08/23/2000


Rooftop, White Tower, Tar Valon

Those that venture up to the top of the tower, find that it is breathtaking
no matter whether the sun is overhead or it's the moon that lights the
land. Whether it's your first time to step foot upon the roof or the first
time after a hundred years, a feeling of awe rushes through most that take
in the sight of surrounding beauty. Nothing but Sky above, earth below, and
the always present wind that seems to want to whip around people as if in a
dancing to some unknown tune beckoning the folk to join along.

During the day, the sun beats down upon the land as one looks out over the
edge to the rolling countryside. There are many farms and roads and
mountains and streams. A toy world from such a great height. Something that
might strike those who ponder things is that boundaries do not exist here
in this tranquilty above the height that the birds fly.

During the night time, the world is pitch black save for the moon and
stars. There is feel of standing in the center of blackness with nothing
beneath beneath you or around you like you are suspended in air with the
only the stars to keep you from falling. The twinkling lights seem to call
those who are inclined to hear, "Sit.. Listen to our stories of old.
Stories from other time and another age...."


Espi stands looking out over the edge of the Tower, sighing softly.
Soon..very soon now. Hopefully everone got to be free to head up here. Soon
they will all hopefully be inside the Hall. She crosses her arms over her
chest and sighs, glancing down to the small cage that waits for a certain
person to come. She can't help but glance over toward the doorway in the
hopes that she will arrive.

Vashta comes up at the top of the Tower, seeing Espi she moves over to her
side quickly.. "Espi?"

Sunan races back up the stairs, seeming agitated. He hissses at Espiria
urgently, "I couldn't get to her! And they're getting ready to begin the
Trial! How arev we going to get in? We're not permitted..."

Espiria smiles, nodding once. "Vash. I'm glad you could make it. Sorry
about the change in plans but I had to change the meeting place. This is
much safer." She scowls at Sunan a moment, "Do you want to bring the whole
Tower up here? Kepp you voice down or all is lost. Is that understood?" She
sighs softly, "Now calm down...We do have this planned for so there is /no/
reason to get upset."

Vashta sighs and nods, before she wrings her hands back and
forth.."I'm...really scared."

Sunan takes a deep breath, "What is the plan, Espiria?"

Varcel steps out on to the rooftop, pulling his coat snuggly closed. He
looks around, and spots the small gathering. "H'lo, Espra," he greets,
serious as always around others, but hardly seeming to be worked up over
the nights events.

A little bit behind Varcel, another person pops up onto the rooftop. He
carries over his shoulder a bundle of some kind which seems to contain
something. Or more accurately, a good amount of somethings. Neelkan offers
a friendly grin to Espiria and Sunan, and a polite nod to Novice. He pays
no mind to Varcel. Nope. He wasn't with him, just happened to be right
behind him. Now what has he got there anyway?

Espiria sighs softly, nodding. "I know, Vash. We all are. But we have to
stay calm for Wyntere Sedai's sake, right? We can't loose our heads in this
or she is lost to us forever. Do you understand?" She glances over to
Sunan, "The other will be coming up here soon, so bear with us while we get
the group together. Varcel is the eldest so listen to him. he will tell you
what you need to do. If Varcel isn't there, listen to Neel nextly and he
will tell you what is needed, Understood? The plan is this...The rooms that
we have on this list will need to be searched. Since it seems Vorsha was
detained, I will have to do it myself. Redd can help me if he makes it.
I've narrowed it down to to less than what we thought before. Taking into
account those who are not here..and those who left just before the murder."
She glances over to Varcel and Neel, "Good. Now, Vash... here are the mice
that you are to use. You best get down there. We will have to get going
soon. Remember send them only if you see anyone leave the room." She smiles
at the girl, turning now to Neel. "What have you got there, Neel."

Vashta nods. "I understand, Espi.." She nods and smiles, before grabbing
the mice.. "Come on little ones, were going to use you to save Wyntere
Sedai."

Sunan lips move into a tiny forwn as he hears he has to obey Varcel, but
it's an involuntary reaction. He'd clean the latrines with his bare hands
to save Wyntere, and considering the overpowering terror sickness gives
him, that's something. "We're searching rooms? But I thought we would try
to get to the Meeting..." Then he sisghs, "What am I to do?"

Varcel looks from Sunan to Neelkan and back. He'd rather not have to be the
bad guy, but they don't like him already. And SUnan's frown seals it. "I
trust we won't have any problems, Fledglings?" He knows he's gonna pay for
that later.

Throwing a wink at Espi, Neelkan kneels (no pub intended) down and tosses
the bundle on the floor in front of him. He unfolds the cloth until what's
inside can be scene. Lots, and lots of thick cloth. And cloth that seems to
shift slightly in color every few seconds. He picks one out of the group, a
thick, large cloak, looks over the size and tosses it towards Varcel. He
pulls out a slightly smaller one and tosses it to Sunan. Another one is
pulled and this one gets thrown to Espi and another is pulled over his
shoulders. Two more sit in the bundle. "When Redd 'n Vorsh get 'ere, I got
some f'r 'em both t'." But weren't only five Warder cloaks stolen? He stole
the sixth from Wyntere's room. Her gaidin's. He shrugs at Varcel as if to
say 'no problem from him'.

