The view of Tar Valon as it appeared from the distance had caused a certain feeling of awe, which was multiplied many times over as she came closer to the walls, and then many more times as she traveled the streets of the city. Tar Valon most definitely could not be a city of witches and evil, as it was too grand, and too well taken care of. Even the parts which seemed as if they housed the lesser to do types seemed to hold a certain splendor. None of this, however, came near holding a candle to the amazing sight of the White Tower. The streets began to disappear, at least in her eyes, as did all of the buildings and people as the walls of the White Tower rose high above the rest of Tar Valon.

After getting out of a mess which was caused by her lack of attention to what was ahead, she had found herself within the walls of the Tower. She had been offered a room to stay in, and was told that she would be taken to the Mistress of Novices the next morning, at which point her life as it had been known in the past would be gone. She would become a novice, and she would work hard, or else find herself removed from the Tower and sent to make it on her own. That statement had already struck a certain fear within her, as she had nowhere else to go, should she fail here.

Her new white dress rustled slightly about her as she passed through the halls on the heels of an Accepted, a girl who said very little, other than to point out things of interest and remind her to mind her manners. Moment after moment passed by in silence, and then there came a door -THE door. Emily paused a moment, looking at that door with a curious, but slightly fearful look, as she knew this Mistress of Novices would be waiting behind the door. The White Tower seemed to have a strict sense of rules and structure, which meant that this woman could very possibly be a strict and hard woman. Of course, the only thing that would lead to would be Emily following every last instruction to the 't' and working even harder. She gathered up her resolve, then gave a knock upon the door, a glance around confirming that the Accepted had already taken the chance to disappear, leaving her alone to face this woman on the other side of the door.

So be it, the time had come for her to grow up and face the path that fate had set before her.

Her desk was a mess after having been left yesterday afternoon in a rush as she had been called out by the Captain General. She had not returned until late yesterday evening when she found out she had had a few novices newly written in to the novice book (despite her not being there to do it) and that the task had been dealt with by one of her Ajah sisters. Now she didn't mind having someone do these tasks other then herself once and a while, but the woman was not exactly orderly and she had forgotten half of what she was supposed to do. As such she was meeting with the girls today to see to that things were properly done and that it didn't have an overly large impact on them, the way it had on herself. She had just finished up a few talks and had cleaned most of her desk when an other knock came at the door. After a shortly voiced "Come." Cayana looked up to see who it was. It was an other novice, and as she did not recognize the girl Cayana suspected that it was one of the girls she hadn't seen yet. "Good morning, child. Please tell me, what is your name?"

There would be plenty of more questions but for now Cayana leaned back in her chair and smoothened her skirts, as unnoticeably as it could be, on her dark red dress. Her hair was in a braid today, hanging down her back to her waist and tied with a ribbon of the same fabric as the dress she wore.

((OOC: I'm sorry it's such a short response. I don't know exactly what you wanted from this RP but I'll do what I can :) ))