirely sure in what way.&nbsp; Would both of them clam up?&nbsp; Would Moira understand or be offended by the questions?&nbsp; Either way, Shayella had a job to do and one she cared a great deal about so she would attempt to do it regardless.&nbsp; Something Kalain already knew about her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>11-09-2015, 01:49:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Open<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Sedai, mentions Avalyn Sedai. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary, Main Ward<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Galvren had to grin as Shayella Sedai's expression went from abject horror at the extent of the bruising along his collar and shoulder to sheer delight in the span of about five milliseconds; it was amazing how quickly terrible news could be transformed into great news simply by the addition of a little context, wasn't it? Just being hit by a stray training bolt while sparring was an unfortunate stroke of luck that could - in the right company - garner plenty of sympathy and lots of understanding pouts and nods, or - alternatively, in the wrong company - earn harsh reprimands and plenty of not-so-friendly mocking. However, add in the fact that it had been in the line of protecting somebody - it didn't have to be an Aes Sedai, but you got bonus points if it was somebody important from some people (which Galvren never understood; surely protecting <em>anybody</em> is good, so why does it matter how much coin or influence they have from a moralistic standpoint?) - and you'd be seen as a hero. Right there, when he revealed that his injury came from passing the Gaidin Exam, Shayella Sedai actually <em>lost her composure</em> for a moment in her surprise and joy...and it was genuine pleasure for <em>him,</em> which actually touched him more than a little. She actually cared whether <em>he</em> succeeded or failed, which made all the difference in the world. He couldn't help but beam at her out of sheer pride. Her composure and her professional attitude returned as quickly as it had fled, of course - even if you managed to put an Aes Sedai off-guard, they never stayed there for long - but he did have to smile a little at the slightly awkward throat-clear. Would she have been as pleased for him as she was if he was just another average ex-trainee, rather than an old friend? Or was the calm-cracking grin reserved only for people as friendly with her as he was? He preferred the latter, if he was honest. It made him feel all special. In any case, he grinned at her and inclined his head in thanks; she quickly moved on to diagnosing his shoulder, but he would never let it be said that he didn't have the appropriate manners.<br><br>But, it was down to business first, then socialising; as he had expected, his shoulder was healing at a relatively slow but natural pace. No infections were obvious, no secondary damage of any kind, no permanent issues that might have needed to be addressed sooner rather than later, no complications and nothing really other than him having a large bruise that would need to be nursed and taken care of to the best of his ability. He had figured that would be the case - Aes Sedai healing tends to heal all of the body at the same time rather than allowing for targeted healing, so the chances of any serious side effects slipping through the cracks as they worked on his shoulder were slim to none, but it still helped to hear it from a trusted, trained Sister of the Yellow Ajah...they were the experts in healing, after all, and if anybody was qualified to give him a definitive "you're fine, you just need to heal," it was the Yellow Sisters. Was it a little disappointing that Shayella Sedai wouldn't use The One Power to get rid of the annoyingly tender blemish on his shoulder? Yes, a little. It was difficult doing anything one handed, and sleep was a near impossibility some nights as well...the only consolation was that he was excused from training until he was healed, so it wasn't like he couldn't catch up with his sleep with a little bit of a lie-in. But the simple fact of the matter was that the Yellow Ajah had policies in place to ensure that everybody got the healing that they needed...had the Yellow Sisters the previous week healed every bump and scrape that they were brought that day, it was very likely that they might not have been able to heal his shoulder as quickly as they did, so he didn't begrudge them their refusal to treat his bruise; he was never expecting it and it was, in the grand scheme of things, only a bruise. He could deal with it, so long as he managed to keep it from taking any more punishment until it was better. <br><br>And....that was that. She gave him some basic advice and told him to come back to the infirmary if his shoulder got worse or if he hurt himself again, but that was pretty basic for injuries of that nature; he wouldn't even have gone back if Carella Sedai hadn't recommended it to him. "My gratitude for your time, Shayella Sedai," he said, smiling at her, "It's comforting to know that I'll be able to keep my arm on this occasion." He grinned again. Just a bruise or not, he did appreciate her attention, her time and the ability to actually speak to her for a few minutes around her busy schedule. It was, he thought wryly, the only way to go any way to guaranteeing some interaction with her; just get injured on one of the days when she is on-shift in the Infirmary, and there was a good chance you'd run into her! But, either way, the only thing that remained was her redressing of his wound with fresh bandages - more for padding and protection against the friction of his clothes than anything else, so far as he understood it - which Shayella Sedai set to with rapid efficiency and a not-surprising level of gentle tenderness. See, this was where he believed Shayella Sedai to be head and shoulders above the rest of the Yellow Sisters in the infirmary; she had an excellent bedside manner, and actively took care to respond to the patients body language to avoid as much pain as possible, regardless of how busy the infirmary was. She would move faster, yes, but she would never rush. Of course, he was also just a little bit biased. He grimaced a little as a strip of padded bandaging pressed against a particularly sore spot, but the pain quickly passed as he looked sidelong at Shayella Sedai, frowning just a little. That was the downside of being injured during his test; he wasn't exactly in a fit state to be bonded right that moment. He sighed quietly. "Unfortunately, Shayella Sedai, I have no idea who I want to bond with. My training has kept me from truly investigating the matter until now, so as far as I know, there aren't any current Aes Sedai that I would specifically like to bond with <em>and</em> are likely to need or want a Warder...and I don't want to Bond with just <em>anybody.