First Steps [Attn: Craig/Farah]

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Welcome to the Warder Yards. This is the place for Warder and Trainee roleplays. Informal non-training interactions take place here, as well as some extended role plays. Yet these events may take place at any area of the Tower, and sometimes outside of it, since the images to the left merely serves as inspiration towards the sceneries of your stories. Channelers are always welcome, and might even find his or her bondmate through the threads that are displayed below.
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Andy
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First Steps [Attn: Craig/Farah]

Post by Andy » March 28th, 2019, 7:12 pm


Life was good, very good indeed for Alrim Gaidin. He had a purpose, an unshakeable Bond with a woman he loved and respected, and he had served the Tower in ways he would never have predicted some years past. It hadn't always been so lovely, that he knew well. It had been a struggle and he had lost much along the way. Not least his sanity or soundness of body at times.

Thank the Light for Aes Sedai Healing he noted to himself fervently as he waited upon his charge.

So he had an inkling as to what this Farah was going through - he had been told she had used to be a Novice but had not managed to make that work out. A difficult and sad business indeed. Perhaps he may not understand her woes exactly, but he might understand more than most given his own origins. When someone had already lost something, maybe everything, the usual stern instructor risked breaking them. Not that they were weak, whoever this lass was, but more that even the strongest thread could hold only so much. He had agreed to try to teach and he had yet to fail at such a task. He didn't plan on starting on this day and he had a mind to try something different than the usual, rather boring, forms.

He looked out across the Yard from his reclined position, ankles crossed upon a barrel before him, and smiled a soft smile, bells jingling in the gentle breeze. It had been some time since he had relaxed there and he had missed it. The rhythmic clack of wood on wood, the zing of scraping metal. The sweat, the sand, the yelps from the careless. It would always be home to the Gaidin of the Grey Tower. He still preferred Rose's arms but the Yards were a solid second place.

"Funny, I used to hate this place so much. All the beatings and the failures. Light I hated it," he mused to himself as he scratched his chin absently, "guess that's what the Tower does to you. Gets in you blood or gets you out"

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Re: First Steps [Attn: Craig/Farah]

Post by Craig » May 4th, 2019, 10:08 pm

Farah
Farah was. Farah existed. That was the extent of it.

What made it painfully worse was knowing that existence would span centuries, not decades. It was the biggest blessing and curse of being a former Novice, a woman who could just use the One Power and no more.

When an instruction came, and the instruction was within her limited capacity, she did. Today it was to attend swordsmanship classes with Alrim Gaidin. Attendance was within her capacity at least. She knew how to hold a sword, and some of the basic blocks, but she couldn't stand her ground in a fight. In some ways she was glad she'd remained in the Grey Tower. In other ways, she was deeply resentful.

It was within her capacity to cross the yards. Apparently it was also possible for her to find Alrim Gaidin, although not in a stance she would have expected. Boots propped up atop a barrel, his demeanour was suited to a vagabond than a Gaidin. Yet there was no denying the danger that surrounded him as it surrounded all of the Gaidin. Even if his face didn't don scars and his hair wasn't greying, you just knew they were ready and aware. One day, she thought in a tone lacking conviction.

She pulled her mop of hair away from her face just before reaching him and stopped before him with a deep nod of deference. She knew, by rote, how to prostrate herself before Aes Sedai, and Gaidin were just the same sadly. "Drin Farah, reporting for duty," she stated flatly.
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