Zaide made his way quickly through the grounds, he was late for lunch, and if he did not get there soon he would not have time to eat at all. Blood and ashes, why did they have to keep him so busy he could not eat, then reprimand him when he did not get to. He pushed the door to the mess hall open, and quickly walked up to get his food, he frowned, the stuff was the same as always. Zaide could not see why the Asha'man got such good food, and the soldiers got this tasteless mush. He looked over the mess hall, and frowned again, there were no open tables, curse him for being late. He noticed that in the corner of the room there was a table only half taken, if he could not be on his own, half a table would have to do. He made his way back through the mess hall, and was stopped by one of the Dedicated, to answer for being late. Goatkissing Dedicated, think they're bloody Asha'man, why do they care why I'm late? Since when is it any of their business? he thought bitterly as he walked away. He got to the back table, thankfully still only half occupied, and sat at the end without glancing at who shared the other end. He looked at his food and sighed, he did not want this food, he did not want to be here at all, but he was forced, not only to be here, but to eat this mush.

He ate slowly, now that he was here he cared less about being late to whatever chore he had to get to next. Even this almost-food was better than the work they put him to. He ran quickly over what he had yet to do for the day, and continued to eat slowly. There was nothing he needed to hurry to, if there was Eithne would have contacted him already. Zaide's mind was not on his food, he had learned quickly that thinking about the food made it taste much worse, the only way to endure it was to think about something else. Even so, it was difficult to choke down a whole plate or bowl of whatever they dished out each day. If Zaide had had any plans of staying in the Tower, the good food the Asha'man had would have been incentive enough to work harder, not that it was possible to work much harder than they were forced to. All of Zaide's extra time was already taken up anyway, the Dark half of the Tower kept him quite busy. Zaide wondered what he would do if not for the Oaths he had taken, would he hate the Tower so much? He knew the answer to that, of course he would, the Oaths did not change his opinions. This just made him more cautious, good training as he saw it, and more distrustful of the Tower, how could they not know about Darkfriends in their own midst? These Asha'man were not as good as they claimed, Zaide's own mentor was a Red, and the man was none the wiser about Zaide's loyalties.

Sofia wore a sulky expression today, her full, plush lips and deep eyes giving it the best of affects. She was, as she had always been, in a fiesty mood. But since coming to the tower, she hungered for something more...fulfilling then stableboys and soldiers. She wanted another channeler, even if she could only kiss him. Just the fact that it was a channeler, was enough to send chills down her back. Something about that power at someone's fingertips...the control over something so fierce...How she loved the thought of it. but none of that right now...she had to concentrate to make the most out of the bloody dress she wore. It confined her body, the full curves of her breasts, and hips hidden in the shapeless dress.

Swaying her hips tantalizingly, she entered the Mess Hall, her presence instantly catching eyes. She always had that power, not just because of her body, she noted, but just her sheer presence. She held that same power over people, if on a much less grand scale, as the asha'man that had bedded her on the way here. She shuddered, remembering those nights with him. But now as a novice, she could only settle with soldiers...Soldiers, like the young man sitting in the far corner....Her face changed from sulky, to something far more alluring...No word could she use to describe what she did, but she knew it worked. Soldiers, Dedicated, even Asha'man looked to see her, moving with graceful, alluring and purposeful strides towards the brown haired soldier. When she got closer, she had an exaggerated intake of breath, her hungry grin widening as the men looking at her chest reacted in their varied ways. Her breath wasnt entirely acting though. the boys eyes were...magnificent...Now she had to have him, if anything to look into those eyes, as he grovelled for more...moving in front of the boy, she leaned across the table, her considerable showing a fair amount of what lay underneath the white dress. Her voice low and husky, she spoke. She decided, she wanted to play with this one. taunt...poke...prod...tease...

"My dear soldier, could you give me the priveledge of sitting with you this lunch? I have seen you around the tower" she lied, not caring if he knew otherwise. If he did, he had probably forgotten at the moment. "and I find you truly, truly fascinating," She said this, and lazily reached a hand out, rubbing it down along his cheek, down his chin, neck and onto his chest."and I wish to get to know you a little...more...so...may I have the priveledge of sitting beside you? If not, im sure I could find another place to go" She said, adopting the sulky expression again. Sweet, honey coated words, bound to get her somewhere...