</em> It's not exactly something that can be undone or altered easily, after all." Shayella Sedai, for example, would be an excellent Aes Sedai for him to "Ward;" they got along, he knew she was a genuine, kindhearted individual and he saw her mission as an Aes Sedai as a righteous one...alas, she didn't leave the tower enough for her to consider needing a permanent Warder, and when she did, she just took along one or two of the Unbonded ones or the Valdar that were close to graduating...so she was out. He also, to his vague embarrassment, had entertained fantasies when he was younger of becoming <em>Theraeve</em> Sedai's Warder - she was the saviour of his village, one of his oldest friends and, honestly, his first real "flame," so why wouldn't he consider it? - but that was evidently out of the question. She was a Red Sister, and more, it could start undue rumours about their relationship. So that was out as well. "Besides...as it is, I think that my bonding with an Aes Sedai won't be happening for a while either way; I can't rightly protect anybody effectively with <em>this.</em>" He gestured to his shoulder and, as if to punctuate the point, a small throb of pain emanated from the central crossbow wound. He bit back a grunt of discomfort. <br><br>He also remembered what passed for a "celebration" upon his ascension; some of the older Warders who had heard the news took him out for a night of drinking once he could actually get out of bed unaided, but due to Carella Sedai's strict instructions - which none of the senior Warders wanted to disobey - they only partook of a little amount of alcohol - which, in and of itself, wasn't a bad thing by any stretch of the imagination; Galvren had been known to get drunk on occasion, but he never went out specifically to get blind drunk. He at least liked to be able to remember the previous night in the morning - and were back in the Gaidin quarter - where his new room was, incidentally - before midnight. Add onto that that he didn't really know any of the older Warders, so the night was filled with awkward silences and tense card games, and...well. It wasn't the "roaring celebration that tore the town down" that he had been led to believe would be occurring upon his ascension. It was possible, of course, that everybody was holding off until his shoulder recovered...but that didn't change the fact that thus far besides that night, he had largely only been given handshakes and courteous congratulations in the corridor. But honestly, he didn't mind; he didn't want a raucous night out with strangers. There were only really a handful of people that he actually wanted to celebrate with, and none of them seemed to be available. "As for the celebration...in all honesty, Shayella Sedai, there hasn't really been one worth mentioning. None of the people I would want to spend a fun evening with are around. One has been utterly consumed by her studies, so I haven't seen her in a good few months-" Accepted Ishara, one of the novices that was studying when he arrived at the tower, was an old friend probably only preceded by Theraeve Sedai herself and was currently - as far as he was aware - swamped with her assignments as an Accepted "- one of them left the tower and, as far as I am aware, hasn't returned yet-" Theraeve Sedai "- And one seems to never be able to escape from her work long enough for me to seek her out for some social time." He glanced at Shayella Sedai for a moment, then pointedly looked away, though a small smile did tug at his lips. He was respectful, sure, but he didn't have to be humourless, now did he? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>11-09-2015, 06:44:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> <strong>Moira Niall</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11564337#msg11564337)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Green Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Kalain Baneron <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Shayella<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7 | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Moving from her own rooms to the Infirmary | Private Room<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br><em>"Moira Sedai,"</em><br><br>Glancing at her Warder, Moira didn't need to hear the coldness in his voice to recognize the anger underneath it. She could feel it in the back of her mind as surely as if it was rolling off of him in waves and even if she hadn't, the fact that he'd used her title would have told her more about his mood than anything else. She wasn't certain she could actually recall the last time he'd used it. Months certainly. As they'd begun to find their own, unsteady as it might be, truce with each other, the title (and the derision that usually came with it) had disappeared. Now it was back, but while it was cold, she didn't hear any of the biting sarcasm that had often accompanied it in their first days of being stuck bonded together.<br><br>So it wasn't her he was angry at.<br><br>Turning her attention to Shayella as the woman rose to invite her in, she looked her over with that stillness that all Aes Sedai seemed to have mastered. It wasn't unfriendly by any means, but neither was it warm and open, inviting confidences and the sharing of ones private thoughts. It was a look that hid much more than it revealed, but being Aes Sedai herself, Moira knew, Shayella would recognize it for what it was, a mask they all wore at times. She was wary of why this woman had invited her here, especially when she seemed to agreeable to having her join them while Kal seemed anything but.