Taesh had gone to the Garden to wait on Jaryd, still storming at first. It was rare, more than rare, for the Atha'an Miere Asha'man to become so riled up. He was so well known for being calm, and inspiring contentment in others than the Tower had given him a salt-name, Calm Seas. There were some fiery Greys, but Taesh was not one of them, the bubbling anger that he felt was not normal to him. He was actually glad that the Master of Soldiers had decided to meet him in the Garden. It was one of the Atha'an Miere's favorite places in the Tower.
When Taesh got to the fountain, a pair of Accepted were sitting on the side of fountain chatting. They both smiled at the Asha'man, until he started pacing around the border of the fountain, making them both rather nervous. The women gave him quick, but courteous, curtsies before making a hasty retreat. Taesh mentally filed away their faces, so that he could make amends later, but he was not yet in a mood to be civil. He knew though that he had to change his mood before Jaryd arrived.
Taking several slow and deep breaths, the Head Clerk leaned over the side of the fountain, allowing the spray from the shooting water to wash over his face. It was cool, and reminded him of being on the Star Song as a child, leaning over the deck as the ship raced across the waters. Memories of his childhood helped to calm that Asha'man down, as he recalled the days events. He was not quite sure where the meeting with Soldier Baryn went wrong, but he was sure of two things. The first was that the Soldier would not make it in the Tower until he learned discipline and someone knocked the wind out of his sails. The second was that the Soldier was no Grey, and of that Taesh was more than glad.
His face and shirt beginning to drip with water, the Atha'an Miere backed away from the fountain, whipping his face, his regular semi-permanent smile beginning to show again. Looking at the fountain, it reminded Taesh of a painting he had seen in one of the Blue Asha'man's room. Only that painting depicted an ancient well, vines creeping on it, the water well past spent.
Opening himself to saidin and commanding it to his will, Taesh began to use his skill in Plantweaving, to attempt to recreate the painting in true. From around the fountain, bright green thin vines began to creep up the base of the fountain. As they grew, the vines darkened and thickened, looking like they had been growing for seasons instead of seconds. The verdant lacework gave the fountain an archaic look, that was pleasing to the Asha'man. It was a wasteful display of Power, but it helped soothe the channeler of the Ajah of mediators, and he stood back, soaking shirt at all, to admire his work as he waited for Jaryd of the Red.
When Taesh got to the fountain, a pair of Accepted were sitting on the side of fountain chatting. They both smiled at the Asha'man, until he started pacing around the border of the fountain, making them both rather nervous. The women gave him quick, but courteous, curtsies before making a hasty retreat. Taesh mentally filed away their faces, so that he could make amends later, but he was not yet in a mood to be civil. He knew though that he had to change his mood before Jaryd arrived.
Taking several slow and deep breaths, the Head Clerk leaned over the side of the fountain, allowing the spray from the shooting water to wash over his face. It was cool, and reminded him of being on the Star Song as a child, leaning over the deck as the ship raced across the waters. Memories of his childhood helped to calm that Asha'man down, as he recalled the days events. He was not quite sure where the meeting with Soldier Baryn went wrong, but he was sure of two things. The first was that the Soldier would not make it in the Tower until he learned discipline and someone knocked the wind out of his sails. The second was that the Soldier was no Grey, and of that Taesh was more than glad.
His face and shirt beginning to drip with water, the Atha'an Miere backed away from the fountain, whipping his face, his regular semi-permanent smile beginning to show again. Looking at the fountain, it reminded Taesh of a painting he had seen in one of the Blue Asha'man's room. Only that painting depicted an ancient well, vines creeping on it, the water well past spent.
Opening himself to saidin and commanding it to his will, Taesh began to use his skill in Plantweaving, to attempt to recreate the painting in true. From around the fountain, bright green thin vines began to creep up the base of the fountain. As they grew, the vines darkened and thickened, looking like they had been growing for seasons instead of seconds. The verdant lacework gave the fountain an archaic look, that was pleasing to the Asha'man. It was a wasteful display of Power, but it helped soothe the channeler of the Ajah of mediators, and he stood back, soaking shirt at all, to admire his work as he waited for Jaryd of the Red.