11-26-2021, 04:05 AM
From the witness of servants and Sisters alike, Lythia confidently led her assumed guest deeper into the Tower. Eventually they came upon the domain of the Green Ajah, and given the admonishment of her companion, assumed the venture was his first time. Such was not the first time she escorted a handsome man home, but she monitored those who noticed as keenly as those who pretended to dismiss the trivial event. She wanted to sigh. The level of paranoia induced by her transition was tiring at times. She’d heard that Jai’s madness took suspicion into a pathological realm. She wouldn’t forget when the time came to press those buttons, perhaps drawing upon personal experience to drive the pressure to the nerve.
She pressed her fingers into the curve of his arm, tugging so slightly in the direction of her apartment and enjoyed the stroke of his bicep as she did so. The doors of the Green Ajah were inlaid with the designs of many swords. Colors and lacquer decorated the many shapes and symbols, all displaying the ranks and assignments of the Sister dwelling within. Their meanings known only to the Greens. The flex of his arm did not go unnoticed, and when he glanced, she tried to soothe his anxiety with a calm smile. “Nythadri Sedai is precisely who I want to discuss,” she said.
Lythia’s apartment was grand as was fitting her strength in the power and hierarchy within the Sisterhood. The furnishings were lavish, more now than ever, but it was the weaponry on display that cowed even the most irreverent of Black Tower visitor. Her warder’s sword, a weapon of a blademaster forged by the one power, was most prominently displayed. Flanking it were Aiel weapons and the property of her deceased half-brother. The Aiel blood sang within them both, sharing only a father, and along with their aptitude for battle, Lythia shared the hair color of their kin.
The door sealed them into privacy as she waited to see what he would do next. Dark be damned, but he was a pretty one. No wonder Nythadri was under the spell.
She pressed her fingers into the curve of his arm, tugging so slightly in the direction of her apartment and enjoyed the stroke of his bicep as she did so. The doors of the Green Ajah were inlaid with the designs of many swords. Colors and lacquer decorated the many shapes and symbols, all displaying the ranks and assignments of the Sister dwelling within. Their meanings known only to the Greens. The flex of his arm did not go unnoticed, and when he glanced, she tried to soothe his anxiety with a calm smile. “Nythadri Sedai is precisely who I want to discuss,” she said.
Lythia’s apartment was grand as was fitting her strength in the power and hierarchy within the Sisterhood. The furnishings were lavish, more now than ever, but it was the weaponry on display that cowed even the most irreverent of Black Tower visitor. Her warder’s sword, a weapon of a blademaster forged by the one power, was most prominently displayed. Flanking it were Aiel weapons and the property of her deceased half-brother. The Aiel blood sang within them both, sharing only a father, and along with their aptitude for battle, Lythia shared the hair color of their kin.
The door sealed them into privacy as she waited to see what he would do next. Dark be damned, but he was a pretty one. No wonder Nythadri was under the spell.