<br><br>Glancing between Kal and the Yellow Sister, she entered the room and took the seat closest to where Kal was seated so that they could face the other woman with a united front. On some level, Moira knew that Shayella was trying to help Kal, but with Kal's emotions knotting in the back of her mind, and her own reluctance to open up to someone she hardly knew, she suspected that speaking with them was going to be very much, for Shayella, like beating her head against a brick wall...and she found she couldn't really be minded all that much.<br><br>As the woman went on, her resolve to speak as little as possible (at least on things of consequence) only grew firmer. The questions she asked in rapid succession made Moira want to stiffen and glare but she forced her body to remain relaxed, the only sign of any agitation being her right hand falling to the hilt of one of her daggers and fingering it almost lovingly. To most it wouldn't look like anything but something to do with her hands, but Kal had known her long enough, had seen her in enough tempers, to know that she fingered the blades at her hips when her thoughts were dark...no matter how serene a gaze she faced the world with.<br><br>When the Yellow Sister, finally, paused in her explanations and questionings, Moira leaned forward, her hands resting on her knees, fingers steepling before her to rest her chin on her fingers as she eyed the other Sister from cool eyes, "Shayella Sedai, tell me something, am I <em>truly</em> to understand, that I was asked to join you today on a mere whim? So you could pry into the private doings between myself and my Warder?"<br><br>It was a rather pointed question, but Moira had pointed it on purpose. This woman had been meeting with Kal for a entire year. If she hadn't realized his questioning why Moira wasn't at the session with him was nothing more than his being a sarcastic pain in the ass she was either being deliberately obtuse, or she should have been too stupid to ever earn her shawl. Since Moira didn't believe the latter for a second, that left the former. The woman was prying. Or granted, you didn't make a good therapist if you <em>weren't</em> a nosy busy-body but that didn't mean that Moira was going to be any more open with her than Kal had been.<br><br>Thinking of Kal turned her gaze toward him, her mouth drawn into a small frown as she asked him, "What <em>precisely</em> have you told Shayella Sedai, Kal?" It was a simple question, but an important one, she had no intention of sharing any more with this woman that Kal already had, but to do that she needed to know what Kal had told her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>15-09-2015, 19:26:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Why did Aes Sedai even bother talking? There were many reasons why people considered the women of the tower to as trustworthy as they were flight worthy, which without a suitable catapult or other propulsion system was not exactly far. The thought of an air borne sister delivery system did cause a quick little smile to break through the stony façade as the two women started to talk. It was probably because of the indignant screams of the reds as they were propelled through the red and the joyous exultations of the greens. The other ajahs were harder to place in their reactions so Kal had to quickly abandon the fantasy and focus more on the growing dialogue. <br><br>The first was just summation of the reason why he was attending the little get togethers. The second however caused his head to tilt just a little bit, she openly stated that he was good for the position. Something that he was surprised with, there were many that did not agree with his methods but then it was hard to argue with the results. The rest however was a cloud of words so thick that he could not help picturing the catapult once more. Although perhaps it was a trebuchet? He was going to need to consult some of the old war books to see what the difference was. She was fishing for information, seeing if Moira was going to add anything further then the fact that their dance and time afterwards was anything more than nice. <br><br>The addition of the green sister presence did however change the charge of the room. Within seconds of her arriving the restrained fury and anger of the warder stilled. It became a cold anger, a calm of the storm as she settled next to him. The same could not be said about his bondmate. His eyes followed her hands as the fingers touched the hilt of the daggers. It was uncommon for a sister to go around armed but it was precisely those uncommon characteristic that he enjoyed the most about the green sister. Many would say they could become the perfect compliment to each other, if situations were different and they could have agreed to the joining they could have been right.<br><br>“It is my experience Moira, that few sisters ever do anything on a mere whim.” He sniffed softly, turning it into a sarcastic scoff. Getting Moira involved might have set these little sessions back months but at least they were even more entertaining. When the focus was on someone else it was…aw hell he spoke too soon. “Precisely?” he echoed her word his tone still carefully neutral, “That we danced the night of the festival, and that it was nice.” There might have been a few curses and general accusations of the tower at large but for the most part he had kept their activities as close to the chest as he could.<br><br>With his patience restored, Kal was able to lean back and relax letting Moira take the lead when it came to the questions. He knew that if this was ever going to help they should both stop resisting her efforts, but the desire to protect his Aes Sedai bled over to their personal lives as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>18-09-2015, 01:17:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Moira, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Private Room - Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>It took only a moment for Shayella to realize that the addition of Moira to the conversation wasn’t going to go well for her but just the way both of them acted spoke volumes.