Espiria glances over to Sunan a moment, "We have to get evidence first,
Sunan which is why we will be searching the rooms. We don't have much time
either. The trial has to have started by now and we have to hurry." She
glances at Varcel trying not to smile, but she blinks in shock when Neel
pulls out the cloaks, "I'm not even going to ask, Neel. We don't have time
to wonder where you got these from, but I can imagine.." She shakes her
head, quickly pulling the cloak around her and nearly vanishing. Only her
head seems to still be there. "It was a good idea though. Once we get
downstairs, I will lift the wards from the door to give us entrance into a
room. " She pulls out the keys, "I will unlock the door and head inside.
"For now..It will be me and Suna searching the room. I will leave the
watching to both you and Varcel, Neel. Keep a good eye out in case any mice
come running your way and /no/ stomping them." Her eye stop on Neel. "We
will keep searching this way and trade off to give one of you a rest from
watching. Remember../don't/ touch /anything/ till I say it's alright. If
it's got a trap on it..or worse fire set to it, it may destroy the
evidence..or the person touching it. Is that perfectly understood?"

Sunan ties the cloak around him, face exhibiting a bit ofpride at ebning
able to do it quickly and gracefully, if not operfectly. Then he turns to
Varcel and states quiet bluntly, "I do not like you. I would like to be
your friend, but you are not interested, you only become mean. So I don't
get along with you. However, this is Wyntere Sedai's life. And Johiah
Gaidin's. I would work with anyone to save them, or do anything. Your query
is unnecessary; and I believe that you know it." Then he turns to Espiria,
"Understood. Let us hurry."

Varcel rolls his eyes once Sunan's turned away. Yes, the Mistress of
Novices's live is at stake, they could get in trouble for stealing warder
cloaks, they're messing with the Black Ajah, so _naturally_ this is a time
for moralizing and lecturing. He fastens his cloak, taking a moment to try
and get used to how it flickers in his peripheral vision. "I'll help you
try and return this," he says quietly to Neelkan.

Neelkan has quite a few reactions. He just grins and winks at Espi as she
says she won't ask. Which is good. Because he had no intention of telling.
He has every intention of giving them back. And if they save their lives
then likely no one will complain very long about how unethical it was to
steal them, will they? Then he blinks at Sunan as he's oh so blunt. Neelkan
isn't even that blunt! He doesn't say anything though, and then stares at
Varcel in shock. Is he offering to /HELP!?/ Ok. Um... He's just going to
nod and try not to fall over as he straightens up and holds the cloak
around him tightly. "Let's go 'en. We got a friend t' save."

Espiria glances over to Sunan with a nod. Her face is probably more
emotionless right now than it's ever been, but then, she knows how serious
a matter this is. She needs every ounce of her concentration to make it all
work. Every ounce of strength she has to gets the 'slipping weaves' in so
the rooms can be checked. She glances over to Varcel and then to Neel. Good
they are working things out. That's important. She smiles to all and nods,
"Yes. What we do tonight will determine if she survives. Let's go." She
turns quickly heading for the doorway and down the stairs.


Sixth Floor, White Tower, Tar Valon

Young women in plain white dresses move in and out of tiny white doors with
names written on them. The hall here is plain wood, scrubbed to a shine.
Candles, not balls of the Power, light the way. A few notes -- reminders to
the girls -- can be seen posted here. There is also a schedule of assigned
chores on a chalkboard in the middle of the hall giving the roster for each
day. Girls periodically walk up and check it, only to walk away grumbling.

The air smells clean, like soap and water, mostly. It is somewhat stuffy
and cramped up here, however, and hot, in this highest area of the Tower.


Varcel motions for Neel to take the point while he checks the hallway on
the way down.

Sunan follows silently, stalking. He feels the blood beating wildly in his
heart. He's amazed that no one else feels the vibrations it sends
throughbhis legs and into the ground. He touches the amulet under his
clothing, so as not to glint and attarct attention.

Neelkan moves down in the front, his fan consealed in his hand behind the
cloak. He doesn't say anything and moves as silently as humanly possible.
He was definately a bandit in a former life. As in the life before the
Tower. He carries the remaining two cloaks under the cloak in the fold of
his arm. The one not holding the fan of course. He looks perfectly calm,
and actually a little excited. Like they were going to a festival and not
trying to save someone's life.

Kyleigh is waiting outside her room, tapping her foot impatiently.
Essspiiiiiria... where are you? The Accepted -told- her to meet her right
here. What's the hold up? Oh wait, maybe she's a little late.... Blink...
blink... blink... the scowl vanishes as Kyleigh sees the Gaidin moving down
the hall away from her. This is so wierd that it has to be them. She
glances around before moving as quietly as she can to catch up with them,
hoping someone will fill her in on the way.

