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Ball of a time
Wed May 24, 2006 21:13 (XFF:

Icy wind blew, sending shivers down the back of the wizened old man. Sergeant Felix moved a little, loosening his stiff limbs and trying to get some warmth into his tired old bones. Despite the onset of spring, there was still the occasional night of devilish cold. He shivered slightly as he leaned his bow against the wall beside him. Felix was a long way from the ground, standing at the highest point in Tar Valon. Literally.

Positioned atop the very height of the White Tower itself, Felix was on sentry duty. Presumably, he ought to be the very first to spot any hostile forces headed for Tar Valon. What he might see in the dead of the night, Felix did not know. He was a career soldier and had been up here hundreds of times in his forty odd years of service to the city guard and never once had he glimpsed anything beyond the inner gates. Barring an army marching under full torchlight, Felix personally doubted he would spot any force before they were banging on the gates of Tar Valon itself. But he was a soldier. It was not his place to question. He would do his job. He shivered again as another gust blew by. In the distance, a muffled bell rang. Two hours till dawn and a hot cup of tea. Felix stifled a yawn.

In the distance, a muffled bell rang. Two hours till dawn. Celeste stifled a yawn, blinking her eyes as she sought to banish sleep from the pale blue orbs. Silence reigned in the Accepted quarters, most of the girls still slumbering gently. For a moment, the warm bed beckoned.

Discipline kicked in. Shaking her head to clear the last of the cobwebs, the Accepted pulled herself out of bed. The wan, silvery beams of the full moon lanced through her window, supplying more than enough illumination. A splash of icy cold water from the washbasin brought with it full awareness. The shift was removed, deposited to its peg on the wall.

Emerging into the open fields outside the Accepted quarters, Celeste giggled slightly as an unbidden memory surfaced. The Arafellin girl knew that she looked like a shadow, clothed completely in midnight blue as she was. These were the clothes she preferred, rather than the stupid banded dress.

The wind blew again, tugging at the ends of her clothing and ruffling her hair. There was nothing left to billow. She had shorn her long tresses three days ago, leaving her with a short cut that would pass for a maleís. Composing herself, the Accepted stood still for a moment before moving slowly. It was a daily routine, for her to go through stretches and callisthenics in the pre-dawn hours. The movements flowed easily as muscles used to dancing limbered and stretched through the aerobic motions. There were a hundred and twenty seven positions. Each had to be run through with precision.

Another bell tolled as Celeste entered the final stance, the one called the Courtier. Just on time. Taking of at a slow run, the Accepted jogged toward the other end of the Tower grounds. She would arrive just in time for her first lesson of the day. Sword.

Pulling up at the designated field, Celeste joined the mass of AethaníTar clustered together. At their head, stood a blue eyed man, his crystal gaze running across the gathered trainees. Of middling build, well formed muscles were visible through his garments, particularly on his arms. Deep brown hair framed his face, bound at the back into a short ponytail.

Moments later, the SeiíTar began his lesson. An explanation ensued about some silly ball game that involved dodging a flying leather ball. A first demonstration was far more effective than anything he might have said to those of the AethaníTar who were still half-asleep. Celeste chuckled to herself. Despite its irregularity, it seemed that this lesson might get interesting. Of course, she had no intention of getting hit by that wad of hard boiled leather.

She ducked as it skimmed past, slamming straight into the chest of a boy behind her. Thank the light she had not announced that she was an Accepted else she would surely have been the primary target. As it was, the ball was flying her way often enough. Taking a glancing hit off the shoulder, Celeste winced slightly. The impact stung. She picked up the ball and launched it at random, a satisfying yelp confirming the hit. The game continued.

OOC: Have got clearence from both Donna and Jeremy to post

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    • Ball of a time — Accepted Celeste Illharess, Wed May 24 21:13
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          • Lesson ClosedRick, Tue Jun 20 04:13
            Nice job guys. Thanks to all who took part. Credit is awarded to: Sarin, Aethan'Tar Riani, Aethan'Tar Valla, Aethan'Tar Sirestes, Aethan'Tar. I will be e-mailing Jeremy with credit later today. So... more
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          • An Expected LossRiani Aethan'Tar, Wed Jun 14 13:55
            Sparring, Riani thought, gritting her teeth, oh, thatís just great. Excellent. Her mouth should have been dripping with the sarcasm of her unspoken words, but Riani had had sixteen years of practise... more
          • Wood as SteelSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Sun Jun 11 18:08
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        • Give It All, or Give It UpValla Karajan, Aethan'Tar, Sat Jun 10 11:46
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      • Try, Try AgainValla Karajan, Aethan'Tar, Sat May 27 03:46
        Pressing the back of her clammy fingers to her red cheek Valla took no more than a moment to collect herself. The game had truly woken her up, she now pulsed with energy. In fact, rather too much... more
      • Super-conducting loopSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Fri May 26 17:52
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      • New and OldSoldier Falora Tilde, Thu May 25 01:51
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      • Rinse and repeatAccepted Celeste Illharess, Wed May 24 23:30
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