&nbsp; She was no fool and already knew that there was much that Kalain failed to mention to her and she was getting to see one example of that now.&nbsp; Though they had avoided one another for some time, something had shifted in their relationship and it was evident by both the near bitter accusation in Moira’s question to her and then in the rather pointed question to Kal.&nbsp; There was certainly something that Moira was asking about specifically.&nbsp; Leaning back in her chair, Shayella listened quietly as Kal answered his Aes Sedai.&nbsp; <br><br>Waiting until they had fallen silent to speak again and answer Moira’s question, she shook her head.&nbsp; “I didn’t invite you here on a whim.&nbsp; I had simply waited until Kalain mentioned your presence here and then asked if he would allow it.”&nbsp; She answered that part first and fell quiet, pondering.&nbsp; The next part of what she wanted to know was not nearly so easy to answer as she did need to pry into certain aspects of his life and, because Moira was his bondmate, that meant that the Green Sister’s privacy was invaded some too.&nbsp; “Unfortunately, prying is part of this particular duty.&nbsp; I also understand that it’s uncomfortable sometimes and can create hostility.”&nbsp; She remarked honestly.&nbsp; What she didn’t mention was that there were many events that happened in someone’s life that weren’t overly interesting to her personally but were interesting professionally.&nbsp; Listening to people’s day-to-day lives and interpersonal relationships was not nearly as interesting as others believed.&nbsp; It was, however, required for her position.<br><br>It also wasn’t lost on Shayella that Kalain had closed off nearly completely at the arrival of his Aes Sedai.&nbsp; Likely, she would get nothing more from him today and, judging on just the few moments they had already been together, she suspected the same from Moira.&nbsp; Instead of pushing on the topics that they clearly had no interest in answering, Shayella circled back to another discussion Kalain wished to have.&nbsp; She could come back to their relationship if there was any signs of comfort from them later on.&nbsp; Gazing at Kalain for a moment, she took a deep breath.&nbsp; “Perhaps it would be best to turn our focus onto something else for the time being.”&nbsp; She mused.&nbsp; Kal knew her well enough to know that she rarely completely let a topic go forever.&nbsp; Instead, she circled back at a later time or even a different session.&nbsp; “Are you two comfortable talking about what happened with the training session with Theraeve?”&nbsp; She asked, her gaze once again flicking between the two of them.&nbsp; While she had heard rumors and knew some of the outcome of the events, she had no real idea how Kalain had felt during the training or afterward when the Red Sister attacked him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 06:31:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Listening to Galvren, Shayella silently agreed with his assessment.&nbsp; The bond certainly wasn’t something to rush into and it was hard to find the right kind of person to be so intensely bound to for the rest of their days.&nbsp; From what Shayella understood, though she had never personally experienced it, the bond not only allowed for those involved to be aware of where their bondmate was but also allowed them to feel the emotions of their bondmate.&nbsp; With that kind of closeness at all times, she truly believed that it wasn’t good to rush into a bond.&nbsp; Though, some of the concern for her was allowing someone to become that close to her.&nbsp; She wouldn’t be able to hide behind her work as a healer or her position as an Aes Sedai if things got too intense.&nbsp; They would <em>know</em> what she was feeling.&nbsp; Even though she could mask the bond, that seemed to also defeat some of the purpose.&nbsp; <br><br>“I don’t blame you for not wanting to rush into bonding with anyone!”&nbsp; Shayella finally said after listening to him speak and finishing up the bandaging.&nbsp; “It is a very serious commitment and it should be done with the right Aes Sedai.”&nbsp; She mused but her brows rose.&nbsp; It was tempting to ask about those that he had considered potential candidates but it also seemed a bit too personal a question while in the infirmary.&nbsp; Though most of the people in the infirmary were mostly professional while tending to the wounded and ill, there was nothing to stop them from gossiping later.&nbsp; However, he had given her an out, as well as a chance to get to know him better, and she hadn’t forgotten that.<br><br>Pondering a moment, trying hard not to appear as pleased as she was about spending social time with Galvren, she flashed him a bright smile anyway.&nbsp; The hints directed at her weren’t lost on her and she also didn’t want to pass up the chance to get to know him more personally.&nbsp; Sure, they saw each other frequently in the infirmary and occasionally around the Tower and rarely outside of it but there was always an element of business to it.&nbsp; It would be quite pleasant to spend time out with him without that addition.&nbsp; “Perhaps we should change that.&nbsp; I would rather enjoy getting to spend time with you outside of the infirmary.”&nbsp; She mused thoughtfully though some of her inward excitement peeked through her blue eyes.&nbsp; “The faire is going on for several more days.”&nbsp; She mentioned and cocked her head at him, “Or there’s a number of other places to go in Tar Valon.&nbsp; We should celebrate your raise to Gaidin!”&nbsp; She added brightly.&nbsp; It was not only something that hadn’t happened yet for him but, in her mind, <em>should</em> happen.&nbsp; After all, Gaidin were asked to risk their very lives for their Aes Sedai.&nbsp; Even those bonded to one another weren’t entirely equal.&nbsp; If a Warder died, the Aes Sedai often suffered a deep depression and the loss was hard but she most often survived it.&nbsp; But when an Aes Sedai died and the Warder lived, he likely wouldn’t live long afterward.&nbsp; The madness that took them usually ended with their death as they attempted to avenge their Aes Sedai.&nbsp; <br><br>“Does any of that sound appealing to you, Galvren?”