A Silverpike out of Water (attn: Elgee)
Posted 06 February 2011 - 06:03 AM
Sighing, she started in the direction she had last seen her ... Warder ... heading off to. It took her a while to realize that she wasn't so much following the direction she'd seen him heading off to, as much as where she could feel him. What a peculiar thing! She could also feel him growing more and more ... petulant, was the only word she could think of to describe it. By the time she reached the Tailor's shop, she was having a hard time of it to keep a most inappropriate giggle from escaping. It had become quite obvious to her over the last few minutes that the one thing the boy did not enjoy, was shopping. For clothes, anyway.
Thus it was that by the time Larindhra entered the shop, a small grin was hovering on her lips. She hovered behind them unseen for a while, feeling Geirrin's irritation rise as the Tailor presented him with ever more inappropriate colours. The pale pink seemed to be particularly unacceptable to him. "You do have a fondness for dark colors don't you boy?", she murmurred over his shoulder.
Within short order she had thanked Visar for his kindness and dismissed him politely, then taken over the selection of materials. Black was a bit too obvious, as was too bright a red, but she couldn't resist a pale rose coloured silk for a jacket that would match perfectly for a very dark red she'd chosen for some pants for him. It would do well for a formal occasion, should they ever be able to attend such together. For the rest, she ordered several pristine white shirts in various materials, as well as some stout woollen and linen pants and coats. Mostly in dark forest colours that could be worn anywhere, but would be especially handy on the road. She paid the Tailor an extra gold for speedy delivery, with some of the stuff promised for later that same day. The man would have to set all his people to work to achieve that, but when an Aes Sedai requests, means must be found, it seemed. He was also very obliging in pointing out a cobbler right next door to him who would be able to supply good quality boots and shoes. The man obviously valued his business with the White Tower.
When it came to having Geirrin measured for small clothes, Larindhra politely but hurriedly excused herself to have a word with the cobbler so long. It seemed a long time before Geirrin joined her there, his expression positively radiating affront, but in short order the boots and shoes were also ordered, and they were heading back to the Tower. She glanced speculatively at Geirrin as they entered the Tower grounds. "Tell me, boy, can you dance?" she asked in a hopeful tone. It had been a long time since she'd enjoyed a decent dance, and she did love them. Men were rather hesitant about dancing with a Red. Once they found out what her Ajah was, anyway.
Starting to enjoy this whole Warder thing
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Posted 23 February 2011 - 04:17 AM
As they entered the tower grounds Larindhra broke the once glorious silence. "Tell me, boy, can you dance?" she said glancing at him. Light he wanted to scream! Remain civil he thought to himself...though his boyish immaturity took over. "Aye, I can dance." Lanrindhra's eyes seemed to light up at the prospect of a proper dance. A mischievous smile formed on his face as he rotated his hips then thrust them forward suggestively. "Not sure if that is the kind of dance you meant but the young ladies love it!"
The words barely left his mouth before he felt goosebumps on his skin followed immediately by a blow across his backside. The angered Aes Sedai grabbed his ear in a firm grip dragging him through the grounds into the White Tower. His face was bright red with embarassment as all eyes were drawn to him. Some laughed openly or chuckled quietly covering their mouth with a hand. Others shook their heads obviously thinking he was getting his just due. What a spectacle they made. "No sense of humor" he muttered softly as he was dragged through the tower towards the Red Ajah quarters. By what he felt through the bond she was going to flay him alive when they reached the confines of their room.
Posted 23 February 2011 - 07:30 AM
It never occurred to her that this boy had shielded her without breaking a sweat once before already; his muted mutters only earned him a warning glare. Once in her quarters, Larindhra let go of his ear and planted her fists on her hips. "Now you listen to me, young man!" she started, then pursed her lips as a thought occurred to her. "Slow" people sometimes misunderstood, and had the unlucky knack of remembering just the wrong thing. And worse, repeating it, just like little children were wont to do. Maybe he didn't even understand exactly what he'd been suggesting to her, but had simply been aping behaviour obviously picked up in Light knew what places he'd grown up in? Oh Light ... was she going to have to explain ... certain matters to him??
Larindhra was not inexperienced in ... certain matters, but that did not mean she felt comfortable at the thought of explaining them to this boy. Especially considering that if she was feeling his emotions, as was rapidly becoming clear, he would most likely also be feeling hers! She tapped her lip and considered the red faced young man slouching sullenly before her. Hmmm ... maybe if she showed him the right way to go about things, he'd forget whatever bad examples he had imprinted in his poor little brain. She actually started to feel quite protective of the poor thing. Repetition and positive reinforcement - that's the way to go about it, she thought to herself and nodded decisively.
