Katrie I
Katrie spread her hands out in front of her, trying to use that oddly comforting gesture to keep herself focused. Liza was expecting her, but the tall Cairhienin was in no mood for that woman. It would probably earn her penance, and it would probably fan the flames of the Yellow's obvious dislike for her higher. But Light! If she had to spend one more moment in the Infirmary with that horrible Yellow, she was going to scoop out the Aes Sedai's eyes.
Learn to Heal that she-Trolloc! The Accepted grinned a little, morbid amusement and sharp anger darkening brown eyes.
She let the breath out she hadn't realized she had been holding, forcing her feet to take her away from her sparse room. It was... hard, not to glance back over her shoulder, even though she knew she wouldn't find what she sought. Dax wasn't there. Just like he wasn't... Light, don't think about it. Katrie closed her eyes, long coppery fingers reaching up reflexively to touch the side of her head.
It was both a blessing and a curse, that her room was situated near the Warder Yards. In some small way, it made her feel as if she was closer to him... even if that didn't make sense. And yet, being able to see the Yards only made the hollow space in her mind that he once occupied that much worse. Her nose wrinkled. You went and thought about it, Papa's voice accused and she lowered her head, refusing to acknowledge the swirling chaos that rattled inside her skull until she had finally reached the Channeling Yards.
Katrie blinked in surprise as she looked around, head lifting slowly. She had expected more people... kind of like how the Warder Yards were always busy with Drin, Ji, and Gaidin coming and going. She shrugged inwardly. She didn't mind the relative emptiness; it was probably better for everyone else, really. Full lips pursed thoughtfully, an odd sense of excitement rising to the forefront. She couldn't remember exactly where she had first heard mention of what she was about to attempt. It was supposed to be very dangerous. No one else in the Tower knew how to do this... or more accurately, if they did, they weren't all that keen on teaching her. She was determined to learn this... and then master it. Or at least be skilled at it. It was a good thing her curiosity was such a beast then. The pretty Cairhienin grinned; if she could pat it, she would have.
She picked a spot as far away from everyone else as she could, taking several deep breaths to steady herself. When she felt suitably fortified - or maybe it was just giddy lightheadedness - she opened herself up to saidar. With deft motions she made a simple knot of Air. Katrie studied the few threads, her nose wrinkling as she picked one at random, tugging it out from the rest of the weave. The flows... sagged for a moment before slipping out of her grasp. A loud burst of sound rocked her back on her heels. She yelped, scuttling backwards until her back hit the barrier that denoted the very edges of the Channeling Yard.
Once she was sure her heart wasn't about to beat out of her chest, she tried again. She made the same weave, pulling at a different thread. It ended with the same resulting boom of sound. The third and final thread she tried yielded the same outcome, Katrie having to shake her head a little to clear it. She felt the prickle of curious eyes on her and she brushed at her skirts, keeping her head down as she left the Channeling Yards behind. Inwardly her thoughts were spinning. That was... the basic gist, she thought. She would have to come back and try again. For now, it wouldn't do to draw too much attention to herself.
Learn to Heal that she-Trolloc! The Accepted grinned a little, morbid amusement and sharp anger darkening brown eyes.
She let the breath out she hadn't realized she had been holding, forcing her feet to take her away from her sparse room. It was... hard, not to glance back over her shoulder, even though she knew she wouldn't find what she sought. Dax wasn't there. Just like he wasn't... Light, don't think about it. Katrie closed her eyes, long coppery fingers reaching up reflexively to touch the side of her head.
It was both a blessing and a curse, that her room was situated near the Warder Yards. In some small way, it made her feel as if she was closer to him... even if that didn't make sense. And yet, being able to see the Yards only made the hollow space in her mind that he once occupied that much worse. Her nose wrinkled. You went and thought about it, Papa's voice accused and she lowered her head, refusing to acknowledge the swirling chaos that rattled inside her skull until she had finally reached the Channeling Yards.
Katrie blinked in surprise as she looked around, head lifting slowly. She had expected more people... kind of like how the Warder Yards were always busy with Drin, Ji, and Gaidin coming and going. She shrugged inwardly. She didn't mind the relative emptiness; it was probably better for everyone else, really. Full lips pursed thoughtfully, an odd sense of excitement rising to the forefront. She couldn't remember exactly where she had first heard mention of what she was about to attempt. It was supposed to be very dangerous. No one else in the Tower knew how to do this... or more accurately, if they did, they weren't all that keen on teaching her. She was determined to learn this... and then master it. Or at least be skilled at it. It was a good thing her curiosity was such a beast then. The pretty Cairhienin grinned; if she could pat it, she would have.
She picked a spot as far away from everyone else as she could, taking several deep breaths to steady herself. When she felt suitably fortified - or maybe it was just giddy lightheadedness - she opened herself up to saidar. With deft motions she made a simple knot of Air. Katrie studied the few threads, her nose wrinkling as she picked one at random, tugging it out from the rest of the weave. The flows... sagged for a moment before slipping out of her grasp. A loud burst of sound rocked her back on her heels. She yelped, scuttling backwards until her back hit the barrier that denoted the very edges of the Channeling Yard.
Once she was sure her heart wasn't about to beat out of her chest, she tried again. She made the same weave, pulling at a different thread. It ended with the same resulting boom of sound. The third and final thread she tried yielded the same outcome, Katrie having to shake her head a little to clear it. She felt the prickle of curious eyes on her and she brushed at her skirts, keeping her head down as she left the Channeling Yards behind. Inwardly her thoughts were spinning. That was... the basic gist, she thought. She would have to come back and try again. For now, it wouldn't do to draw too much attention to herself.