Post by Sariska Atwahar on Nov 24, 2019 20:13:55 GMT
This was a monumental day! Historic! Was it any wonder anyone who had an excuse to be present found themselves waiting? You’d be hard-pressed to find a tower window without someone peering out it-especially as the arrival time drew closer. Sisters of every ajah were present, many accompanied by a sharp-eyed warder. More servants then required and a handful of lucky Accepted… so many people! It felt like half the tower was here, making the grand space seem small.
Social situations were not Sariska’s strong suit. She did best with books. They were far easier to fathom. Even objects of power with all their mystery and edge of danger were preferable-an enjoyable mystery! When her companions mentioned going to check on something (truthfully Sariska was only half listening) she shook her head. Content to stay put while they fluttered about like eager birds. Large dark brown eyes watched them meld into the crowd only a moment before her gaze swept away. There was no real focus of her attention, the sister's mind tracing back to dozens of other grand moments in the history of the white tower. History was more comfortable than the present. Memorized lines of dates less unsettling then socializing.
Easily lost in her own thoughts Sariska didn't notice anyone approach. Why would they? There was much to do and the brown sister was not foolish enough to think she held any significant role in today's affairs. She wouldn't even be doing much more than overseeing the moving of the Ter'angreal and answering any questions about them. Not a terribly urgent task with their guests still arriving. It meant that hearing her name startled the young sister from her own thoughts. Blinking she turned toward the speaker, surprised anew to see Zamira. Head of the Green Ajah! Even dense as she was Sariska could appreciate the elegant force that was the head of the green sisters. A woman with so much presence she reminded Sariska of an obsidian Ter'angreal they’d been studying a few weeks past. The disk was thick but small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. Its exact use was unknown but when air was channeled into it Sariska had the unmistakable feeling of standing in a lightning storm… maybe it was just her internal anxiety but with Zamira Dagaron standing near her, she felt the same charge in the air. And-oh stars she was still speaking! Pay attention!
Mentally slamming her own mental monologue shut like a book the brown smiled back at the other sister and actually tried to pay attention. Thankfully Zamira had not picked some painful topics like dresses or the food or how tall these gentlemen might be. What possible effect could their height have on political discourse? She’d have to ask someone later if she remembered. No, it was by the creator's grace that the ajah head mentioned knowledge. Sariska perked up like a feline who had just heard a bird outside the window. She met the other woman's gaze with naked excitement.
“Oh yes, Zamira Sedai! Even if their collections merely confirm what we already suspected it will be a huge historical benefit-and with cooperation between the Towers we could finally discover the uses behind some of the objects we keep. There is a theory that many of the Ter'angreal and Sa’angreal need sadin to be properly used. Having access to it would speed up our research considerably” too many objects with unknown uses gathered dust and did them no good. How many of those treasures were meant for a male channeler? How many required a touch of the male half of the power? Or a combination of men and women working together! There had been a time when keeping those items of power hidden away had been prudent but now? Well, many would argue it was still best to keep those objects hidden! That was someone else's worry. Sariska was simply interested in the answers, not the implications they might cause. If working with Asha’man meant they could discover more answers then every effort had to be made!
As if there wasn't enough commotion already a fresh wave of murmuring and activity took the hall. For a moment the brown sister's eyes flickered towards the moving crowd before turning back to Zamira. “I am so glad you appreciate the academic significance, it's far more important than how tall anyone is” the brown added almost absently. Earlier she’d heard two of her usually studious sisters debating facial hair of all things. How many samples of Ogier writing the black tower might possess was apparently secondary to moustaches!
She missed her books already.
Social situations were not Sariska’s strong suit. She did best with books. They were far easier to fathom. Even objects of power with all their mystery and edge of danger were preferable-an enjoyable mystery! When her companions mentioned going to check on something (truthfully Sariska was only half listening) she shook her head. Content to stay put while they fluttered about like eager birds. Large dark brown eyes watched them meld into the crowd only a moment before her gaze swept away. There was no real focus of her attention, the sister's mind tracing back to dozens of other grand moments in the history of the white tower. History was more comfortable than the present. Memorized lines of dates less unsettling then socializing.
Easily lost in her own thoughts Sariska didn't notice anyone approach. Why would they? There was much to do and the brown sister was not foolish enough to think she held any significant role in today's affairs. She wouldn't even be doing much more than overseeing the moving of the Ter'angreal and answering any questions about them. Not a terribly urgent task with their guests still arriving. It meant that hearing her name startled the young sister from her own thoughts. Blinking she turned toward the speaker, surprised anew to see Zamira. Head of the Green Ajah! Even dense as she was Sariska could appreciate the elegant force that was the head of the green sisters. A woman with so much presence she reminded Sariska of an obsidian Ter'angreal they’d been studying a few weeks past. The disk was thick but small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. Its exact use was unknown but when air was channeled into it Sariska had the unmistakable feeling of standing in a lightning storm… maybe it was just her internal anxiety but with Zamira Dagaron standing near her, she felt the same charge in the air. And-oh stars she was still speaking! Pay attention!
Mentally slamming her own mental monologue shut like a book the brown smiled back at the other sister and actually tried to pay attention. Thankfully Zamira had not picked some painful topics like dresses or the food or how tall these gentlemen might be. What possible effect could their height have on political discourse? She’d have to ask someone later if she remembered. No, it was by the creator's grace that the ajah head mentioned knowledge. Sariska perked up like a feline who had just heard a bird outside the window. She met the other woman's gaze with naked excitement.
“Oh yes, Zamira Sedai! Even if their collections merely confirm what we already suspected it will be a huge historical benefit-and with cooperation between the Towers we could finally discover the uses behind some of the objects we keep. There is a theory that many of the Ter'angreal and Sa’angreal need sadin to be properly used. Having access to it would speed up our research considerably” too many objects with unknown uses gathered dust and did them no good. How many of those treasures were meant for a male channeler? How many required a touch of the male half of the power? Or a combination of men and women working together! There had been a time when keeping those items of power hidden away had been prudent but now? Well, many would argue it was still best to keep those objects hidden! That was someone else's worry. Sariska was simply interested in the answers, not the implications they might cause. If working with Asha’man meant they could discover more answers then every effort had to be made!
As if there wasn't enough commotion already a fresh wave of murmuring and activity took the hall. For a moment the brown sister's eyes flickered towards the moving crowd before turning back to Zamira. “I am so glad you appreciate the academic significance, it's far more important than how tall anyone is” the brown added almost absently. Earlier she’d heard two of her usually studious sisters debating facial hair of all things. How many samples of Ogier writing the black tower might possess was apparently secondary to moustaches!
She missed her books already.