08-23-2021, 11:58 PM
Lythia Sedai
Anything related to an Asha’man within the Tower immediately alerted Lythia’s eyes and ears. She knew more about the happenings of their black-clad brothers than anyone else of the shawl. So when she was alerted of the presence of an Asha’man seeking admittance in the night, to visit one of her ajah’s newest sisters no less, she took immediate notice.
Asha’man Kojima was a piece on a chessboard for more players than most Asha’man. His proximity to peoples of power put him in the position, but through the actions of his very own making, he ascended the ranks of manipulators into prime attention.
She watched the Asha’man from the edge of the great hall for a few moments before making her presence known. He looked like a different person compared to the one she saw last time, when she witnessed his publicly executed punishment by the M’Hael. It was the kind of thing that made Lythia cringe (inwardly, anyway), but one she did not attempt to halt. Yet it felt like watching a baby brother be tortured. She was glad to see him restored to full health, and thanks to a well-laid net to ensnare Nythadri’s allegiance, and hopefully Jai’s as well, he was here in all his tall, handsome glory. He was a pretty thing, she thought ruefully, though a few shades shy in comparison to her own warder – former warder that was. She’d severed Blakeahle’s bond so he couldn’t track her after their parting from Corartheren. She needed a new warder, but finding a suitable option was proving difficult. Confirming a definite ‘compatibility’ of goals was harder than she thought it would be. Then, indoctrinating herself into a potential network to explain how such things were done also proved difficult. Coming into this allegiance unnaturally, she had few direct contacts. The shadow network was hard to just tap into.
She waited until the best moment and suddenly stepped forward: “I can,” was all she said. The Accepted who’d endured the frustrated Asha’man smoothly curtsied, but Lythia could tell the girl was surprised. An Aes Sedai of Lythia’s power and stature would only be on Hall duty out of some sort of punishment. Just to be sure no such rumor began, she smiled and stretched out an arm to greet him. “Thank you for coming, Asha’man. I’ve been waiting for you. If you’re ready, I’ll show you up?” she hoped he would latch onto the suggestion that he’d been invited and at least they could together feed into the rumor mill simultaneously. Lythia was gorgeous today, as usual. Her chiseled cheeks and plump lips were colored with life as brilliant as the flaming red of her hair. She wore it loose today, as she typically did when about the Tower, saving the intricate braids for work in the field.
Otherwise, she wore an emerald green silk dress. It was cut with a swirling effect over the bodice and sleeves and embroidered with fine golden thread to catch the light. The overskirts were of fine golden vein silk intended to give it a floating effect when she walked. To add depth, the dress has a gentle ombre of darker green tones added to the hems of both the skirts and sleeves. It was rather uncharacteristic of Lythia to wear a court-style gown about the Tower where in recent years she wore sturdy boots, wool skirts and simple, movable pieces. Yet she’d also commissioned several more luxurious gowns.
Anything related to an Asha’man within the Tower immediately alerted Lythia’s eyes and ears. She knew more about the happenings of their black-clad brothers than anyone else of the shawl. So when she was alerted of the presence of an Asha’man seeking admittance in the night, to visit one of her ajah’s newest sisters no less, she took immediate notice.
Asha’man Kojima was a piece on a chessboard for more players than most Asha’man. His proximity to peoples of power put him in the position, but through the actions of his very own making, he ascended the ranks of manipulators into prime attention.
She watched the Asha’man from the edge of the great hall for a few moments before making her presence known. He looked like a different person compared to the one she saw last time, when she witnessed his publicly executed punishment by the M’Hael. It was the kind of thing that made Lythia cringe (inwardly, anyway), but one she did not attempt to halt. Yet it felt like watching a baby brother be tortured. She was glad to see him restored to full health, and thanks to a well-laid net to ensnare Nythadri’s allegiance, and hopefully Jai’s as well, he was here in all his tall, handsome glory. He was a pretty thing, she thought ruefully, though a few shades shy in comparison to her own warder – former warder that was. She’d severed Blakeahle’s bond so he couldn’t track her after their parting from Corartheren. She needed a new warder, but finding a suitable option was proving difficult. Confirming a definite ‘compatibility’ of goals was harder than she thought it would be. Then, indoctrinating herself into a potential network to explain how such things were done also proved difficult. Coming into this allegiance unnaturally, she had few direct contacts. The shadow network was hard to just tap into.
She waited until the best moment and suddenly stepped forward: “I can,” was all she said. The Accepted who’d endured the frustrated Asha’man smoothly curtsied, but Lythia could tell the girl was surprised. An Aes Sedai of Lythia’s power and stature would only be on Hall duty out of some sort of punishment. Just to be sure no such rumor began, she smiled and stretched out an arm to greet him. “Thank you for coming, Asha’man. I’ve been waiting for you. If you’re ready, I’ll show you up?” she hoped he would latch onto the suggestion that he’d been invited and at least they could together feed into the rumor mill simultaneously. Lythia was gorgeous today, as usual. Her chiseled cheeks and plump lips were colored with life as brilliant as the flaming red of her hair. She wore it loose today, as she typically did when about the Tower, saving the intricate braids for work in the field.
Otherwise, she wore an emerald green silk dress. It was cut with a swirling effect over the bodice and sleeves and embroidered with fine golden thread to catch the light. The overskirts were of fine golden vein silk intended to give it a floating effect when she walked. To add depth, the dress has a gentle ombre of darker green tones added to the hems of both the skirts and sleeves. It was rather uncharacteristic of Lythia to wear a court-style gown about the Tower where in recent years she wore sturdy boots, wool skirts and simple, movable pieces. Yet she’d also commissioned several more luxurious gowns.