If she thought convincing herself was the only issue she would face then she had been mistaken. Pale for an Aielwoman as she may be, there was no denying the woman's origins. One look at her face (or height) and another at the sword in her hands raised suspicious looks. Zarayne was well aware of other peoples' opinions about Aiel using swords. Well, she wasn't just Aiel; she was a novice and a daughter of a Far Dareis Mai. Either of those were justification enough to learn how to fight.
Ignoring the stares and fragments of gossip concerning herself, she moved from Ribbon in the Air into the Swallow Takes Flight, just as Dax had shown her. A soft smile was painted on her face at the thought of him. She liked the Gaidin, and he was good sport to look at too.
Weariness pressed through beyond thoughts of a roguish grin. Zarayne lowered her sword, then stumbled a few paces to a bench. She plopped down onto the seat with little of the legendary Aiel grace and precisely zero percent of the lady-like qualities an Aes Sedai was meant to possess. Sucking in air, the novice looked around at the others in the yard. Without much thought, she ended up staring at a nearby Gaidin. She was short even for a wetlander, but her motions were fluid. She seemed to epitomise the meaning of the term 'to dance' in either of its definitions.