Taking a deep breath, she fought down the last remnants of her outrage and eventually managed a motherly smile. "Right then, my dear - I'm going to show you what I meant by dancing, yes? Now usually there would be musicians playing but for now we will have to just imagine ..." Oh dear ... would he be able to imagine this? She really had to find out exactly what his mental limits were. "Never mind - let me start off by showing you the more usual positions for a country dance. Upright positions, mind you!" She wagged a finger under his nose and gave him a firm but friendly look as she felt a flash of puzzlement mixed with something she couldn't quite identify, flowing through the Bond. She ignored that and took him gently by the upper arms to shift him into position. "Place your left leg a bit forward ... "
A rapid knock on her outer door interrupted her flow of instructions. Frowning irritably, she strode to the door and opened it. A sweating novice bobbed her a hasty curtsy and thrust a message tube at her. "I'm sorry, Larindhra Sedai! These came for you earlier from the Dovecotes, and I knocked and knocked but you didn't answer and I came back a few times but.." Larindhra held up her hand to stem the flow of words before the girl fainted from lack of breath. "Child, calm down! You have found me now. Go along back to your other duties." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the girl squeaked a thanks, dropped another curtsy and practically ran off. She was about to close the door when another novice came trotting up. "A message for you from Zarinen Sedai, Larindhra Sedai." Larindhra dismissed her without showing any hint of the wariness she felt upon hearing who the message was from. What did that woman want now.
Shutting the door, Larindhra checked then broke the seal on Zarinen's message first, a frown forming as she read the curt words:
One Orange Pepper and two White Pepper reports from Eyes and Ears in Far Madding. Investigate and report.
She stripped the outer layer off the other message and unrolled it. It was from one of her Eyes and Ears in Caemlyn, who had recruited one for her in Far Madding, a place most Aes Sedai avoided.
The one bushel of orange peppers ordered nine weeks ago have not arrived from Far Madding yet, but I can supply red peppers.
Larindhra's mind raced, as she pondered the probability of several agents suddenly dying or going missing, all in one place. A place most Aes Sedai avoided, since they could not Channel there. Zarinen had warned her to be careful, but she would have to question Tesna, the sister in charge of the Ajah's network of Eyes and Ears, however judiciously.
She had completely forgotten Geirrin's presence until he cleared his throat loudly. And irritably. "What? Oh ... yes ... " What on earth was she to do with him? Leaving him to cool his heals in her quarters might not be the best of ideas - he seemed to get bored easily, and bored children created messes. Glancing at the clock on her mantle piece, she was surprised to see how late in the day it was already. Suddenly she remembered the furniture she had ordered to be delivered to the Inn. Maybe he would be able to fetch that?
"Geirrin, you remember how to Travel to the Inn, don't you? Would you be able to Travel there and fetch the furniture we ordered earlier? It should be there by now, along with some of the clothes we ordered. Come right back here, mind you! And don't step outside my rooms!" Not paying much attention to what he was saying beyond the fact that he seemed to believe he could do it, she hastily patted her hair and smoothed her clothes before going in search of Tesna.
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Posted 01 July 2012 - 06:58 AM
He seized Saidin. That all to familiar struggle where for a few heartbeats he was juggling the weight of the world while teetering on the crumbling edge of a canyon. It was like trying to grasp the tiller of a ship with greasy hands that were far too small for the task while being tossed about in the worst storm any sailor could imagine.
What seemed like a like a lifetime was only mere moments. The bittersweet power that was Saidin flowed through him. Geirrin felt invincible and nauseous at the same time though the latter quickly dissipated. It was almost beyond belief what he could accomplish with the power. The destruction he could cause if he had a mind to was scary. Fortunately for the world he walked in the light, well as much as one possibly could without being a total bore.
The silvery blue line opened into a gateway large enough for him to step through without ducking. Geirrin did not even look back in her direction as he stepped through into the traveling room at the inn. Storming out of the traveling room he went in search of the goods that should already be waiting for him.
Geirrin took his frustration out on the laborers that had delivered the goods to the inn. He gave them a tongue-lashing that they would not soon forget. It was as if he were the captain and they incompetent sailors. Directing them to the traveling room he hurried ahead and opened a gateway to Larindhra's quarters. The laborers reluctantly filed through after a few harsh words. They quickly set down the items they had been carrying and hurried back through the gateway. Geirrin immediately closed the gateway behind the last laborer so close that he almost caught the man's heel. He meant the man no harm yet his frustration had gotten the better of him. He felt no remorse for his harsh treatment of the laborers. Geirrin let go of Saidin and immediately felt the loss.