Espiria glances down the hall smiling. Good, right on time. She nods to
Kyle and motions her to join the group, putting her finger to her lips in a
'shh' motion. She gets up closer to Neel though mutering to him for a
moment before she nods and turns to the rest of the group. Her voice
lowered, "Coast is clear so far. Our diestination will be the Aes Sedai
rooms. Stay behind Neel and Varcel and let them find out first if the coast
is clear. Kyle..your with Sunan and I when we search the rooms.
Remember..don't touch anything unless I clear it first. I won't have you
getting fried..understood?" Her eyes stay on the novice for a moment longer
before she motions to Neel and Varcel for the next floor. "Let's go.."


Fifth Floor, White Tower, Tar Valon

Women in the banded dress of the Accepted hurry down this hall, on their
way to chores or study as necessary. Each door is about the same, leading
into large, comfortable rooms, with the owner's name upon the door. Old
Saferan rugs cover the floors, worn but still good and still fairly pretty
with their flowered designs.

The hallway is lit by tiny balls made out of the One Power. Occasionally
you see an Accepted stop to renew a fading light. Companionable chatter can
occasionally be heard.


Sunan simply follows Espiria silently. He runs his finger obver the blade,
waiting...

Moving head with Varcel only a little behind him, Neelkan looks around
carefully, ready to pull the cloak up to cover him completely if he needs
to. Glancing back at the new Novice that has joined them, he pulls his arm
out from under the cloak and holds one of the remaining ones behind him and
back towards her. Better safe then dead. And he still looks calm and
excited. "No trouble so far." He mentions back to Espi and the others.

Hey now.. who said anything about her not being able to take care of
herself? Kyle scowls of course, but nods and falls into rank. She makes a
'you want me to wear -that-' face at the cloak, but puts it on. Why are
they parading around like Gaidin anyway? Now is not the time to be asking
those questions though. Still... just in case something bad is going to
happen shhe chews on her thumbnail a little, getting it to a nice, sharp
point. What, is she planning on scratching someone's eyes out? Well... not
that way anyway.

Espiria glances over to Neel and Varcel, nodding several times before she
glances over to the rest in the group. She smiles at Kyle and Sunan,
motioning them to follow her before she steps away from the wall and heads
for the next level down. Soon..very soon we shall see. She scowls, thinking
of the creature that did this, but actually manages not to loose her cool.
heading forward, she follows Neel and Varcel to the next level and very
likely their goal.


Fourth Floor, White Tower, Tar Valon

Carpets in the seven colors of the seven Ajahs spiral out down various
hallways, leading to the quarters of the Sisters who share that Ajah.Lights
made out of the Power bob cheerfully down the hall. The smell of crushed
herbs fills these halls from several pouporri burners whichcan be found
here, resting on tiny tables.

Cool-eyed women in dresses in every color from every part of the world
stroll down this hall. The sounds of doors opening and closing can be heard
quiteoften, as the Aes Sedai who live here go about their business.
Occasionally a Novice or Accepted can be seen delivering a message or
otherwise about errands or chores.


A group of cloaked figures moves down the ramp and stops in the hallway.
Two of them go off and check the hall in general before heading back to the
rest of the group. They all seem to be dressed in Gaidin cloaks, making it
hard to tell if they are even there, but every so often an Accepted dress
peeks out from one of them. They start moving down the hall after the one
seems to motion to the other and speak quietly, "Alright..let's be quick. I
will lift the ward on the first room. Kyle..you and Sunan will enter and I
will follow. Neel and Varcel will stay out here for the moment to make sure
noone shows up." She nods to everyone and moves in front of the first
doorway. Her hands motion and then she nods, "This is Mindra Sedai's
room..let's be quick now."

Sunan nods vigorously and enters the room with Kyliegh. He positions
himself just a bit ahead so if something happens...

Nodding, Neelkan lifts the hood of the cloak to cover his poofy streaked
hair that is his most apparent feature from a distance. With that problem
taken care of, he positions himself on the opposite side of the hall as
Varcel and watches carefully under the egde of the hood with his narrowed
peacock blue-green eyes. He almost hopes a Black sister shows up so he can
thump her over the head with his metal fan.

Kyleigh slips into the room after Sunan and looks around. Mindra Sedai, eh?
After making sure there's nothing going to pop out at her or try and fry
her as Espiria so nicely put it, Kyleigh turns back towards the Accepted
and whispers, "What exactly are we looking for?" Just like when they went
after the disk she kind of goes into 'intensely curious, searching' mode.
It's very Brown. She even forgets to scowl for the moment.

(They go in. Come out after a while)

Sunan gasps, "Blood an ashes. I need to see bloody Gere Gaidin to work on
my calisthenics." As if he isn't getting enough excercise with his
training. He rmeoves his amulet and cloak, handing the former to Espiria,
"I need to go so we are not caught. You must use my amulet to free
Wyntere."

