The morning sky broke the cold darkness, revealing the pearls of dew left behind on everything green and growing. Even as she woke, rolling over in her large bed, she could feel the bundle that was Michael in the back of her head. If she had to guess, she'd put him at the stables taking care of their animals. Selene, her black mare, was turning out to be a good war horse; she stood sound even as Taylin launched weave after weave in the countryside from her saddle. It didn't hurt the mare had Michel's war horse to look toward as to know what to do.
The blonde woman got out of her bed with reluctance, her silk slip of white clinging to her form as if wet. She'd make her way toward her stand mirror, sighing as she took in her sleep worn hair. She brushed her hair until the sun was fully up, and washed herself up in the basin on the mirror stand. She went to the closet, and chose a deep neck-lined silk black with white slashed dress; with a split near to the mid thigh. She donned the outfit, with the help of a maidservant to do up the back. She was singing softly as she used weaves of air and fire to curl her hair, pinning it half-up with emerald tipped bobby pins. The woman was nothing if not meticulous about her grooming habits.
Brushing her teeth, she pointed out a pair of heeled slippers the maidservant held up. The elderly Tower servant was always good at her work, and quiet. Taylin had come to appreciate her presence, even when it wasn't needed. Pulling up skin colored stockings, she'd finish in front of the mirror by completing her charcoal eyeliner and light pink powder to her cheeks and lips.
Putting on her matching white gold encrusted emerald earrings and necklace, she seemed nearly ready to go. The large emerald fell down between her exposed cleavage, but big enough was it not to fall pray to the crevice between. Her maidservant helped lace up the heeled boots, and smiled as she handed Tayling her finely worked silver belt, with an ornate sword on the side. It had a matching twin dagger Taylin had safely tucked away on her person. Michael had been aware of her wakefulness for a time, and up until she readied to leave her room had she failed to pay full attention to the bond. He must be sparring, that was one of the only times the knot in the back of her mind seemed utterly quiet.
Taylin was still new by Tower standards, despite her agelessness starting to take root on her face, and the bonding of her first warder. Still, age bothered her only when people used it as reason to cast her ideas aside without consideration. She'd seen the Mistress of Novices at least once since being raised for quite publicly losing her temper. Public meaning in the presence of Aes Sedai and Asha'man not of the Green Ajah. The other woman had deserved it, and Taylin, though could remember the pain of the switching; did not regret the look of horror on the other woman's face when so blatantly called out on her actions in public.
So instead of going to the actual kitchens to eat, Taylin swayed through the Green halls, smiling warmly at men, and warm; but in a different way...mostly, at the women. She was home here, and like any family; they were learning to accept her, temper, quirks, and all. The main meeting area in the Hall was massive and so beautifully carved and cast that it seemed from a fairy-tale. Other people sat at desks, or in front of one of the few fireplaces. There were nooks and book cases, maps and banners hanging on the walls. Casts of famous Greens in warrior poses lined the walls periodically. There was a sheer majesty to the place, that Taylin wondered if it could be replicated in the other Ajah halls.
She found the table, a buffet style brought up by servants from the kitchens. Fixing a plate, she'd go to the bowl of fresh fruit juice, and ladle a cup full. She took her breakfast toward a seating area around a large desk where no one seemed to be working. She sat down alone, folding her napkin double over her lap, lest something fall on the silk. She took a moment, realizing she'd forgotten a fork. Embracing saidar she'd weave a thin flow or air to the table, pick up a fork, and bring it to her hand, releasing the source. She let a small smile play on her lips, lightening her predatory like bone structure as she began to eat.
The blonde woman got out of her bed with reluctance, her silk slip of white clinging to her form as if wet. She'd make her way toward her stand mirror, sighing as she took in her sleep worn hair. She brushed her hair until the sun was fully up, and washed herself up in the basin on the mirror stand. She went to the closet, and chose a deep neck-lined silk black with white slashed dress; with a split near to the mid thigh. She donned the outfit, with the help of a maidservant to do up the back. She was singing softly as she used weaves of air and fire to curl her hair, pinning it half-up with emerald tipped bobby pins. The woman was nothing if not meticulous about her grooming habits.
Brushing her teeth, she pointed out a pair of heeled slippers the maidservant held up. The elderly Tower servant was always good at her work, and quiet. Taylin had come to appreciate her presence, even when it wasn't needed. Pulling up skin colored stockings, she'd finish in front of the mirror by completing her charcoal eyeliner and light pink powder to her cheeks and lips.
Putting on her matching white gold encrusted emerald earrings and necklace, she seemed nearly ready to go. The large emerald fell down between her exposed cleavage, but big enough was it not to fall pray to the crevice between. Her maidservant helped lace up the heeled boots, and smiled as she handed Tayling her finely worked silver belt, with an ornate sword on the side. It had a matching twin dagger Taylin had safely tucked away on her person. Michael had been aware of her wakefulness for a time, and up until she readied to leave her room had she failed to pay full attention to the bond. He must be sparring, that was one of the only times the knot in the back of her mind seemed utterly quiet.
Taylin was still new by Tower standards, despite her agelessness starting to take root on her face, and the bonding of her first warder. Still, age bothered her only when people used it as reason to cast her ideas aside without consideration. She'd seen the Mistress of Novices at least once since being raised for quite publicly losing her temper. Public meaning in the presence of Aes Sedai and Asha'man not of the Green Ajah. The other woman had deserved it, and Taylin, though could remember the pain of the switching; did not regret the look of horror on the other woman's face when so blatantly called out on her actions in public.
So instead of going to the actual kitchens to eat, Taylin swayed through the Green halls, smiling warmly at men, and warm; but in a different way...mostly, at the women. She was home here, and like any family; they were learning to accept her, temper, quirks, and all. The main meeting area in the Hall was massive and so beautifully carved and cast that it seemed from a fairy-tale. Other people sat at desks, or in front of one of the few fireplaces. There were nooks and book cases, maps and banners hanging on the walls. Casts of famous Greens in warrior poses lined the walls periodically. There was a sheer majesty to the place, that Taylin wondered if it could be replicated in the other Ajah halls.
She found the table, a buffet style brought up by servants from the kitchens. Fixing a plate, she'd go to the bowl of fresh fruit juice, and ladle a cup full. She took her breakfast toward a seating area around a large desk where no one seemed to be working. She sat down alone, folding her napkin double over her lap, lest something fall on the silk. She took a moment, realizing she'd forgotten a fork. Embracing saidar she'd weave a thin flow or air to the table, pick up a fork, and bring it to her hand, releasing the source. She let a small smile play on her lips, lightening her predatory like bone structure as she began to eat.
