Tamora looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She still looked tired, despite the agelessness that her face there were faint dark circles under her eyes and nothing she did could hide them. Aes Sedai were not supposed to be tired, or upset, or a hairs breath away from breaking. She could still feel the whole in her soul by the loss of Jenin, the man she had bonded and loved. It was a loss so fresh that she could still feel him in her rooms when she was not looking, like he stood in the corner of her eye, just when she looked he was gone.
With a final sigh, she turned away from the mirror, her hands moving down over her dark green gown, trimmed in silver, her skirts divided for easy movement and riding. Her preferred look while she moved around.
Realising the time, she made her way to the doors of her rooms, and pulled them closed behind her. She had a Dedicated to speak to, one who wished to be a Green, though she heard he had some anger issues, and she was to test his control. She could do that, annoy him and test his control and resolve.
Strolling down through the green halls, weapons and shields lining the walls, her booted feet ringing on the green tiled floor. She could see the Dedicated waiting for her, leaning against the wall. She wondered if he had this kind of casual attitude towards everything. She would soon tell and whip him into shape if she had to. She stopped just before him, and looked up at him. He was tall, broad, and looked like he would belong in Green. But he would need more than brawn to get there. After all, she was tiny compared to him, but it meant nothing.
"Dedicated Felix Kal'Sarak? I am Tamora Sedai."