&nbsp; She asked him, dropping the title only because they were discussing personal business.&nbsp; Plus, she liked him to know that she thought of him as more than a sword and shield for the Tower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 12:37:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Open<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Sedai, mentions Avalyn Sedai. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary, Main Ward<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Honestly, Galvren hadn't expected his light, good natured prodding to really result in anything; he took these small little jabs at his friends sometimes, and they either returned it with one of their own or just outright laughed it off and continued as if he hadn't said anything...but then, Aes Sedai are always willing and able to turn a jibe into something else, regardless of the intent behind it; that's why you really should beware of trying to insult or even just tease such women....they're almost always extremely intelligent and, due to the nature of their vows, they're always very good at both double-speak and witty exchanges. Even if they apparently choked on something - which usually signified them attempting to outright lie - you couldn't really say for certain that it wasn't intentional; he, personally, wouldn't put anything past the Aes Sedai in terms of cunningness. It wasn't a bad thing, of course - The Dark One and His minions were ruthless, and the Light needed every advantage that it could get to defeat Him - but it was something to be wary of; even if you thought that you'd outwitted an Aes Sedai, you needed to be careful...because it was entirely possible that they only wanted you to <em>think</em> that you'd outsmarted them. Of course, in the position he found himself in at that moment, he didn't much mind Shayella Sedai's quick-witted tongue, since it largely led to a good thing for Galvren; he had yet to really celebrate his Raising, and honestly, Shayella Sedai was likely the only person currently available in Tar Valon who he would actually want to celebrate with....and, unlike Theraeve Sedai, there was no danger associated with Shayella Sedai being seen in public with him. Yellows had a somewhat more moderate reputation than the Sisters of the Red Ajah, after all...it's wrong, perhaps, but peoples perception played a huge part in an Aes Sedai's power. And, whether for good or ill, the Red Ajah had a specific appearance to keep up. The Yellow Ajah did as well, of course, but it was a somewhat more friendly one, being the Sisters dedicated to healing and all. <br><br>So, would Galvren like to spend some "off time" with Shayella Sedai for a change? In a word, "yes." She was one of the few real friends that he'd had a chance to make during his time at the tower, and it really was a shame that they didn't get to spend more time in each others company outside of the Infirmary or the tower. He didn't really know whether Shayella Sedai spent much time at all outside the tower, but if she did, he almost never saw her out there save for the occasional moment where he glimpsed her in the street or bumped into her at the market, and even then, it was only a brief interaction before they were both on their way again. Now that he was a Gaidin, he actually had more time to himself than he did when he was still a Trainee; he still needed to train, of course, and he still had duties he had to attend to, but now that he was a Gaidin, he could largely go where he wanted when he wanted, and not many people could tell him that he wasn't allowed somewhere. Any Aes Sedai could do it, of course - even though Warders and Aes Sedai were "partners" technically speaking, the Aes Sedai were still in charge; Warders were, after all, primarily bodyguards for the Aes Sedai - but very few actually would unless it was important. So...why not take advantage of his new time off and spend some time with a friend? No reason whatsoever. He had heard that the Faire was in town, and he had always enjoyed the various stalls and performances that were put on at such an event, but he rarely had a chance to go there between his training and everybody elses schedule; as much fun as it was going to the faire, it wasn't much fun going on his own. And following that up with drinks at a local tavern whilst enjoying a good show of some description? That sounded like a lot more fun than the grumpy evening he had been treated to by the other Gaidin. He grinned at Shayella Sedai and nodded.<br>&nbsp;<br>"It sounds <em>very</em> appealing, Shayella Sedai." They may be friends, but she was still on duty and she was still a senior Aes Sedai. That still warranted respect. "In all my years at the tower, I've only gotten to visit the Faire once or twice. It would be good to be able to sample all of what it had to offer, for once." He reached for his shirt and began to start pulling it back on carefully. "It'd also be quite nice to get to spend some time in your company <em>without</em> needing to suffer a serious injury, too." He chuckled softly, then winced briefly as he tweaked his shoulder. He'd need to be careful with it for a while longer, it seemed. "Did you have a specific date in mind?" He looked at her as he pulled his shirt down his body. "Is one of your elusive "Days Off" approaching?" He risked a small wink. Shayella Sedai took her work very seriously, and as such, didn't take <em>true</em> "days off" particularly often. It was one thing he liked about her - her dedication - but it did make it difficult to spend any real time in her company as "just friends" rather than "Aes Sedai and Patient." Still...if one of her days - or even an evening - off was approaching and she was offering to spend at least some of it celebrating with him? He'd take it, happily. He didn't get to spend nearly enough time with her as it was, so he wasn't about to turn down the opportunity if it presented itself. That would just be stupid; he rarely got to see his friends anyway, so any chance to get to do so should be seized with both hands, especially now that he had the time and freedom to do it. It really was that simple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 00:16:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning | Saven 6th | 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr> <br>Shayella’s smile faded briefly at Galvren’s quick wince.