Espiria widens her eyes, nodding. "Go then. We will take care of it and try
not to worry for her. Light will prevail, Sunan." She smiles, nodding to
him before slipping the amulet into a pocket.

Woh! Sunan swore! Neelkan stares at the boy from under his hood, then grins
and goes back to looking out. He was able to finish all his lessons and
chores early, so he has no worries of that getting him into trouble.

Kyleigh comes out of the room, scowling more than she was when she went in.
Yeah.. she does that a lot, but right now she actually has a reason. She
arches a bright orange eyebrow at Sunan's amulet, wondering what it has to
do with freeing Wyntere. Oooo, will it explode or something? That would be
something to see! Meanwhile, back in the hallway :) Kyleigh adjusts her
colorshifting cloak and glances at the row of rooms, wondering which one is
next. At least she's being quiet...

Espiria sighs softly, turning to the rest after watching Sunan take off
downstairs. "Alright...Varcel...you stay out here and keep watch.
Neel..come with us." She turns, trying to stay as quiet as possible as she
moves over toward the next door. Cyli's door to be exact. She motions with
her hands, frowning slightly as she manages to slip under the wards.
"Alright..come on now."


Cyli's Room, White Tower, Tar Valon

Bright, beautiful yellow curtains give this room an immediately cheery air.
They are gathered at either end, revealing huge windows that let every bit
of sunshine through, show off every bit of weather. Soft yellow carpeting
seems to want to swallow the feet. The cozy fireplace at the end of this
room seems only to want to add to this homey atmosphere.

A large bed can be found here, covered over by handmade patchwork quilts in
various designs and a wide variety of colors. Big overstuffed pillows are
piled about. Relics from childhood, from an old doll to a stuffed teddy
bear, rest on a small display shelf nearby. A bedside table holds whatever
book the occupant is currently reading. There are a few large cushioned
chairs, comfortably mis-matched, about to host visitors.


Espiria scowls and looks around the room again as she rubs her chin.
"Kyle...you check the bedding again. Neel you have the closet this time...I
will check her desk." A Yellow's room. Maybe..and it /was/ top of he rlist
of suspects.

This is a nice cozy hearth made of bricks. The bricks stick out at various
levels giving a rough look to the fireplace. Some of the bricks look loose
as if they can be pushed. Are the bricks made like that for a special
purpose or just for looks?

Kyleigh wonders if Espiria hates her or something. I mean.. of -all-
places, she gets to check, the bed. Nope, no one in the bed. No one under
the bed, except a big stinky monster. Hey, maybe there are skeletons in the
closet too! That's enough of sarcastic Kyleigh for one day. At least she
keeps these thoughts to herself.

Looking through the closet without touching anything isn't easy. But he
doesn't see anything that really stands out. Neelkan turns around and says,
"Nothin' but a woman with bad fashion sense." He's actually joking. Like he
has fashion sense? He didn't see any boxes, or any creases in the back wall
or floor that would suggest a hiding place.

Espiria finishes with the desk and nods to you both. She turns around,
glancing at the room before her eyes fall to the fireplace. Her head tips a
bit to one side as she steps forward, "Something..is..odd here." She gets
down on her knees and checks to see if anything is blocking what she thinks
is a moveable brick? She blinks, "I do believe we have something.."

Espiria pushes one of the bricks deeper into the fireplace. It makes a
small grinding sound and a small chest-like box drops from somewhere inside
the fireplace.

Espiria widens her eyes a bit, looking it over carefully for traps?

Moving over to the fireplace, Neelkan glances over it, then nods, "'at
looks like somethin' t' me, ye'h. Ya go first." She was all paranoid about
things frying them, so he's going to let her touch it and move it around
first. He doesn't want to get fried, but he doesn't want her fried either
so he adds, "Just be careful." When she does that, he nods and looks at the
box. Hrm. How interesting. "Yup. 'at's definately somethin' a'right."

Kyleigh jumps and whirls around, gasping. She starts to hurry forward and
then stops herself. "What is it," she hisses quietly... staring at the box.
Unconsciously she's digging that sharpened fingernail into the flesh of her
other arm, enabling her to touch the source, though she doesn't. Finally
she gets her feet a moving and carefully steps over to get a closer look.

Espiria reaches over to the box and opens it after she's checked for
anything. Nothing on the box thankfully, "I do believe we have found
something. Let's see what's inside." She reaches inside the box and looks.
Hmm...I do believe we have found our evidence! Look! The tiger issing from
the novice." She grins, reaching for the letter first. "Hmm."


