09-06-2016, 01:53 PM
Nythadri was not eager to find herself tangled in or witness to the games of an Asha'man and Aes Sedai, and was well versed enough in feigning ignorance to show no interest at all in their banter. The ice of her stare never left Fate's beautiful face, waiting for a dismissal that never came. Words eerily similar to Kekura's left the Brown's lips instead... but then, it was not unusual for Aes Sedai to single out her lack of aspiration and focus their disappointment upon it like keening claws against a sharpening block. It was as if they thought she did not realise she had no official affiliation among the Ajahs and must be reminded like a child, or perhaps there was some joint cognition among the Sisters that dousing her in shame would somehow rob of her of her wilfulness. Certainly, the accusation would have shamed many other Accepted. It was, after all, a rather dramatic failure for one who had worn the ring more than a year. But still Nythadri persisted in the pointless charade of refusal.
"Of course, Aes Sedai."
Words of rote that left her mouth without thought. It did not escape her, that hanging threat of hypocrisy; that she should be held accountable for tardiness, when the Aes Sedai herself had been late in the first place. But neither did it offend her. Sisters often set such tasks, and Nythadri had long since resigned herself to the intricacies of Tower hierarchy - and life here in general. Fairness did not enter into it. And in any case, the journey was short. The threat was not empty, exactly, just a reminder of where the power lay. Though to send her off with a man? Light, what might she get up to? Some of the empty docility in her gaze gave way to the spark of flame; though it was self-deprecating in nature, rather than predatory; acceptance of her heavily embellished reputation? Or something closer to amusement.
Attending the hall or escorting an Asha'man to the Travelling Grounds; it made no difference to Nythadri. Though there were worse things than a few extra moments in a man's company - even if that man was already inflamed by the charms of the Domani Sitter. Conversation that did not centre the Tower would be pleasant, at least. If he could form coherent words beyond anticipation of this... ride. Light she wished she could laugh; the hilarity tickled her, this odd predicament caught between the dance of her two superiors.
It wasn't until the Brown had left that Nythadri looked at Jai. A fine, dark brow rose to accompany the sudden smirk. "Fate Dark?"
She sounded amused, and looked it to. Not that it was her business to pry, but Nythadri was hardly the model of serenity when she did not need to be. And he had already side-stepped enough convention to make her comfortable shirking the expectations that came with the ring and dress. She waved vaguely in the direction they would take, and after a few backwards steps during which that smirk did not cease its dark amusement, she pivoted and led the way with the assumption he would follow. Because if they were late, and she was punished for it, he would pay.
"Of course, Aes Sedai."
Words of rote that left her mouth without thought. It did not escape her, that hanging threat of hypocrisy; that she should be held accountable for tardiness, when the Aes Sedai herself had been late in the first place. But neither did it offend her. Sisters often set such tasks, and Nythadri had long since resigned herself to the intricacies of Tower hierarchy - and life here in general. Fairness did not enter into it. And in any case, the journey was short. The threat was not empty, exactly, just a reminder of where the power lay. Though to send her off with a man? Light, what might she get up to? Some of the empty docility in her gaze gave way to the spark of flame; though it was self-deprecating in nature, rather than predatory; acceptance of her heavily embellished reputation? Or something closer to amusement.
Attending the hall or escorting an Asha'man to the Travelling Grounds; it made no difference to Nythadri. Though there were worse things than a few extra moments in a man's company - even if that man was already inflamed by the charms of the Domani Sitter. Conversation that did not centre the Tower would be pleasant, at least. If he could form coherent words beyond anticipation of this... ride. Light she wished she could laugh; the hilarity tickled her, this odd predicament caught between the dance of her two superiors.
It wasn't until the Brown had left that Nythadri looked at Jai. A fine, dark brow rose to accompany the sudden smirk. "Fate Dark?"
She sounded amused, and looked it to. Not that it was her business to pry, but Nythadri was hardly the model of serenity when she did not need to be. And he had already side-stepped enough convention to make her comfortable shirking the expectations that came with the ring and dress. She waved vaguely in the direction they would take, and after a few backwards steps during which that smirk did not cease its dark amusement, she pivoted and led the way with the assumption he would follow. Because if they were late, and she was punished for it, he would pay.