&nbsp; She had no doubt that his shoulder would cause him pain for days and it bothered her greatly.&nbsp; Though the rules of the Tower’s infirmary made a great deal of sense and she agreed with it completely in the abstract, she still hated leaving anyone in pain.&nbsp; It was, as ever, a test for her even if that particular weakness had been tested in both her test from Novice to Accepted and again with her test to go from Accepted to Aes Sedai.&nbsp; Her smile returned brightly as he spoke and she laughed, nodding her head.<br><br>“I do believe I could take an evening off.”&nbsp; She answered with another chuckle.&nbsp; It was quite true that she spent the majority of her time in the infirmary and usually only took days off to travel for the Tower.&nbsp; Healers were in high demand, especially in the Borderlands, and Shayella always put her name in for those as well.&nbsp; While it was fulfilling to heal those at the Tower and those that came to the Tower, there was nothing quite like being in the borderlands or travelling with Theraeve.&nbsp; It was a rare chance to make a significant difference.&nbsp; Many of the injuries and illnesses at the White Tower weren’t life threatening but that was not the chase when healing soldiers of the Borderlands or gallivanting around chasing male channelers.&nbsp; “Would the 8th work for you?&nbsp; It gives me enough time to take my name off the list for the evening.&nbsp; We could visit the faire and, afterward, get drinks to celebrate your accomplishment.”<br><br>Cocking her head, she pondered for a moment.&nbsp; “Is there anyone else that you’d like to have along?”&nbsp; She asked, curious.&nbsp; Though she had no concerns about celebrating just the two of them, it was <em>his</em> celebration and other friends could be included.&nbsp; “As far as I am concerned, anyone you’d like to have there is welcome to join us!&nbsp; We can have the celebration just us or we can make it a party.”&nbsp; She offered, letting him make the decision.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m really excited.”&nbsp; She remarked, her blue eyes shining.&nbsp; It wasn’t often that she went out and just spent time with friends.&nbsp; “And, as you said, it will be wonderful to spend time together when you’re not injured.”&nbsp; She agreed with his early assessment, her bright smile never wavering though her gaze did flick to his shoulder before returning to his face.&nbsp; A thought crossed her mind but she kept it to herself in such a public location.&nbsp; If they were going to be out late and drinking, perhaps getting rooms at an Inn would be a good idea.&nbsp; Though she had no sexual intentions, rumors would be flying if she mentioned staying out of the Tower with a man.&nbsp; It would be something she could mention later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 00:59:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Open<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Sedai, mentions Avalyn Sedai. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary, Main Ward<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Galvren smiled again, though this time the expression held just a note of forlorn wistfulness; was there anybody else that he'd like to invite out for a night on the town to celebrate his raising? Of course...he had made a couple of friends in his years at the Tower, but the two people he actually thought of when she asked him that question...well. Ishara, he hadn't seen in close to a good four or five months, as in depth and time consuming as her studies and chores became upon her entering the final stages of her time as an Accepted; when he spoke to her last, she didn't really know when her test for the Shawl would be, but it was evident that she thought it was close...the work and preparation really piled on the closer you got to the test, as far as Galvren knew, and if her sudden disappearance was anything to go by...it was <em>extremely</em> close. In which case, even if he <em>could</em> find her in time to extend the invitation, he wouldn't want to take her away from her studies and potentially sabotage her test for the Shawl by having her do anything reckless or unbecoming of an Accepted of the Tower...sure, it was only supposed to be a drink or two, but you never knew what might happen in such a situation; it would be better not to take the risk. The other name was, of course, Theraeve Sedai, and even were she to return to The Tower in time...well, a sister of the Red Ajah spending intimate time with a Yellow and a Warder? She wouldn't like the rumours that might start circulating after that, he was certain. So...no. No, he figured that it would just be him and Shayella Sedai, for the most part. He might get together some of the other men in his training group for a "formal" congratulations, as it were, but the celebration at the faire with Shayella Sedai should be reserved for people he considered close friends...or at least, the closest friends he had.<br><br>He smiled with just a touch of resignation in his face as he shook his head. "Only a handful of names spring to mind, Shayella Sedai," he said, shaking his head, "And they're all...unavailable. Some of them, I haven't seen in months and don't expect to see again any time soon." However, his wistful expression didn't last long; it was a passing moment of regret, nothing more. How could he remain morose with such enthusiasm dancing in Shayella Sedai's eyes? Light, how long had it been since her last day off that the simple idea of having a night off to enjoy the faire and a couple of friendly drinks causes such sparkling excitement in her? He had to allow her infectious smile to spread across his face as well. He couldn't help it; her enthusiasm was contagious, and honestly, why should he want to resist? This was a happy day, after all; he got raised to Gaidin, and got to tell one of his closest friends (even if the title wasn't exactly hotly disputed) about it personally rather than her hearing about it through the rumour mill...and now, he was getting to arrange an evening out with said friend, where they didn't have the backdrop of