The Grey Tower

Eveayla had to admit that she rather liked the thought of being in charge when she went home. Her mother could be... domineering, sometimes. Maybe some Tower training wouldn't be a totally useless waste of time. Her eyes settled on the door, reading her own name and then the name of her roommate ...

Eveayla's left eyebrow raised slightly, but she didn't push it further, instead turning her face towards the practicing yard and away from her fellow Novice. Odd bird, that one. Her eyes scanned the group for familiar faces - Johan, or even that swaggering girl, Pax. One of the drin caught her eye ...

Welcome Tristram!

Eveayala picked up on none of Leanora's queues. She listened with interest as the woman talked about where she was from and who she knew. It seemed like at least one other person in the tower might actually be worth knowing. She even smiled when the woman started talking about her family's lace ...

So, she was Aiel then. Interesting. Very, very interesting. Eveayla had never met an Aiel, but had heard enough about the war and how ferocious they were as fighters. Somehow, this girl didn't really live up to that reputation. She seemed.... out of place, somehow. It could just be the novice dress ...

Eveayla paled as the last story came to a close. She felt a shiver run up her spine and scooted closer to the flickering flames. She wasn't scared, after all, she had told an equally scary tale herself, but the thought of that happening to someone made her shudder. She didn't want to think about ...

"I'm not either," Eveayla said, smiling back. She couldn't keep a hint of excitement out of her voice as she stood up and smoothed her dress, glancing quickly at her hair in the mirror and primping a few wayward curls.

"I actually heard that there's something happening with some of the other ...

Welcome, Andraste!

Well, at least she was sitting down now. It was disconcerting, really, to have someone that jumpy staring down at you.

"I'm not honestly very sure myself," Eveayla said, eyes still focused on the Warders as they moved. "I think there's a different name for women who are Warders? I know the ones ...

"I haven't," Eveayla answered, smiling back. Her roommate really wasn't so bad. Very tolerable. She might even become a friend over time. "Do you have your eye on one already? I haven't met much of anyone in the tower yet, besides you and the Accepted who brought me here, and the Mistress of Novices ...