Delaine glided along the hallway, half-immersed in an idle fantasy. In her imagination, she was not in the Novice quarters, headed to the room she shared with with a promiscuous Mayener, but in the halls of the Blue Ajah — or maybe Grey? that part wasn’t too relevant — heading back to her quarters after a debriefing with her Ajah Head after an important mission. Instead of the Novice whites she was wearing a gown — no, a riding dress, because she’d been travelling — of dark blue silk and a fur-lined cloak, and the books she was holding were binders of important documents, not frivolous poetry—
No, surely she could still enjoy poetry as an Aes Sedai? Yes, definitely. Important documents and a book of poetry, then, that she’d picked up on her travels, not borrowed from the Tower Library…
She blinked, realising she’d walked right past her room. A quick look around told her that the hallway was empty; there was nobody to witness her embarrassment as she turned around and doubled back, past three other doors to reach the right one. She entered, fully expecting the room to be empty, and therefore surprised to find her roommate actually there.
Delaine still wasn’t quite sure what to make of Jesi and her habit of creeping around with that Drin, Paks, but since they were stuck living together, being in friendly terms was by far the preferable option, and so she returned the smile.
“Alarielle Sedai cares not for the peculiarities of the calendar when there are notes to organise,” she replied. “But it’s light enough work, and I got to pick these up from the Library,” she placed the books on her desk, “so I don’t mind too much.” She sat on the edge of her bed, peering curiously at her roommate. “You’re not out with Paks?”