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Yani lay on her bed, propped up on her right side. The dark green linen felt stiff and still smelled new, as did the whole room, in an old, dusty way from not having been used for some time. Her eyes lingered on the piece of fabric lying neatly folded on top of the armoire, its colors indistinctive and shifting. Her mouth was fixed in a childish grin.
She couldn't quite grasp the fact that she had, finally, been raised. That she had been deemed worthy of the fancloth. Her body still ached from the ordeal, especially her butt and left leg, but as long as she didn't sit or lie on it she could ignore it, for now. For now, she would watch the color-changing cloth in peace, not in pain. She could try at least.
The Yellows couldn't Heal the wound properly, not after Toria Sedai had Healed it to the state it was now, but she didn't mind. The Aes Sedai had Healed it good enough that she hadn't bled out or suffered any permanent danger. The rest would heal naturally, and she would very well survive the ache and stiffness during the time that took. And she would bear the scar with dignity. As much dignity as one could bear a scar on the buttock…
Yani looked out the window, finding it strange to look at the Tower instead of out over the Yards, and sighed. She couldn't lie on her bed all evening, even if she could do whatever she wanted today. The bells would soon ring Low, though she didn't feel like having dinner in the mess hall that evening. She had just been raised, she should celebrate. Dinner and a beer at the Band of Brothers sounded like a good idea.
Rising from the bed, wincing ever so slightly from the pain in the wound, she dressed in clean clothes; a dark green shirt and a pair of dark brown breeches, and pulled on tall leather boots. She stopped and contemplated whether or not she should put on the fancloth. A dinner and beer might not be the proper place to wear it. Then again, she had been given it only yesterday, and she was going out to celebrate just that. With that in mind, she flung it over her shoulders and clasped it around her neck, the same childish grin re-appearing on her face.
She tried to wipe the grin off her face as she walked out of her new room, but a smile was still on her lips when she walked through the halls. The sound of her footsteps, alone, as she passed the doors of the trainees, did cause her smile to vanish, and her footsteps to have a less spring in it. She wished she had someone to celebrate with, a certain someone, especially, but also more than one.
She wished she had her old friends around. Their names went through her mind as she walked out of the Tower grounds; Thoia, Amelia, Kain… And Jip, and Lysira and Caden, her old teachers and mentors. Some were gone, Light knew where, and others - Kain, Caden - dead. It stung her heart to think of them, all of them, but she would not let that dampen her mood. She knew they wouldn't have wanted that. Instead she would celebrate for them as well as for herself.
The Band of Brothers was as she remembered it, even if she hadn't been there often. She greeted the barkeeper and the maids with a gracious nod, and found an empty table a little away from the other patrons. The maid took her order for dinner - roasted beef, lamb stew and cheese pie, and a honeycake - and came back with a large beer.
"Cheers to us," Yani said softly, raising her glass ever so slightly, smiling and thinking of Thoia. How she wished her best friend had been here to celebrate with her. The fiery Domani was there in her heart though. Yani took a deep sip of her beer, enjoying the taste, and smiled to herself. She'd done it. She was Gaidar.