A letter of simple paper, without any heading states: I don't know who you
work for, but you will stop the murders of novices. I will not allow any
member of the Dark to go about killing innocent children, no matter the
motives. I also want to know who ordered this insane action so that I can
find them and bring them to justice for the action. Perform these two
actions within one week, Cyli, or you'll be hunted down by my agents and
brought before me in all my fury

        -The Asha'Cor

Espiria widens her eyes and goes slightly greenish, "She did it! She really
did do it!" She hands the letter over to both of you, "Look..."

Neelkan leans over to peek over Espi's shoulder and read the letter. He
looks at it and nods sagely, a grin widening on his face, "Looks like Cyli
/Sedai/ is our woman. Let's get the rest of the evidence and get down 'ere
as quickly as possible. 'n ya all don't mind if I hit 'er d'ya?"

Kyleigh takes the letter from Espiria and reads it over, her eyes going
very wide. "Black mother of Ba'alzamon..." she whispers reading it over and
shivers a little. "She kept these things?! What a-" ooops, we're using our
inside voices right now Kyleigh, remember? She actually grins at Neel, but
it's not a very pleasant grin, more.. wolfish.. but without the fangs, that
is his department alas. "Not if I get to her first." She can't wait to see
their faces. She blinks as something in the box catches her eye again.
"Isn't that Wyntere's," she asks of a pendant there.

Espiria frowns deeply taking the letter in hand as well the box after she
nods, "More evidence. Wyntere Sedai had it stolen from her reciently. While
in the cell no less." She frowns deeply, "Let's get down there and tell
Mother about this." She rises to her feet, holding everything very tightly
as she does. "It's not leaving my hands till we put it into Mother's."


Hall of Servants, White Tower, Tar Valon

Seven polished tables are arranged in a stately semi-circle about a central
chair. The chair has the flame of Tar Valon carved within it, and rests
atop a platform, so that the person within the seat would hold her head
higher than any other in the room. There are spaces enough between any one
of the tables to allow for movement towards the dais, or for someone to
stand between. A cloth, colored for each of the Ajahs, rests upon the
appropriate table, in the same order they are found on Accepted dresses.
Three chairs are provided at every station.

 The ceiling is high and vaulted here, with the rafters soaring high above
the heads of all. The room itself is nearly the shape of a dome. Polished
wooden floors and walls create a shine, almost a glare. Lanterns hang from
the rafters, dangling from black iron chains. The air of the room is heavy
and solemn.


Espi comes bursting thru the doors, arms holding a box in them. She sees
what is about to take place and shouts as loud as she can, "Wait! The New
evidence must be seen!" She glances over to Mother, calm face set with a
grim determination. Yes, is there a flicker is happiness in her eyes.
Indeed there is. But she waits for Mother to say if she may step forward.

Wyntere stands in the center of 13 with her head down. At the sounds of
Espiria, the Gray turns around. What's this? is the look that crosses her
face.

Johiah lets out a long breath. Was he actually holding it? Maybe, just
maybe, there is hope yet. Not that he didn't have any before right? err,
lets not dwell on the past. He turns quickly to look at the entering
students, very interested for the first time in what is about to take
place.

Espiria glances toward each face carefully, showing nothing of course as
she ends up looking back to Mother. She tries not to look at Wynt. No that
would give far too much away just now. Mother has to see what she has. She
knows the other came with her, hopefully they can keep their calm as well.

Right behind the Accepted is a... Gaidin? No. No... It's that annoying
Trainee, Neelkan. Recognizeable by his red hair with the white streaks in
it. But he's wearing a Gaidin cloak? Guess that explains where they
vanished to, doesn't it? Lost in the Laundry... Yeah right. Yeah, he would
should have taken it off. Ahem. A couple Gaidin the the group probably
aren't looking too happy. But he doesn't care. What? It's a stupid rule.
And this one is Johiah's anyway! His eyes are narrowed in a glare and he
looks ready to beat someone silly. And his glare moves around the room as
if hoping to catch a certain someone. Grrr. Grrr.

Kyleigh bursts in after Espiria and Neelkan, her.. uh... colorshifting
cloak flapping in the breeze created by the opening door and being nice
dizzying. Calm? Uh.. Espi, are you asking for a miracle here? Seeing
Wyntere in the circle of thirteen, the word, "STOP!" just kind of tumbles
it's way out of her mouth. Ooops. Well... burn it! There's no taking it
back now.

"You shall be allowed to admit your evidence." Kaomi booms out, stopping in
her pacing. Good! She doesn't have to make up some stupid speech on the
fly. She looks immensely relieved...and unsurprised. Like she's been
expecting this all evening long...but they certainly cut it close!

Cyli seems a little taken back by the bursting of children into the Hall of
Servants.. "What is this?" She looks over at mother.. "Surely you don't
think these children found anything?" She looks back towards the others,
eyes focusing on Espiria.

Denn'ryiel certainly was not expecting this. But judging from the Amyrlin's
reaction and the looks on the students faces, a small amount of hope
blossoms on the Sedai's face. Can Wyntere be spared? No, 11th hour heroics
only happen in gleeman's tales. Best not to get too hopeful. She looks
startled again to see Neelkan, clad in a Warder cloak.

