Intense oxidized eyes stared at the darkly beautiful blumes, a shade of violet unique unto them. The Roses of Ire were a rare marvel, a remnant from an earlier age that now existed only in the wondrous gardens of the Towers. Despite their allure, their thorns contained a terminal toxin in large doses, which was why a sign read do not touch. Besides that sign even had Ildeus wanted to risk plucking the potent blossoms, they had been effectively sealed off from passersby. Ildeus guessed a ward by one of the Aes Sedai, and a ward did make sense. Not all were lucky enough to be gifted with Ildeus' own deft touch, foolish novices and others who would likely fall to the deadly poison hidden by the flowers' dark polish. Ildeus stared at them and a poem came to mind, one he had once heard recited in a tavern years back in Ghealdan. A most beautiful poetess with wild red lochs more brilliant than Ildeus' own red/gold hair had recited it. Ildeus was half tinker and half Andorran by blood, but he looked more and more like the latter with age. He was not aware of who his father was, only that the man had spent one night at the Tinker camp before moving on, that and the man was an Andorran. Ildeus didn't think much about his past; it was far too painful, filled with years of resentment and frustration. His childhood brought a cold darkness that chilled him to his core, colder and more real than the air of cold calm Ildeus tended to use when dealing with others. The half-breed recruit continued to gaze deeply at the Roses of Ire and the lines of the poem and the smile of the poetess danced in his head. He had spent more time, that night years ago in Ghealdan, paying attention to the poetess than he had the poem, and thus could not remember the poem clearly. There was the odd word on the tip of his tongue, but nothing more, the poem danced contemptuously beyond remembrance in the haze of Ildeus' amalgamated memories of such things. At last a short line came to him, one that he said softly to himself several times over; his eyes never left those Roses of Ire.

"Dreamer's Rose, Twilight's Kiss, Midnight's Heart...
Dreamer's Rose, Twilight's Kiss, Midnight's Heart...
Dreamer's Rose, Twilight's Kiss, Midnight's Heart..."

His eyes never left the roses, that was until someone bumped into him, he had been so caught in remembrance and those Roses that he had not heard the footsteps or felt the oncoming presence of another. "What?!" Was all that Ildeus managed to say, a degree of anger in his voice. Ildeus forced all the anger from himself, if he hadn't bit down to stop himself from continuing to speak a string of oaths was sure to have followed. Ildeus turned around and paled slightly at the person who stood before him; You! he thought alarmingly to himself.

OOC: I saw your post and thought I would join in if your all right with that.


It had been a long day, or at least she thought it was. It was the perfect day to go out and do whatever... read! Miakoda always had some kind of book with her. Reading and takin notes on everything that she could. She even found herself in the Tower Gardens at one point talking to some of the Yellow Aes Sedai about herbs. She had taken down everything she could that day. She also learned quit a bit. But today was just for her. For the Browns Aes Sedai in the libary knew her well. And knew that she would care for the books if they were taken out of the libary. Though still they would play twenty questions with her and ask her were she was going, why this book and so forth. And everytime she left the libary a small grin would appear on her face and she would hold in a laugh until she was outside so no one would hear her.

Todays books was just a bunch of poems. If anyone knew them she was unsure or really cared. She always kept a little notebook by her side just in case she was inspired to by anything. And you never knew when that happen. Nose in book reading:
Winter Lullaby:
Do not fret, my maiden Child
They fey will come again.
They have only deproted for willow halls
But they will return my friend.
Do not cry, my maidin child
your pumpkin carriage awaits
to take you to your elven prince
behind sunflower gates
Sleep now, my maidin child
Spring will come again
Every rose will be in bllom,
but none so fair as you..

that she didn't even know that she was about to bumb into someone, until she heared "what!" Taking her nose out of the book she looked around to see someone bent down by the flowers. She went bright red and closed her book. Holding out her hand to help him up she tried to stumble words out.
"Im... really sorry. I didn't see you there." she tried not show that she was embarced by what just happen. but that was not working out to well.
She just waited to see if anything would happen. And if nothing that was all find by her.

Ildeus was glad for holding his own poignant tongue, as much as he had, after his eyes took in the one before him. More specifically the make of the one's dress, white and banded in a rainbow of colours. His eyes flashed yellow before he strangled the surge of anger he felt; the sickly yellow eyes were a genetic quirk of his. They appeared only when he felt bouts of intense emotion; Ildeus did his best to facsimile a disarming smile, (though he thoroughly doubted his own probability of success at the attempt.) "I'm... really sorry. I didn't see you there." There was a slight quirk to his own left eyebrow as he heard this. Ildeus although believing he smugly knew he deserved an apology and more, (for someone as great as him was always entitled to such,) he also believed he knew that people were too selfish and miserable to admit their own faults and beg Ildeus for forgiveness over their own failings. The Accepted's response, (though not any sort of begging,) was an apology; thus it made him suspicious. However, suspicion did not change that she was a bright-burn Accepted, and thusly Ildeus must feign the appropriate answer; even if he believed he knew, (as every common sense person he believed knew,) all of the White Tower was out to get him, and out to stop him from achieving the grandeur he believed owed him. Regardless of that self-certain, undeniable truth; it was with pained labour that Ildeus drew all the emotion from his voice, giving the Accepted a half bow, he said in a monotonously polite tone, "No need to apologize Accepted, accidents happen." Ildeus smiled maliciously inside his own head, his tone did not reflect the anger that he felt. Ildeus wanted no chance of giving the Accepted fodder for raising dire dilemmas against him. No doubt she would try anyway, Ildeus thought to himself certainly. However, his voice must needs remain without inflection, lest he tip his hand that he knew, (or so he believed,) that she was up to something. Accepted are all too close to the burning Aes'Sedai, with their infernal grace and self important airs, so there is no way this one would just bump into me unplanned. Thoroughly curious as to her angle; still keeping his tone emotionless and pleasant, only a slight hint of paranoia and rage in his eyes; Ildeus costumed his face to nonchalance. The mask poor short of an Aes'Sedai's skills, but having reasonable efficacy for a superior Recruit as Ildeus perceived himself to be. "Now, since I know there is nothing to forgive Milady, how can I help you recombobulate your orientation? Moreover, I bare you salutations, I am Recruit Ildeus Sharshain, at your punctilious disposal."