the Infirmary. It was good news, so he should stop being so gloomy! He grinned slightly. "Well, I doubt my injury will suddenly heal itself by the 8th, but we can only live in hope, right Shayella Sedai?" He chuckled a little. "But yes, the 8th is perfectly fine with me. We'll have a decent time with just the two of us, I'm certain, Shayella Sedai...." He smiled at her again, then stood up slowly, making certain to keep his arm as still as possible. "...and I, too, must admit to looking forward to our celebration as well, Shayella Sedai. It's been too long since I just had a nice night off without the terror of the possibility of early morning training the next day." <br><br>He chuckled again. even though such training was nowhere near an every day occurrence, it was still called often enough that even those who had almost graduated would speak of it with distaste...sure, it was necessary and taught an important lesson - you can never assume that you won't be called to fight; you need to be ready at a moments notice, day or night - but nobody <em>liked</em> getting up before the crack of dawn for a full mornings training. Even if you respected its purpose, liking it was just....well, if you actually liked it, you were probably not mentally stable enough to be trusted to protect an Aes Sedai. There was crazy, and then there was just deranged. Actively liking early morning training was <em>very much</em> the latter. Honestly, the one good thing about his injury was that he could sleep in in the mornings for the first time in almost a decade. He'd almost forgotten how it felt...it didn't make him feel any more rested, but it certainly felt good in an indulgent kind of way, and if he was going to bodyguard an Aes Sedai, he would probably not get to indulge for a very long time...so it was best to make the most of it while he could. If you could sleep in and get away with it, why wouldn't you? Take your moments when you could, because you never knew when you would get another one, especially when Aes Sedai were involved. And he fully intended to enjoy the few perks his injury afforded him while he could. He may as well utilise the advantages of a bad situation, right? There was no reason to be doubly miserable, after all!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>28-09-2015, 01:11:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning | Saven 6th | 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Shayella could see a flicker of what seemed to be a brief moment of disappointment cross his face at the mention of others and she almost regretted making the offer.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; She knew first hand how hard it was to be close to others at the Tower as friendships were always shrouded in politics, busy schedules and even secrets that must be kept from one another.&nbsp; It was entirely difficult to maintain friendships and even harder to truly get close to someone, to trust someone completely.&nbsp; It was no wonder in her mind that so many Aes Sedai jumped at the chance to bond someone.&nbsp; It was the only time a relationship of absolute disclosure and trust were acceptable.&nbsp; And, even then, there were many cases in which that wasn’t even true.&nbsp; Still, though, she refused to give up.&nbsp; She had a few friends at the Tower, many of them she didn’t see regularly but she would make time for them when one was free to do as such.<br><br>“I have no doubt your injury won’t be healed completely by then.”&nbsp; She finally said but, instead of frowning at the idea or letting that get them down, her smile brightened and she chuckled, “We’ll just have to make sure that, by the end of the night, you don’t feel a thing!”&nbsp; She mused, alluding to getting him drunk.&nbsp; It was a night out to celebrate and drinking too much was part of that.&nbsp; Plus, it helped to get it out of ones system before returning to the Tower and resuming ones constant duties and upholding the expected decorum.<br><br>Letting him get on with his day, she offered him another warm smile.&nbsp; “I look forward to seeing you on the 8th but, should you need anything before then, please feel free to return anytime.”&nbsp; She said, gesturing around the infirmary.&nbsp; “Take good care of your shoulder and no practice until the bruising is gone.”&nbsp; She added at the end, likely something Carella Sedai had already mentioned.&nbsp; “Oh, and congratulations again, Gaidin!”&nbsp; She said, offering a quick friendly wave before returning to her own duties.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>28-09-2015, 17:54:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Open<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shayella Sedai, mentions Avalyn Sedai. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Infirmary, Main Ward<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>And, just like that, his visit came to an end; he knew it was coming, of course - Shayella Sedai couldn't rightly spend all day chatting with him when his injury was no longer exactly pressing, after all; she had other duties to attend to and other patients to treat - but it didn't make the end to their little meeting any less disappointing...it wasn't often that he got to talk with his friends, and even now, in the Infirmary, he was actually having a rather decent time just relaxing and catching up...what's more, the visit had given him something extra to look forward to; even if he didn't see Theraeve Sedai or Accepted Ishara at all that week, he could at least enjoy a pleasant night out with Shayella Sedai where he had her undivided attention, and where they could just speak freely and be friends rather than Aes Sedai and Trainee Warder, or Healer and Patient...it was a small but important distinction to make, since there were always going to be differences in their interactions depending on the environment. and if Shayella Sedai's bright smile was anything to go by, they would be having a lot of fun in the bar after the Faire; Galvren didn't drink particularly often, but when he did, he did so with gusto...and thanks to his Warder training, he could more than handle his alcohol...he'd probably be able to handle even more, if he eventually got Bonded. So there was one upside, at the very least! He heaved himself to his feet before returning his arm back to its resting, slightly protected position lying across his stomach, and gave Shayella Sedai a bright, warm smile and a respectful half-bow of his head. Say it all together now; being friends didn't mean he didn't have to show respect. This was her place of work, and she was still an Aes Sedai and he an Unbonded Warder and visitor to this location where she held seniority, so respect was amply due. It wouldn't do to slip into acting too casual around her now that he was no longer a trainee...a little respect never hurt anybody, after all.