Blinking her dark eyes, Taigana looks over at the students and then over at
the Amyrlin. She's going to let /students/ and ones who obviously /steal/
submit evidence. She sniffs softly, then steadies herself, smoothing her
hands over her skirts. What evidence could they possibly have? Likely just
trying in a futile attempt to save their friend.

Keay gasps and a small yipe exits her throat. Light bless that girl! She is
a miracle worker! A wide smile brightens her face!

The grip on his staff light lessons quite visibly. Did Raeth just let out a
long breath? The granite gaidin? Cold gaze almost seems to soften once the
students arrive. It's about bloody time!

Looking to the students, Wyntere looks puzzled. The 13 were around her...
maybe she isn't getting stilled? Just maybe? This stuff better be good or
I'm doomed. Looking to Cyli, Wyntere snaps now. You don't talk about her
students! "These /students/ are far smarter than you think. And will make
great Aes Sedai and Gaidin when they finish their training." She's about to
say something about learning respect first though...but she stays silent.

Whohoo!! new evidence. Now lets try not to make a mess of this, it just
might save Wyntere's hide. Can't botch that up now can we. Definately not.
Johiah looks intently at the approaching students, interest apparent on his
face. Perhaps this is just getting GOOD.

Espiria sighs heavily, walking forward. "I have here a small box. Within
this box were several items which I hold up for you each in turn. The Tiger
that is inscribed with the deceased novice's name. Nextly, I have here
Wyntere Sedai's pendant. This was found also in this box. I have a letter
from the Asha'Cor to this person, warning her to stop killing children.
This along with the several other pieces that I hold out to you now, prove
that Wyntere Sedai did not commit that foul act." She hands the evidence
over to Mother, setting each small piece before her as she names them off.
She then lays a pendant down next to the evidence, "Mother...this is an
object that has been with Trainee Sunan since he arrived. It's a
ter'angreal capbable of making a person tell the truth." Her eyes fall on
Cyli Sedai now as she lets the evidence speak for itself.

Kaomi plucks up the letter, perhaps that one holding more interest for her
for a variety of reasons. "This is very interesting," she murmurs. "This
letter is addressed...to one Cyli Sedai." She looks over at Cyli, embracing
the source. "Sisters. Bind her and shield her." She takes the pendant over
to Cyli and holds it out like a sword. "And you, woman, will speak the
truth. Did you kill the novice and frame Wyntere Sedai?"

Looking to where Espi's eyes fall, Neelkan's own follow and glare at Cyli
Sedai worse then any Yellow he's glared at in the past. And having spent
months in the Infirmary, he glared at many a Yellow. His fists are clenched
and he barely holds himself back from doing something besides glare. He
moves one step forward. Then another. Grrr. Grrr. Can he hit her? Please,
can he hit her?

Denn'ryiel only gives herself a second to look stunned at the turn around,
before she is all business and focuses on Cyli. She's too weak either to
bind or shield the Sedai, but she steps up anyways, in case the woman
wishes to strike out before she can be contained. A cold grim look is on
her face.

Kyleigh watches smugly and folds her arms across her chest as Espiria hands
over the evidence, though her eyes do widen a little at the revelation
about Sunan's ter'angreal. She opens her mouth to start speaking, but it's
probably just as well that Kaomi's proclamation cuts her off. She too turns
to glare at Cyli, but despite her talk of wanting to get her hands on her
she makes no move to actually do so, and as Neelkan steps forward she
'accidently' puts a foot on the end of the cloak to hopefully stop him from
doing anything she would consider stupid.

Cyli reaches out for the Amulet.. "I did it.. I killed her.. long live the
Dark Lord.." She says, grabbing the amulet... In one suit.. rather quickly
she embraces, sending a weave of air at Espiria..a /strong/ weave, and then
turns the power into the amulet... causing it to explode in her hand.

This Gray would sheild Cyli, but well.. she's sheilded herself. Alright,
help the chaos. Glancing to Johiah.. "Hold off." A kind hand placed on his
chest to slow him down. The glancing to Neelkan and Kyleigh. "Neel,
Kyleigh, come here." No.. she won't let the two of you ruin this or
yourselves. Once the students are there, Wyntere places a gentle hand on
each shoulder.

Keay bounds towards the Dark Sister, grabbing the POwer and quickly
following Mother's orders. She look to Wyntere and then to Mother as to
what to do.

Taigana's eyes widen and she follows the orders of the Amyrlin. She
embraces the sourse and can't shield her on her own now that the woman is
channeling, so looks to the Amyrlin, silently asking to be taken into a
link.

