The Death of an Amyrlin
Posted: May 26th, 2018, 10:55 pm
Elia Darrow
Standing by the window in her office, Elia could see the entirety of Hama Valon and Lake Somal. From this height, people were simply specks on the ground, indistinguishable from one another. The figures walking in the Tower gates could have been Asha'man or White Tower Aes Sedai, or even Whitecloaks. Obviously not the latter, or there would be a great deal of commotion. Looking away from the city, Elia examined the grey clouds overhead. It would be dark soon, and probably wet overnight. She wondered if it was raining out where Dax was. Snowfall was more likely at the Citadel.
Stepping away from the view outdoors, Elia examined the backs of the two women who sat before her desk. The Fang and Flame of Hama Valon was displayed prominently at the centre of their shawls, fringing in green and yellow respectively.
Joane Bole was archetypical of a Green. She strutted her svelte body around the Warder Yards in a pathetic attempt to find another fool to add to her collection. The Cairhienin had two Warders, but excess was the hallmark of the Battle Ajah. Joane had been a sister twice as long as Elia had, but her impact as an Aes Sedai was negligible. That, and the fact she was so easily distracted by a pretty face were the reasons Elia chose her as her contact amongst the Greens.
Audreyn Wyne was a different matter. She wasn't Elia's first choice, nor even Elia's choice at all. When she'd raised the idea with the First Weaver about having a Yellow attaché, the Illianer had offered his own services. It was a rarefied moment when Elia and Maever liked the same idea, but she had to refuse his offer. After all, if she was available for the First Weaver at all hours, every other Ajah Head would expect the same. The whole premise around having an entourage was to buffer her from those people, whilst having a sympathetic ear within each Ajah. So instead of Maever, Audreyn had been selected. She was Manetheren by birth, although she had the voice of someone raised in Baerlon. Elia didn't care too much about her background, just the fact she was old, plump and pleasant.
Elia crossed the room to her chair, taking a seat in front of them. She briefly channelled Air, snuffing out the flames of the ornate candelabra on her desk. It was a signal to the Keeper that she wasn't to be disturbed. In truth, it was to keep Isadora on the outside of any important conversation. The Kandori had yet to prove herself in Elia's opinion.
"Daughters," Elia greeted with a smile, "how are you? What news do you bring me?"
Stepping away from the view outdoors, Elia examined the backs of the two women who sat before her desk. The Fang and Flame of Hama Valon was displayed prominently at the centre of their shawls, fringing in green and yellow respectively.
Joane Bole was archetypical of a Green. She strutted her svelte body around the Warder Yards in a pathetic attempt to find another fool to add to her collection. The Cairhienin had two Warders, but excess was the hallmark of the Battle Ajah. Joane had been a sister twice as long as Elia had, but her impact as an Aes Sedai was negligible. That, and the fact she was so easily distracted by a pretty face were the reasons Elia chose her as her contact amongst the Greens.
Audreyn Wyne was a different matter. She wasn't Elia's first choice, nor even Elia's choice at all. When she'd raised the idea with the First Weaver about having a Yellow attaché, the Illianer had offered his own services. It was a rarefied moment when Elia and Maever liked the same idea, but she had to refuse his offer. After all, if she was available for the First Weaver at all hours, every other Ajah Head would expect the same. The whole premise around having an entourage was to buffer her from those people, whilst having a sympathetic ear within each Ajah. So instead of Maever, Audreyn had been selected. She was Manetheren by birth, although she had the voice of someone raised in Baerlon. Elia didn't care too much about her background, just the fact she was old, plump and pleasant.
Elia crossed the room to her chair, taking a seat in front of them. She briefly channelled Air, snuffing out the flames of the ornate candelabra on her desk. It was a signal to the Keeper that she wasn't to be disturbed. In truth, it was to keep Isadora on the outside of any important conversation. The Kandori had yet to prove herself in Elia's opinion.
"Daughters," Elia greeted with a smile, "how are you? What news do you bring me?"