Ravak carefully extracted the yellow rose from his scruffy mass of hair, and considered it. Elia had threaded it through his mane of ginger, the thorns already removed so it wouldn't catch or scratch. It was reassuring to see that his new status as an unbonded Gaidin of the Grey Tower had done nothing to their relationship. So long as they were in private, that would not be an issue. If she started to mother him in public...
He tucked the flower into his belt, just behind his sword-breaker, and pull his fancloak tightly around himself. Unless someone was able to look through fancloth and steel, they wouldn't spot the delicate edge on the Gaidin's otherwise hard features. Not that he was hard hard. Muscular, but not overly tall, he had filled out his dark grey uniform somewhat impressively. The look of sullenness he had as a Drin had been replaced by a stoic glare. Not a harsh glare, just an impassive one. His face was similarly impassive as he walked back towards the Warder Yards.
Entering the Warder Halls, he found himself a seat by one of the benches near the large fireplace. It was a mild day, not uncomfortable, and less so now that he knew the trick of how to keep cold and heat from showing. He had wrestled with himself about telling Elia. It wasn't a question of trusting her with a secret. She wouldn't go around telling all of the Novices how to mimic Aes Sedai coolness. It was a matter of having one up on his big sister. That was how he eventually decided not to share.
An unfamiliar Drin stopped in front of him with a grim expression. Rav wasn't sure if the grim expression was for him, or if he had been the cause, or if it was just how the boy's face had been arranged. Either way, the dark-haired boy started speaking before he could think much more. "The Mistress of Arms would see you now, Ravak Gaidin."
Something changed in the boy's expression, which must have meant that something had changed in his. Riahana Gaidar wishes to see me? It was Amayani who was the Gaidar Captain. She was his direct superior, at least until he was bonded. That day seemed far off. What in the Light am I being dragged into? As he took the stairs up towards the Mistress of Arms' office, his mind tried to work out the possibilities that this meeting entails. Nothing that had been the result of some misdemeanour, that was for certain. He'd kept his nose clear since returning to the Tower. The lack of Dakson Torellion helped vastly in that. Straightening out the folds in his uniform, Rav rapped softly on Riahana's door with mild trepidation.
He tucked the flower into his belt, just behind his sword-breaker, and pull his fancloak tightly around himself. Unless someone was able to look through fancloth and steel, they wouldn't spot the delicate edge on the Gaidin's otherwise hard features. Not that he was hard hard. Muscular, but not overly tall, he had filled out his dark grey uniform somewhat impressively. The look of sullenness he had as a Drin had been replaced by a stoic glare. Not a harsh glare, just an impassive one. His face was similarly impassive as he walked back towards the Warder Yards.
Entering the Warder Halls, he found himself a seat by one of the benches near the large fireplace. It was a mild day, not uncomfortable, and less so now that he knew the trick of how to keep cold and heat from showing. He had wrestled with himself about telling Elia. It wasn't a question of trusting her with a secret. She wouldn't go around telling all of the Novices how to mimic Aes Sedai coolness. It was a matter of having one up on his big sister. That was how he eventually decided not to share.
An unfamiliar Drin stopped in front of him with a grim expression. Rav wasn't sure if the grim expression was for him, or if he had been the cause, or if it was just how the boy's face had been arranged. Either way, the dark-haired boy started speaking before he could think much more. "The Mistress of Arms would see you now, Ravak Gaidin."
Something changed in the boy's expression, which must have meant that something had changed in his. Riahana Gaidar wishes to see me? It was Amayani who was the Gaidar Captain. She was his direct superior, at least until he was bonded. That day seemed far off. What in the Light am I being dragged into? As he took the stairs up towards the Mistress of Arms' office, his mind tried to work out the possibilities that this meeting entails. Nothing that had been the result of some misdemeanour, that was for certain. He'd kept his nose clear since returning to the Tower. The lack of Dakson Torellion helped vastly in that. Straightening out the folds in his uniform, Rav rapped softly on Riahana's door with mild trepidation.
| OOC: Zero apologies for the title. >_> |
