It had been late evening when Ci'tanni had reached the Grey Tower, and past bedtime, apparently, when the Mistress of Novices was done with her. Dressed in novice white, she followed an Accepted to her new room, where the short, darkhaired Cairhienin left her with a few words on curfew times and a grunt. Ci'tanni watched the woman walk, no stomp, down the hallway, before entering the room.
The room was different from the room she'd shared with Sloane at the Black Tower, but there were certain similarities too. It was hardly any bigger, and it contained two beds, desks, armoires and mirrors. It was fancier than the more practical rooms in the barracks. And it was white. The walls, the linen, everything was white. Much less practical indeed.
Another similarity to her old room was the obvious signs of a roommate, and current lack of said roommate. Ci'tanni walked over to the empty bed and put down her meager belongings; the travelbag with travel rations, a spare dress, some necessities and writing equipment. She also carried some of that in her belt, which she had transferred from her old clothes to the new, white novice dress. She also had a spare novice dress and stockings which she lay down next to her travelbag. It felt strange to wear a dress again, after months of wearing the black shirt and trousers that made up the Soldier uniforms at the Black Tower. And the color, so bright white, so impractical white. Not that black was that much more practical. Dirt showed quite well on black fabric as well.
Though it was late, she started unpacking the few things she had. The spare dresses, both white and her own old, and the stockings and undergarments went into the armoire by the bed. Writing equipment, both from the bag and from her belt, went onto and into the desk, and the bag itself she stuffed under the bed. All of this she did the Black Tower way: channeling.
In the Black Tower, they believed in learning by doing, and doing it a lot. So if something could be done channeling, you did it channeling. Thus, when Ci'tanni had put the stuff down on the bed, she opened herself up to saidar and wove strands of Air around the dress, floating it over to the armoire, and with another strand of Air she pulled one of the drawers open. With her hands she pulled the spare clothes out of her bag, and with Air she moved those into another drawer. Air came easy to her, and made it easier to multitask, although channeling required most of her attention.
Ci'tanni was settling down a stack of paper on the desk and releasing the weave when she heard sounds outside the door, and shortly after the door opened and another novice came in. She let go of saidar, reluctantly, and turned around to meet her roommate. She took in the look of the other girl, with her fair skin and jet black hair, the novice was about her own height, maybe slightly taller, and about her own age too, by the looks of it.
Ci'tanni smiled, her face and body showing a friendly and warm demeanor. Her hands moved in a greeting, though she doubted the younger girl would notice, or understand.
Ci'tanni quickly unhooked the chalkboard - one of her latest additions, quite usable for short notices - from her belt, and with barely a glance down, she wrote quick with deft fingers.
Hi. I'm Kitty.
Nice to meet you
She flipped the board over, and held it out to the younger girl, still smiling warmly.
