Zarayne heard the horses approaching, but she hadn't realised that Natlya would be the one to deliver her horse to her. She found herself caught up in two thoughts: I'm getting too comfortable with being waited upon and I have to cease Natlya from calling me Aes Sedai. One of these was far easier to fix.
"Thank you, Natlya Gaidin." Of course she had to use the title just before saying: "But please, call me Zarayne. Aes Sedai and Gaidin are equals so there's no need to give me honorifics. Unless you prefer it?" That was a possibility, although Zarayne would have rathered it weren't. She led Natlya's gaze towards the other Yellow. "I don't wish to become one of them, caged by an aura of superiority, whether rightfully earned or otherwise. I will live too long a life to find true comfort in self-importance."
Turning back to her companion, a look of humility took over her features. "Sorry, I talk, too much on occasion. And sometimes too freely. It's still a novelty to find myself free to voice an opinion on anything. I imagine it's much the same for Gaidin trainees."
"Thank you, Natlya Gaidin." Of course she had to use the title just before saying: "But please, call me Zarayne. Aes Sedai and Gaidin are equals so there's no need to give me honorifics. Unless you prefer it?" That was a possibility, although Zarayne would have rathered it weren't. She led Natlya's gaze towards the other Yellow. "I don't wish to become one of them, caged by an aura of superiority, whether rightfully earned or otherwise. I will live too long a life to find true comfort in self-importance."
Turning back to her companion, a look of humility took over her features. "Sorry, I talk, too much on occasion. And sometimes too freely. It's still a novelty to find myself free to voice an opinion on anything. I imagine it's much the same for Gaidin trainees."