Surprised by the way that he had turned around so quickly had made Miakoda jump in her spot.Like any Aes Sedai would really just jump at the sight of someone. Get it together Mia! You’ll never be raised at this rate. Than again do you think you will ever get raised? How long have you been here? It felt like years since she had first come to the tower. She had almost forgotten why she was here. It was at ease knowing that you were getting shelter, and food everyday. Meeting new people. It was something that she liked. But to travel the world was something more greater. To know the knowledge that is out there, that is waiting for her! I’ll get raised when I am good and ready! She yelled to herself in thought. Mia closed her book, but placed her finger in the pages that she was reading. She really didn’t think this would take to long and she would be on her way reading some more. She looked down at the young man who was just sitting on the ground, peeling petals from a rose. She wanted to know why, but with that look on his face she was unsure if asking questions would be such a great idea. He looked as if he was trying not get upset with her. Why? She didn’t know or really cared. She had done nothing wrong.

It had felt like there was a long silence between them until he spoke. "No need to apologize Accepted, accidents happen."

She knew that! Not like she was really apologizing to him, it was more out of she didn’t want to be rude. She could feel her temper raising, but she wasn’t going to let this man get to her. Before anything else was being said he greeted her.


"Now, since I know there is nothing to forgive Milady, how can I help you recombobulate your orientation? Moreover, I bare you salutations, I am Recruit Ildeus Sharshain, at your punctilious disposal."

Mia looked at him, that was all she could really do. One moment the man is sitting on the ground with a rose peeling a way the petals, the next he has issues with someone bumping into him. His fault for that…. Well not all she was reading and walking. Ok she will take some blame in that. But to sit there with a strange look on your face like you are trying to hold back from ripping her part. Spooky was the only thing that came to mind. Than he is greeting her. What was up with this? What was he up to? She knew that there was no way for him to just come out with it, and he didn’t look like the type that was here for friends or wanted any for that matter. The only thing Mia could really think about was she might as well be ‘nice’.

“Blessed Be Ildeus. And I would be Maikoda, or just Mia. Help me? Oh I am in no need for help just taking a short walk before class starts again to nice of a day to be indoors all the time.” She opened her book again and put a small crease in the corner of the page that she was reading. And closed her book again. There was nothing really to say now. If all went well they would be on their ways, most likely never really to see each other again.

OOC: so sorry that it took me what a year to get back! I should be able to be here more offten now

Accepted were skilled indeed, in studying themselves in the ways of self control, far above that of a novice, and yet that still did not mean that they had yet attained the heights of perfections any Aes Sedai could create by just wishing it so. Or so it was said, with such little effort it was believed that they became the ice queens that shut out all that did not fit within their narrow perceptions of the world. They would have things their way, for there was no other way to be had. Yet for an Accepted, even this Accepted, the restrained violence that Ildeus represented and portrayed, less honed than the waiting storm of a Warder's grace, apparently seemed enough to irk the young woman, if only just a hint. The way she had just looked at him solidly, made the youth uncomfortable, and intensified his suspicions. It made him think of a few other accepted he had seen interacting with younglings, and how different the contrast. The bloody deviants and blasted rogues playing their little games of attraction and ensnaring. A feeling out of the meshing of personalities, and who would take whom for the purposes of Bonding. The very notion of such emotional slavery nearly brought an insidious sneer to Ildeus' schooled and paled visage, he thankfully had more control than that. His lip twitched, much as if a fly had landed on it, but that was all. Explained away by the mild wind and the possibilities of touches of nature's debris, alighting upon that wind, and colliding with Ildeus' pristine face. Pristine only by the negating factor of the Infirmary taking away more than a few of his loving crafted scars. Not that Ildeus had done so to himself, at least not for a while. But each severe etching he inflicted upon others was a story in itself to a particular martial episode. Yes, the difference with the present, with himself and this Accepted, against the fool faced idiots was clear enough. Bonding, was a disgusting notion, profaning the sanctity of the mind with a hapless other; pure drivel. Not for the first time, Ildeus resolved that he'd slit his own throat, or failing that, fall on his own knife, should such a fate ever befall him. If he could avoid it, simply grand; if not, death was the best escape. It would also let him attain some measure of revenge by emotionally crippling whichever witch was blasted enough to attempt the folly of it. "Blessed Be Ildeus. And I would be Miakoda, or just Mia. Help me? Oh I am in no need for help just taking a short walk before class starts again; too nice of a day to be indoors all the time." As to the present, cutting through the paranoia was an inner light of cynical amusement shining in his still oxydized eyes. Blessed be, indeed, little one. The thought rung wryly like the harsh chime of hollow bells. Licking his lips absently, the cold hearted recruit rolled a few more falsely felt, placating words off of his insidious tongue. "Such a pleasure to make thine acquaintanceship milady Accepted Miakoda, a rare pleasure true. Quite commendable that you choose to venture out into the domesticated wilds of this walled city, where many would find more comfort in the tamed indoors. What pending class or literature be it, that occupies you so, if I might so inquire thereafter?" His words a cold slick discourse, to match the cold rust-hued eyes. There was still that off putting aura of hostility about him, even now, and even if it was smothered in polite formalities.

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