<br><br>"And I look forward to celebrating with a friend, Shayella Sedai. And my gratitude for both the invitation and the medical advice...I will do my very best not to injure my shoulder more. That would be most...unpleasant." He smiled softly and allowed himself a brief chuckle before offering another small bow and slipping out of the curtained off area, splitting off from her as she went about her remaining duties. He watched after her for a few moments, considering, then smiled and turned to head to the exit. It was strange, wasn't it? You didn't really expect to become friendly with the infirmary staff when you were just a lowly trainee; the Novices and Accepted, perhaps, but they were very often kept away from the male residents of the tower until they were older and - as some of the Aes Sedai said - capable and mature enough to know the limits of acceptability. But the actual full time staff? They were all Aes Sedai, and when you first arrived, at least, you would never expect to become friendly with those aloof, powerful, influential women who always appeared to be all business and detachedly serious...and yet, you soon found that they were just like everybody else in that they had their hostile and friendly members, they had their likes and dislikes and their own little foibles...and sometimes, every so often, you would find one who was friendly enough to befriend. He was lucky in that he had found not one but - technically - three. It was just a shame that he'd only get to see one to celebrate on the 8th. Ah well...these things happened, unfortunately. <br><br>He offered a smile to Malene as he passed - prompting a bright smile and a wave from her in return - and exited the Infirmary into the bright light of late-morning, headed towards midday....hopefully, the rest of the day would pass by relatively uneventfully. If something serious were to happen, he would prefer it to be at a point in time where he'd actually be of some use. Nothing worse than being useless in a crisis, after all; he'd felt that way once before, and he never wanted to feel it again. He grimaced briefly at the thought, then shook it clear of his head and strode towards the training grounds...if nothing else, perhaps he could have some fun watching the Trainees train, or perhaps bump into some of his old training-group friends. They didn't mingle much any more, but...well, any company was better than no company, right? He had no other plans for the rest of the day, so....why not? All he'd have to do was keep his arm safe and still, and since he wasn't training or doing any real strenuous activities today...well, how hard could it be? The hardest thing would be to find some way to occupy himself for the rest of the day...he was sure he'd think of something. There had to be <em>something</em> he could pass the time with, after all.<br><br><br><em><strong>End Scene for Galvren. Next Scene: Afternoon, Tar Valon South. In Progress.</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>05-10-2015, 14:19:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> <strong>Moira Niall</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11564337#msg11564337)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Green Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Kalain Baneron <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kalain, Shayella<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 7 | 990 NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Moving from her own rooms to the Infirmary | Private Room<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br><em> “Perhaps it would be best to turn our focus onto something else for the time being.” </em><br><br>Moira almost started to relax at those words...until they were followed by asking about that Red bitch! For the barest flash of a second her Aes Sedai calm cracked, a snarl, marring her featured but she quickly schooled them back to calmness and if Shayella was looking at Kal when it happened, she'd miss it entirely. Kal, however, would feel the sudden surge of anger that flashed through her at the mention of the Red's name and would know that there was much they still needed to discuss about her, but Moira wasn't going to air any of that in front of the Yellow sister. Her issues with who Kal chose to take to his bed, and what he did with her there, were <em>not</em> for anyone's whims, not even a Yellow seeing to help her Warder's mental state.<br><br>No, that argument (and it WOULD be an argument!) would be saved for when they had some actual privacy and when she could channel a wall of soundproofing around them so no one else would hear the yelling that was bound to happen when it came to a head. <br><br>Instead she met Shayella's gaze with her own, and the look she cast the other Sister was cold and dark in a face that was as blank as any Aes Sedai ever was, "There's not much to discuss. She lost a sparring match and then, like a coward, sought to strike out when Kal's back was turned. If she'd held a real sword and not a practice one I might not have been able to heal him and even being in the Tower a Yellow, with more than my simple battlefield healing skills, might not have made it to him in time. I made it clear to her what the consequences of ever attacking what was mine to protect again would be," she added, and was rather proud of herself for <em>not</em> letting her satisfaction in that little threat show. She still wanted to gut the bitch...even more so after Kal's actions the night before, but again, that would be a private discussion.
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