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ooc-heh, thx Hiram, I hope it is a successful RP [img]smile.gif[/img]
Calth, it's Tar Valon. I think someone needs to refresh his memory and read the books again [img]tongue.gif[/img]
"Ah, I see you've returned from Far Madding, Ladisha. I trust everything went well?" Falorin made a small smile and her sharp green eyes hinted that she knew she had failed. She tossed her long blonde waves over her shoulder and continued, "I know those Council biddies can be a problem,"
Ladisha returned her smile, "Oh you know, the same. When I am sent into a place where I can't channel, they're all too willing to listen to me," her own irritation topped with Ailurin's brought a scowl to her face, "Now I know you would not stop me on my way out to discuss my latest failure. What do you want of me?"
Falorin considered her a moment. Ladisha was stronger than her in the power by a significant margine. Unfortunatley this woman had been head of the Blues since she was an Accepted.
"There is a small degree of White Cloaks camped approximatley 20 leagues south of Tar Valon, in a small town. Eyes-and-ears tell me that they're scowering for the 'Tar Valon witches'," her lips curled distastfuly and she shook herself, "You are to go down there and eradicate them from the town. Send them packing," she lifted up a finger as Ladisha opened her mouth to protest, "I know you just returned from Far Madding, but this is most important. Change your dress and go now," with that being said, Falorin nodded and walked away, leaving Ladisha with her mouth hanging open. Growling to herself, she stalked back up to her apartments, losing her carefuly picked dress to some narrow divided silver riding skirts with blue scrolling working its way from the hem to her knees, and matching silver riding gloves. Before leaving this time, she gathered a pouch of money and extra things that would be needed for the 20 league haul. Gathering her cloak close around herself and pulling up the hood so that it effectivly hid her face, she started down and out into the Tower grounds. The night sky was obscured by angry looking clouds, and she would eat her Great Serpent ring if it didn't start to snow within the hour. Still grumbling, she fetched her tall blue roan mare, Sky, from the stables and saddled her quickly. The horse frisked about and she brought her under control with a slight tug on the reins and some soothing words. Focusing on her bond, she followed the sense of Ailurin to a small tavern. Wasting no time, she hopped off Sky and stepped into the blazing warmth of the tavern. People looked up curiously and quickly bent their heads again when they saw her ageless face framed by her lynx-lined cowl. She gestured to her Warder,
"Come, we have work to do,"
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