The Grey Tower

It looks like there isn't a Head of the Blue Ajah...? (Unless I missed something, which is always a possibility!) So I'm here to see if anyone has a Blue (of any sort) to write a thread with Nykkolaia, my newly returned Blue Aes Sedai? Thank you!

The truth was that Miahala had returned to the Grey Tower so she stopped hiding in her family estate in Saldea, but she had really just traded one kind of hiding for another. She had made the journey, but interacted with no one she didn't absolutely have to. She had begun to speak with others here, ...

Lysira Viathene Gaidar ((OOC: I hope you don't mind, but I thought it would make sense for Lysira to check in at the Yards. :) )) The more things changed, the more things stayed the same. Lysira, oh so many years ago, had walked these paths and these halls as a timid little thing called Mouse. A gi...

((OOC: Minor note, but she really shouldn't refer to her as "Mia" Sedai since Mia is a nickname. Her name is Miahala. :) )) How long ago it had been Mia wearing the banded dress, wondering about her future and hesitant in her words around the Aes Sedai marked as quite elder by their ageles...

^this. <3

Miahala Sedai had been a little surprised that anyone would wish to speak with her as part of...this normal part of Tower life, but a part of her was pleased. So much of her life here had been either as Captain General, or Mistress of Novices, or both... It felt almost unnatural for her to no be som...

Miahala had lived too long to judge anyone without knowing more. Something told her that the man would not be involved in such things with truly innocent people, but then, few who beyond the age of children were ever truly innocent. Although she felt she herself had lived a just and somewhat righteo...

Congratulations!

Thank you all! What with bringing my other characters back, I couldn't not bring Mouse home too.

The pair of them standing there in that corridor was like a history book laid open on the ground, wind ruffling past page after page with the text dancing: the past never sleeps, the present can't sit still, and the future is but a mirage that refuses to form. The air was heavy with their histories,...