His question about how long she had been cooking for made her grin slightly, and she shrugged her shoulder. "I guess since I was old enough not to burn myself." She told him, "It was either I help Mama with the cooking, or I had to fetch firewood. And not like that isn't fun from time to time, but I usually picked the cooking part. And soon I was cooking while my Mama could sit back and focus on something else." She remembered feeling so proud when she had been allowed to cook unaided, and she had loved the praise she had received for the meal. It was such a small thing compared to all this here at the White Tower, but still it was a good memory and one she would keep hold of.
The look on his face when she said she was sure he could make something before offering to help him, made her giggle softly. She finished up the roll in her hand as she listened to him accept her offer of help, and to his talk of wanting to know how to look after himself once he was an Asha'man. She nodded her head, that was a good that he was thinking along those lines. They had been told it would not always be palaces and noble residences, and all should know how to survive if they had to spend a few days in the wilderness. Especially if one did not have a Gaidin at your side. "That is a good way of thinking, I am sure not all our fellow Learning Ranks do."
She was interested to know what he had thought Tuatha'an all looked like, but he was vague and just laughed as he claimed not like her. She was sure it was a compliment, and not meant any other way. But she was still amazed that someone had not turned away from her, scared she was going to try and steal something. When he spoke of her old clothing, she grinned a little and nodded her head. "My favourite outfit was my yellow blouse with flowers sewn onto it, and a long swishy green skirt with ivy patterns." She grinned a little more, "I know how people feel about our clothes, but they were fun and make us happy." She looked down at the snowy white dress and sighed. "I do find this to be amazingly dull, and very hard to keep clean. At least you got lucky with the black."
Tala nodded her head as he spoke of the Pattern having directed his course, she could understand that. You had to put your trust in the Pattern also, one just did not have to be happy about it, but things happened for a reason. When he turned her question back on her, she licked her lip and looked down at the last bit of sweet bread in her hand, losing her appetite, and instead offering it out to Dreyric to finish. "Well, it starts with a girl breaking the rules to save a life, and ends up with the girl being picked up by an Aes Sedai and brought here." She told him, knowing she was being vague, but that was unfair. He had been honest with her.
"One afternoon, as we were getting ready for supper, our Camp was attacked by drunken men from the near by village. There was a scuffle, and I picked up a long sword and moved to protect a young boy, called Seann, and ended up stabbing the attacking man." She drew in a deep breath, it was still was hard to talk about this. "As you know, we follow the Way of the Leaf, to do no harm to a living soul. And the one thing that they can not forgive, and I named Lost, and left in the next town." She licked her lips, fighting back tears, her eyes shiny with the unshed tears. "I worked at a tavern to live, bearly doing so, until an Aes Sadai told me I was going to the Grey Tower." She finished up, her arms moving around her middle. She was feeling she should go, that he would definitely not want to be sitting with a girl who had killed someone.
"I should go..." she said then, and began to pack the small basket up.
The look on his face when she said she was sure he could make something before offering to help him, made her giggle softly. She finished up the roll in her hand as she listened to him accept her offer of help, and to his talk of wanting to know how to look after himself once he was an Asha'man. She nodded her head, that was a good that he was thinking along those lines. They had been told it would not always be palaces and noble residences, and all should know how to survive if they had to spend a few days in the wilderness. Especially if one did not have a Gaidin at your side. "That is a good way of thinking, I am sure not all our fellow Learning Ranks do."
She was interested to know what he had thought Tuatha'an all looked like, but he was vague and just laughed as he claimed not like her. She was sure it was a compliment, and not meant any other way. But she was still amazed that someone had not turned away from her, scared she was going to try and steal something. When he spoke of her old clothing, she grinned a little and nodded her head. "My favourite outfit was my yellow blouse with flowers sewn onto it, and a long swishy green skirt with ivy patterns." She grinned a little more, "I know how people feel about our clothes, but they were fun and make us happy." She looked down at the snowy white dress and sighed. "I do find this to be amazingly dull, and very hard to keep clean. At least you got lucky with the black."
Tala nodded her head as he spoke of the Pattern having directed his course, she could understand that. You had to put your trust in the Pattern also, one just did not have to be happy about it, but things happened for a reason. When he turned her question back on her, she licked her lip and looked down at the last bit of sweet bread in her hand, losing her appetite, and instead offering it out to Dreyric to finish. "Well, it starts with a girl breaking the rules to save a life, and ends up with the girl being picked up by an Aes Sedai and brought here." She told him, knowing she was being vague, but that was unfair. He had been honest with her.
"One afternoon, as we were getting ready for supper, our Camp was attacked by drunken men from the near by village. There was a scuffle, and I picked up a long sword and moved to protect a young boy, called Seann, and ended up stabbing the attacking man." She drew in a deep breath, it was still was hard to talk about this. "As you know, we follow the Way of the Leaf, to do no harm to a living soul. And the one thing that they can not forgive, and I named Lost, and left in the next town." She licked her lips, fighting back tears, her eyes shiny with the unshed tears. "I worked at a tavern to live, bearly doing so, until an Aes Sadai told me I was going to the Grey Tower." She finished up, her arms moving around her middle. She was feeling she should go, that he would definitely not want to be sitting with a girl who had killed someone.
"I should go..." she said then, and began to pack the small basket up.