Searching for Home [Attn: Leala]
Posted: February 17th, 2016, 10:29 pm
The two women walked down the well-worn path between the Grey Tower and Hama Valon. At the edge of the city, three buildings surrounded a pleasant courtyard.
As the Mistress of Novices, there were few opportunities for Mirin to leave the walls of the Tower. Visiting the Mar a'Mael with Torianin was a welcome reprieve from her daily routine. Mirin stepped forward gracefully, her riding boots peeking out from beneath her dark blue dress. After two years, the agelessness of the Oaths had finally settled on her face, but it was clear that she was still very young for a sister. They approached the gate. The guard took one look at Mirin's smooth face, saluted, and then allowed them inside.
They moved toward the eastern building. The Aes Sedai spoke softly as they walked.
"The work of an Aes Sedai is to serve the people. Each Ajah serves in its own way; as leaders, or protectors, or advisors, or scholars. The Blue Ajah strives to serve the causes of the people. We feed the hungry and help the poor. We speak for those who cannot speak, we fight for those who cannot fight. And we try to create a home for those without a home.
"The Mar siolan'an exemplifies the work of the Blue Ajah. A common misconception is that the Blue Ajah is only concerned with laws and judgment. This is false. We concern ourselves with law and judgment so that we may serve our ultimate cause, the cause of the people. We use the law to help us distinguish right and wrong, but it should not define our actions or our decisions. In the Mar siolan'an, or the House of Children, we want to act justly, to make the right decisions, but our duty here is not to pass judgment. We are here to serve."
They stood before the eastern building. Inscribed above the entrance door were the words: Mar far masiara ma'nien siolin'an rhyagelle.
"House of beloved lost children who come home," Mirin translated. Then, without knocking, she pushed open the door.
They walked through the entrance hall, and then turned down a hallway. Noise spilled from the classrooms. There was very little screaming or wailing; instead, loud singing of children's songs and cheerful laughter drifted through the air. A dozen children came down the hall, the older children each holding the hand of a younger. They chattered excitedly. The middle-aged woman ushering them down the hall curtsied as she passed by the two women.
Mirin turned to look at the passing children, and then smiled at Torianin. "What do you think?" she asked. "I mentor a few of the children here. Would you like to meet them?"
As the Mistress of Novices, there were few opportunities for Mirin to leave the walls of the Tower. Visiting the Mar a'Mael with Torianin was a welcome reprieve from her daily routine. Mirin stepped forward gracefully, her riding boots peeking out from beneath her dark blue dress. After two years, the agelessness of the Oaths had finally settled on her face, but it was clear that she was still very young for a sister. They approached the gate. The guard took one look at Mirin's smooth face, saluted, and then allowed them inside.
They moved toward the eastern building. The Aes Sedai spoke softly as they walked.
"The work of an Aes Sedai is to serve the people. Each Ajah serves in its own way; as leaders, or protectors, or advisors, or scholars. The Blue Ajah strives to serve the causes of the people. We feed the hungry and help the poor. We speak for those who cannot speak, we fight for those who cannot fight. And we try to create a home for those without a home.
"The Mar siolan'an exemplifies the work of the Blue Ajah. A common misconception is that the Blue Ajah is only concerned with laws and judgment. This is false. We concern ourselves with law and judgment so that we may serve our ultimate cause, the cause of the people. We use the law to help us distinguish right and wrong, but it should not define our actions or our decisions. In the Mar siolan'an, or the House of Children, we want to act justly, to make the right decisions, but our duty here is not to pass judgment. We are here to serve."
They stood before the eastern building. Inscribed above the entrance door were the words: Mar far masiara ma'nien siolin'an rhyagelle.
"House of beloved lost children who come home," Mirin translated. Then, without knocking, she pushed open the door.
They walked through the entrance hall, and then turned down a hallway. Noise spilled from the classrooms. There was very little screaming or wailing; instead, loud singing of children's songs and cheerful laughter drifted through the air. A dozen children came down the hall, the older children each holding the hand of a younger. They chattered excitedly. The middle-aged woman ushering them down the hall curtsied as she passed by the two women.
Mirin turned to look at the passing children, and then smiled at Torianin. "What do you think?" she asked. "I mentor a few of the children here. Would you like to meet them?"