"Still her." The Amyrlin says flatly. She takes Taigana into the link as
requested, the power blazing out of her. With the angreal and the
link...she is strong enough to do it herself. So despite her order...Spirit
weaves form a sharp knife and /slam/ down upon Cyli, cutting her from the
source completely. She's admitted it in front of everyone, there is no need
for a trial. "I declare Wyntere and Johiah fully aquitted of all charges
whatsoever." She has a grim smile upon her face. "I also this day declare
that Haven Dazar, mother of Wyntere Sedai, and Aes Sedai of the /Blue/
Ajah, to be postmortem, innocent of any and all charges leveled against her
100 years ago, for it is clear to me upon review of this evidence, as well
as Chronicle records /and/ the Journal of Haven Dazar that she too was
framed by this da'tsang known as Cyli!"

Espiria widens her eyes at the coming force of air, throwing up what she
has time to throw up before the air smacks into the shield she put up. She
gets knocked over, flying backwards a bit before she hits the ground with a
loud 'ooof' as the wind gets knocked out of her. She is slow in moving, but
she manages to work back to her feet with a hand to her forehead. She looks
over to Cyli and nods to Mother's command. Good. Good riddance.

Raeth squints against the sudden explosion. What the? He remains standing
at the Amyrlin's side, gaze shifting from student to sedai to gaidin, staff
at ready. Right, if that would do any good against a channeler. At Kaomi's
words, a small smile cracks the gaidin's mask, then a very deadly gaze is
sent to Cyli.

Cyli groans sharply as the source is ripped from her so violently..
"NOO!!!" She cries out, falling down to her knees, sobbing.. "What have I
done! Light!" She is trembling sharply.. "What have I done..."

Denn'ryiel sees the weave directed at Espiria, and since she's moving she
judges she's probably the best suited to react to it. She tries to reach
the younger girl to yank her out of the way of the Air, before it hits.
She's too late, of course, and ends up looking silly. She kneels down at
Espiria's side to help her up. As she extends her hand, she leans in to
whisper in the Novice's ears. With all the people embracing Saidar in the
room, it's possible many people over hear her saying, "Thank you..."

Relief spreads over Wyntere but it's been a long day. She sniffles a little
and then looks to Espiria. "There's no hay here. Please?" As if espi knows
what she's asking. Wyntere glances to Kaomi and gives her a nod. And then
in a respectful tone she asks, "Mother, may I be excused?" Kaomi gives her
a nod (emitted upon permission). Wyntere will figure out this dang not of a
shield and get it off soon. no worries, she has time to work at it.

Keay stands mouth agape then, after the initial shock wears off, gives a
very un-keeper-like "Whoo Hoo!" She flashes a smile to Wyntere and Espiria
then turns to Cyli with a deadly gaze, "This day will go down in history.
your anem will be cursed by future Sedai. You are the disgrace that gives
the Sedai a taint on their name. May you get what you deserve." She then
turns her back to the Yellow She offers hugs to both Wyntere and Espiria.

Kyleigh actually runs over to Wyntere and throws her arms around the
MoNster, tears streaming down her cheeks. She keeps her head lowered though
so hopefully no one will see that she's crying. That would be weak. Get a
grip on yourself Kyle! She sniffles and pulls back a little sheepishly,
grins up at Wyntere and glances over to make sure Cyli is in plenty of
pain.

Johiah , knife in hand that Wyntere kept him from throwing at Cyli, so much
for the jovial man he was a minuet ago, let's Wyntere take his hand and
starts to head for the door, the less he has to look upon that creature,
the better.

Neelkan sees Espi get thrown and his eyes widen and fury wells up inside
him. He doesn't resist anymore and pulls off the cloak and tosses it at
Johiah, saying, "I believe this one is yours." Amazingly? His accent isn't
very thick at the moment. He's so pissed he could speak good Old Tongue?
well... Ye'h. He's that pissed. He offers a small smile at Wyn as she heads
out as well. He has a... fan? in one hand, but he turns it so it's resting
flat against the inside of his wrist and he glares at Cyli for a minute and
then moves over to check on Espi, smiling over at Denn. "'ey. 're ya 'kay,
Esp?"

Raeth looks out amongst the group gathered before. Ever cold blue eyes seek
out Wyn among all the hugging. There she is. A small grin forming across
his face as he sees her safe and with her students 'her family'. From his
place next to the Amylrin, Raeth glances up and gives her a small nod
before the grinning face morphs back into the usual granite mask. He
grounds the staff next to him and almost seens to lean on it. That was
close. Too close.

Espiria smiles weakly at Denn, nodding to her before she glances over to
Neel, My..head hurts a bit, but I think I'll be fine. I..I think I hit it
again the marble over there." She sighs softly, glancing over to Wynt again
and nods. "I will take care of that for you Wyntere Sedai." She pulls Neel
and Denn along till she is standing in front of her. Her hand goes out to
Wynt, happiness shining in her face before she embraces and takes care of
those sniffles. No..no sniffles tonight. Or any other night. "There...all
better now. Get some rest. Okay?"