With nothing better to do, Geirrin began picking through the chest of clothes with a critical eye. He wanted his black collared coat back. In short order Geirrin became bored with inspecting the clothes. Looking about the room he tried to think of something else to occupy his time. With all the furniture and chests in the room he didn't even have enough space to practice his sword forms. Geirrin liked maps, he couldn't read books but he could read a map. He looked about Larindhra's quarters seeing if he could find one laying about.
Posted 04 July 2012 - 10:03 AM
She tugged the bell to summon a servant as she entered her rooms, mental gears churning as she thought of what to order and prepare. She's all but forgotten about Geirrin, but being in the same room as him intensified the feelings nestled at the back of her head. Very strong feelings of irritation. She regarded him with a faint frown. Leaving him to wander around loose in the Tower was not even a remote option. He would have to go with her, but what was she going to do with him? Her eyes narrowed as an idea came to her - he would form part of her disguise.
Another thought struck her. "Can you ride?" she asked over her shoulder as she strode into her bedroom and started rooting through her clothes. She didn't have much that was brown (certainly not one of her favourite colours), but she'd always found it ... prudent ... to keep a few sets of clothing that ... gave certain impressions. She couldn't lie, of course, but it was amazing how one could ... imply. And of course, let others do the talking for her. Larindhra Sedai of the Red Ajah would leave the Tower with what seemed like a Tower Guard in tow. Someone else entirely would enter Far Maddiing.
A servant slipped into her quarters just as she strode out of her bedroom with a bulging saddlebag slung over her arm. She handed it to Geirrin as if he were just another servant, trying hard to send a warning through the bond. Hopefully he would keep his mouth shut and not confuse the issue. She started issuing orders to the tower servant at a rapid pace, not giving Geirrin any opening in the process. Her mare and a gelding to be saddled and readied immediately, along with a pack horse and provisions for a long journey. The servant was ushered out with all due speed, and she at last turned to Geirrin.
"We're going on a long journey, so I really do hope you can ride." She muttered to herself about the weeks it was going to take to get to Far Madding, as she searched for the right maps amongst the ones scattered around. Surprisingly the one she wanted, showing the area around Far Madding in great detail, was lying right on top. "I see some of your clothes have arrived. Please go change into something to travel in, and then pack the rest," she called over her shoulder, then continued to study the map, muttering all the way. She really hated wasting time.
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Posted 05 July 2012 - 05:39 AM
After the poor servant left to follow the dozen or so instructions she had been given, Geirrin set down the bulging saddlebag that Larindhra had handed him. He listened to Larindhra's instructions for him then walked over to the chest of clothes as she studied the map. He quickly found suitable clothing, a pair of gray trousers, off-white shirt, and a dark blue coat. All of the clothes were better quality than he was use to. Setting them aside he stripped down to his smallclothes not caring that Larindhra was in the room. Geirrin talked over his shoulder as he changed. "I can manage to not fall off I suppose." Geirrin had been taught to ride at the farm though he was certainly not an accomplished rider. He finished dressing then began packing extra clothes for the trip.
"Long journey you say? Why ride when we could travel?" Geirrin said as if it was the most obvious solution. It had become second nature to him. He felt her eyes on him. Geirrin finished packing so he brought his pack over and set it next to Larindhra's then looked over her shoulder at the map. "Just need time to study our destination and place of departure." Geirrin said matter-of-factly then grabbed his sword belt and strapped it on.
Posted 07 July 2012 - 05:27 AM
"Long journey you say? Why ride when we could travel?"
Larindhra breathed through her nose as her head turned slowly, almost involuntarily, towards Geirrin. Indeed. Maybe one of these days her brain would return. She was starting to miss it. She said not a word as the boy sauntered over to stare at the map over her shoulder.
"Just need time to study our destination and place of departure."
She turned to regard the map too, looking for a place where they would have some privacy. She reached out and tapped a spot a few miles out of Far Madding. "Would you be able to put us at the foot of the hill behind that copse of trees? Nobody will be able to see us unless they're right there anyway." She waited for him to nod, then picked up her saddlebag and headed for the door. "Come along then. And make sure to call me Aunt Larindhra a few times where people can hear us. We'll leave by the North-East gate and go through Luagde as if we're heading for Shienar. You can open a gateway for us once we're out of sight." This Travelling thing was opening up a world of possibilities! Larindhra beamed at Geirrin as she closed the door behind him. Things were looking up.
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Posted 07 July 2012 - 10:25 AM
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