Homeward Bound

[Rune]

Accepted Elsae

The room was totally dark as normal people should keep their rooms in the middle of the night.  The sound of steady breathing filled in the darkness though.  Nythadri was definitely asleep, and Elsae smiled to herself a little.  Nythadri was almost as bad as she was about staying awake all night.  Although the older Accepted tended to be using her time in much more practical ways like studying or writing.  I wonder what the Greens have her doing.  Is the asha'man a plot of theirs?  It was a surprising ajah choice, but Elsae didn't claim to understand what made anyone else ticked.  She only knew herself, and that was by a long shot.  She'd not selected an ajah aspirancy either, and she was starting to get noticed for the lack of decisiveness.

I guess I should wake her up now.  She called her name on the air, but before she could twist an orb of light into existance, Nythadri sprung up angrily as though she were a slumbering spirit roused from her peaceful grave.  Elsae's smile grew as a sinister bucket of weaves nearly upended on her head followed by a pillow soaring past her face.  It skidded across the floor toward the cold hearth.

Elsae retrieved the pillow before it got dirt on it.  Nythadri was sitting up all dissheveled by sleep, and Els lay it gently beside her.  Her smile was almost invisible now, but determination continued to brighten her wide eyes.  "I'm going to stay with you until you tell me to go, okay?  And if you wish it, I won't tell anyone about this either."  Always up for a little heightened intrigue, Els nodded to herself and glanced at the door.  For that promise however she expected nothing in return beyond simple friendship and the ongoing balance of favors.  "There's someone wanting to talk to you.  An asha'man."  She crossed her arms and curiously studied Nythadri.  Accepted were allowed to have men visitors, so there wasn't any inherent rule broken by bringing him here.  They weren't allowed to be out and about at this hour really, but nothing linked the two separate rules in Elsae's conclusion.  She believed if the Tower meant for the laws to be entwined, the Sisters should have written it out as such.  If Elsae could do anything, it was pick apart the backbone of Tower Law and use the pieces for any number of purposes or disregard them altogether.  

"I came across him by the ambassador's hall.  If I were you, i'd steer clear of the first floor washroom for a day or two."  It was Elsae-speak for non-committal admittance to setting up a prank that most surely had nothing to do with the blackened socks in her bag that she was kind enough to warn someone about ahead of time.  "He seems rather... intent... Well, I didn't send him away."  She waited expectantly, eyelids heavy, but tight with focus - features Elsae didn't often display in front of other people.  Nythadri could in proper custom ask Elsae to ask him to call tomorrow during decent hours, but Elsae-speak piped up again.  She wasn't doing this so much out of the goodness of her heart as she was bound on a voyage of curiosity.  (Which is really just a nice word for suspicion.)