Pulling her arms around Kyleigh, Wyntere looks a little out of it. She's
tired and just wants to see somewhere other than prison. As Johiah tugs
her, Wyntere holds up just a moment. "Hang on.. we have to thank them."
Wyntere glances down at Kyleigh. "Looks like you have to put up with me
some more. Maybe I'll still get to be the Mistress, maybe not. That's up to
Mother. But if not, I'm still here to make sure you behave." Wyntere
grinning through all that and doesn't let go of the students too quickly.
There is one Wyntere is going to have to go find though. Wyntere looks up
to Espi and nods. "I got rest last night. You go to bed." Then glancing to
Denn and Neelkan, wyntere nods to them both. "Thank you, Neelkan." Though
to Denn, the Gray isn't sure what to say though she still loves the woman.

Denn'ryiel stands back as the embraces begin, and casts her eyes downwards
towards the floor. No, she has no right to participate in any of that. She
almost sent a good friend to her death, and her Gaidin as well. Making as
little noise as possible, Denn'ryiel extracts herself from the throng
gathering around Wyntere and begins to walk towards the door, head bowed.

Everything seems back in order, and everything is as it should be. Blue
gaze rises up and around the hall. He shakes his head thoughtfully. -Light
will prevail, even in the darkest hours- With a small glance at his staff
that almost seems to say 'let's go' Raeth walks out of the hall leaving the
gathering of accepted, novices and trainees. "They did good." He mutters to
himself. "Real good." And with that, he disappears through the Amyrlin's
door another door.

Vashta comes in.. "I just saw! You did it!" She screams at the top of her
lungs.. "We did it!"

Kyleigh actually blushes and grins back at the MoNster and sniffles the
rest of her snifflies away. Nope, no crying going on here. She wasn't
worried, not at all. She too steps back, able to breath a little easier.
Oh.. the cloak. Ooops. She carefully slides if off and tosses it behind her
onto a chair... as if no one was going to notice her taking it off now...

Espiria glances over from where she stands and nods. She seems to be moving
slowly though, her hand still on the good sized knot on the back of her
head. Ouch that must hurt, but she glances to everyone and then sees Vash,
"Yes. Vash..we really did it. /All/ of us did it." She smiles brightly,
wincing just a bit as she moves toward the doorway. "Denn...Denn'ryiel
Sedai? Don't go..." She places a gentle hand on her arm, "You did what you
believed was best..for what you found. Noone can fault you in this and you
shouldn't fault yourself either." She seems a bit sleepy as she stands
there, "You did..what anyone would do in finding such things."

Oh boy... life won't calm down for awhile. Wyntere sees Denn'ryiel leave
and there's a worry look in the Gray's eyes. Then glancing to the students,
Wyntere looks at them all. "Thank you all, but if you'll excuse me.. I do
have some catching up to do and a few people I need to see. Plus, I think
it's time we all cleared out the hall." Wyntere motions to the door, but
not without a smile to Vashta. "Good work, all." Wyntere follows Espiria
towards Denn and glances to the Accepted, "Mind if I handle this, Espiria?"
Since this was one stop on her list of many. "Denn, mind if I walk you
where you are going?"

Vashta runs over to Espi, her arms wide open.. "We won!" Tears are
streaming down her cheeks

Chewing on his lip, Neelkan nods at all the offers of thanks, and actually
sombers. And here he was looking all excited earlier. He notices Denn start
to slip away, and that's what causes the somber expression. He listens to
what Espi says, frowning lightly, then turns to the Novice, "Have 'at cloak
returned t' the Laundry, 'r if one of the Gaidin 'ere claims it, return it
t' 'im. I'll take the others down 'ere 'fore the night is o'er." With that
handled he does a few quick steps, then stops as Wyn heads over. His eyes
tighten a little. He's just going to return the cloaks and go to bed now...

Denn'ryiel turns her head as Espiria addresses her, and her shoulders slump
as Wyntere walks up. Time to pay the piper, she supposes. Obviously, she
isn't as convinced as Espiria is; after all, a few stalwart Sedai like Keay
did stick with Wyntere. "No, I would not mind Wyntere Sedai," she answers
quietly, only looking up as much as she has to. That way the guilt lines
don't show so much.

Johiah turns to Wyntere, the lines of tension evident on his face. All that
stress did get to him. "If you don't mind dear, I need to beat on something
before I lose my mind." He asks his leave, and with her permission, exits
the hall.

Espiria tips a soft smile to Wynt before she bobs a curtsey, "Not at all,
Wyntere Sedai...I think I should go lie down anyway." She smiles, glancing
back over to Vash and giggles before she nods. "Yes..we did." She turns to
head out of the Hall then, leaving the rejoicers happily cheering.

Kyleigh would normally snap at anyone, especially a guy who tried to order
her around, but she's too happy right now to even notice. "Hmmm? Oh!" Oh
look a cloak! Where, did that come from? Well she'll just pick it up and...
carry it down to the laundry. She of course had nothing to do with it's
getting there. With a nother soft smile in Wyntere's direction she heads
out as well.