Tough Situations

Kerin sat in the dark of her room, clad only in her thin shift, her dark hair falling in waves around her face as her head was bowed over her work. Only a single flickering candle lit the room, and it was across the room, casting dancing light across a crumpled bed and piles of clothes tossed carelessly on the ground. The blinds were drawn tightly across the window, blocking out what little light that wanted to come in. She straightened for a moment, sighed, and then held up what appeared to be a perfectly normal ring.

TO any normal person that had walked in right then, they would have seen a woman, scantily clad in her chair, bending over a desk totally empty, with a ring in her hand. No quill or parchment . . . just a ring, and her. However, had another sister walked into the room, they would have seen Kerin bright with the glow of saidar, brighter than should be possible. But in her hair was a small clip of two butterflies that she was drawing the Power through, magnifying her ability, pouring complex weaves that others could never hope to untangle, into this ring. For a few hours she sat as still as stone, then . . . when she moved, the glow around her dwindled and finally vanished, and she held up the final product. A ter'angreal, made for the sole purpose of . . . well . . . Kerin wasn't precisely sure what she had made it for yet. Something to do with the situation at hand, she was sure.

Sighing, she took the clip from her hair and laid it on her desk with the ring and rose. Her graceful form was outlined for a moment against the candle before she bent to manually uncover the lamp, and more light flooded into the room. She walked over to her washbasin, and after washing her hair and face well, she stripped out of the shift and pulled a fresh one over her head, then a pale blue dress. She spent a few moments in front of the mirror, applying dark paints around her eyes. She had taken to them after the debacle in Tear and all that afterwards . . . Kamariana had wandered off into the sunset practically with Arigan in tow after the last battle. Her mind had cracked, somehow, lost most of it's sanity, and with it, somehow, had went the bond that had connected the two women.

With the bond had went most, if not all, of her motivation. Gone was the bubbly, happy, strange Kerin that the others had come to know. In her place was a mean, strong, woman that was quiet and powerful. She was one of the more powerful saidar-wise left in the Tower these days, and being in the Hall . . . well . . . needless to say that a lot more were beginning to ignore the fact that she was young, and see that she had wisdom far beyond her years. She had been where most of them had not, seen things and done things that most had not. Uncovered new Talents and brought something that most had thought lost to them. She was Kerin Lizaile, Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah. Not "that Kerin girl."

And without an Amyrlin, there was much talk among the Ajahs of putting up their own runners for the Amyrlinship. There was much talk that Alexia would never have the courage that she needed to step up and fill Kairina's shoes. Kerin called it . . . intelligence. Why anyone would WANT to bring that stole, with all the weight that it carried right now, onto their own shoulders, was something far beyond Kerin. Though, there had apparently been talk among her sisters that they were beginning to believe that she would make a wise candidate for the Amyrlinship herself. She wanted such rumors squashed as soon as possible . . . hopefully, someone she could trust would soon declare her intent, and Kerin could throw the support of the Blues behind her.

She pulled her hair back into a ponyail, letting her bangs hang loose around her sharp green eyes that were accutely accented by the dark paints that surrounded them, slipped her ring on her finger, and pulled on a soft pair of indoor slippers. She needed to see Alexia, she had decided, and see if she could talk the woman into doing something decisive with the Hall. This Tower, and all in it, were all that she had left, and the Tower was sorely prepared for the challenges of the sort that were currently facing them, what with the war in Andor, threatening civil war in Cairhein, with seventeen different declared intentions for the Sun Throne currently, the Black Tower growing faster than the White Tower had ever dreamed of, and the Warders in somewhat of a chaotic state without either a Master of Arms or a Grounds Commander. The Hall needed to do something about all of this, and put the Tower back on track. Kerin was NOT about to let everything go to waste.

She moved silently, but quickly down the halls, her feet making as little noise as a gaidin's would have in soft grass. She had learned a little from watching them practice, at least. They had learned that no matter how much they tried, that she still drew their eyes, and they still got nice welts from staring at her instead of their opponents. She reached Alexia's rooms and drew a deep breath before knocking twice, and hearing the call to enter, pushed the door open to see Alexia looking rather irratated at the intrusion. Unphased, she stared back with her disconcertingly clear green eyes. "Alexia Sedai." Kerin greeted with a minibow of the head. "I was wondering if you had some spare time that I might intrude upon."

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