Bastian knew life away from his little cabin in the woods would be very different from anything he’d yet experienced. Hama Valon alone was almost overwhelming, given its size and the variety of foods and goods he saw as the Master of Arms and Captain General returned to the Tower with him. He’d spent some of his free time in the town, and knew he could get lost in the variety of foods there were to try.
Was he the sort to get into trouble? Not really. While many youth might go through a rebellious stage, there wasn’t much for Bastian to rebel against growing up with his parents. They didn’t see that many people, though his parents insisted on good manners. Those lessons stayed with him after his father’s death. He was far from a young man, and seemed a bit older than a number of his fellow Drin.
Pay attention and learn all you can. . .it sounded like something his father used to say when Bastian was but a small boy. It was advice he’d taken to heart, and would need to do so again if he were to prove himself worthy of the uniform he wore. Could he make it to be a full-fledged Gaidin? Time would tell.
Adjusting to his new life would take time, and he was mostly a patient person. The number of people, both in Hama Valon and here at the Tower was bordering on overwhelming given how much of his life he’d spent solely in the company of his parents, or on his own. Having only had to rely on himself, he wondered if he could truly serve an Aes Sedai or Asha’man in the way Master Darrow served Miahala Sedai.
They were married, though, so perhaps it was different and less about serving for the two of them? It was a question he let bounce in his mind as he walked alongside Haeden.
“Is it something you’ve done much of? Protecting channelers? Are you. . .what is the term I’ve heard? Joined. . .no. . .bonded?”
Was he the sort to get into trouble? Not really. While many youth might go through a rebellious stage, there wasn’t much for Bastian to rebel against growing up with his parents. They didn’t see that many people, though his parents insisted on good manners. Those lessons stayed with him after his father’s death. He was far from a young man, and seemed a bit older than a number of his fellow Drin.
Pay attention and learn all you can. . .it sounded like something his father used to say when Bastian was but a small boy. It was advice he’d taken to heart, and would need to do so again if he were to prove himself worthy of the uniform he wore. Could he make it to be a full-fledged Gaidin? Time would tell.
Adjusting to his new life would take time, and he was mostly a patient person. The number of people, both in Hama Valon and here at the Tower was bordering on overwhelming given how much of his life he’d spent solely in the company of his parents, or on his own. Having only had to rely on himself, he wondered if he could truly serve an Aes Sedai or Asha’man in the way Master Darrow served Miahala Sedai.
They were married, though, so perhaps it was different and less about serving for the two of them? It was a question he let bounce in his mind as he walked alongside Haeden.
“Is it something you’ve done much of? Protecting channelers? Are you. . .what is the term I’ve heard? Joined. . .no. . .bonded?”