​Telir Celidar is here. (standing)
Tiernan Laoranth [Black Coat|White Hat] is here. (standing)
Tarem Malwyn [MiB] is maybe in other windows so send me a tell to get my attention. (standing)
 

(OoC)-> Tarem says, 'Ok the setting here is - we're at the furthest practice yards right inside the gate, basically, and a test/ceremony is about to occur between Tarem/few other Asha'man and Tiernan.'
(OoC)-> Aalaryn says, 'Awesome!'
(OoC)-> Tiernan says, 'Yeah, awesome, you're about to interrupt my promotion.  Hope that works out for you.'
(OoC)-> Aalaryn says, 'I think you will be pleasantly surprised.  I can hold on my 'im here' until after if you like.  I know how important promotion rp is.'

A small crowd has gathered at the southernmost practice yard, perhaps the smallest of all the barren pockmarked fields that dot the Black Tower grounds. In the very center of the field a rudimentary structure has been erected, perhaps the size of a large barn or the first floor of an inn though shoddily constructed of tightly Saidin-compacted dirt and mud. There are several dark entrances - crude doorways - at various intervals along the outer walls of the structure. A cadre of Asha'man, three talon leaders included, stand a few spans before the southern-facing wall, solemnly waiting for the arrival of the focus of this test. A small group of Soldiers spectate, two or three lines deep, behind the ranking brothers.  [Tarem]
  
On approach to the southern yard, Tiernan is looking far more presentable than usual.  High-collared black coat buttoned and pressed - or made to look so - face clean-shaven and back straight, his expression is cautious, but confident.  Moving deliberately up near the crude earthen shed/barn, the Rahien cocks an eyebrow at it, peering curiously at the darkened doorways before turning to salute the assembled Asha'man.  Fist clapping smartly to his chest, he makes direct eye contact with each of his superiors.  [Tiernan]  

Tarem is standing just to the fore of the other two Talon leaders - the Baijan'm'hael and Rahien'm'haels, respectively - at the end of the line of High Asha'man. He returns Tiernan's salute in a cursory fashion once the younger man has made it to him, and one of the Asha'man in the row directly behind him turns to shoo away the onlookers until just the M'haels and Tiernan remain. "Dedicated Laoranth," he begins.  "Today is the day we shall see if you have it in you to earn the Dragon pin." The older man's chin lifts slightly as he peers down at the Dedicated. "Do you feel ready to ascend to full brother? You have fulfilled your duties here well but one more test does lie before you."
 
    Tarem tells you, 'And not sure how you wanna do it but we'll say the gate is opened, though if you come within a few hundred yards our wards would have detected you I think. Let me see if we have those'

Tiernan drops the salute once each of the Asha'man has responded to it, opening his stance from full attention to parade rest.  Regarding the older Asha'man seriously, the Dedicated also lifts his chin, pride and confidence keeping his voice steady and sure.  "I am ready, Aldazar'm'hael."  His attention is focused on Tarem, but he holds himself prepared.
 
    You tell Tarem, 'ok. If the gate is open she would cautiously enter, looking for someone who would be in charge or a guard.  Someone to announce herself to.  if the wards/alarms are there she would likely trigger them unknowingly.'

A chill Spring wind flows through the open southern gates, lightly frosting the breath of those gathered in the late-afternoon air; the forest beyond is only just starting to show signs of rebounding from winter's clutches, splashes of verdance here and there among the dead limbs. "Good," Tarem's reply is flat and final, not quite ominous. "Not everyone gets to enjoy this one, but Brother Narishma blessed me with it at mine own Asha'man test, and I thought you of all people would appreciate it." A dip of his chin designates the mysterious mound in the middle of the yard as the subject. "It's quite simple. Enter through this door," he obviously means the southernmost 'hole' in the wall, "And exit to the north. There are a few surprises in there, but nothing I'm sure you can't handle. We've only lost a few dozen Dedicated to this thing so..your chances are more than fair." His words have a perfunctory ring to them.  [Tarem] 

    Tarem tells you, 'ok. we do have a ward down there so we'll just be alerted to your presence just as the test comes underway'
    Tarem tells you, 'and we'll react'
    You tell Tarem, 'alright.'

Tiernan grins with just the left side of his mouth, Tarem's words seeming to empower rather than unnerve him, the ominous finality of it all sparking interest rather than inquietude.  "My chances are more than fair anyway, Asha'man," the Rahien says with a more-than-healthy dose of self-assurance.  "Begin at any time?" he checks before actually attacking the maze.

    You tell Tarem, 'alright, gonna wander in'
    Tarem tells you, 'nods'
 
Having found the gate surprisingly unlocked and ajar, Aalaryn cautiously wanders in the compound looking for someone, anyone, to announce herself to.  [Aalaryn] 

Tarem bows his head graciously, one hand sweeping out palm-up in a "go for it" kind of gesture to the eager lad. The mound looms ominously and appears much smaller than it actually is - once you get close you see it's a solid several-hundred square feet, perhaps fifteen-hundred. Just as the Dedicated approaches the structure the yard is flooded with bird-calls, sharp and strident and alarming. The group of Asha'man was already in the process of moving around to the northern-most side of the maze when this happens, so Tiernan - still at the door to the mound - is closest to the gate at this point. "What in the Light?" A slight commotion begins to stir deeper into the Farm.

    Tarem tells you, 'Tiernan was getting his Asha test, so instead his test will be reacting to the big bad Aes Sedai intruder in whatever IC way is suitable, so don't be alarmed, whatever happens. You scared us :D'
    You tell Tarem, 'I understand. :)'

Late afternoon sun throws a long shadow off from the tall, black-coated figure that has begun a slow walk towards the grounds where the promotion ceremony is soon to begin. The young man's head is bowed, his dark eyes intent upon the small, leather-bound book that rests between the thumb and pinky of his right hand. His left hand, likewise, is lifted, his palm against the side of his neck, while the long, tapered fingers rub against the back of his neck. His head lifts abruptly, snapping his attention away from the small journal, his dark eyes darting back and forth while the sound of hundreds of chirping jays all but echoes from the walls. The young Dedicated turns, his long coat flaring out as he spins, the molten light of the late afternoon sun glinting off the small silver pins on his collar, one the curving sword of Dedicated, the second the small shield of his talon, Aethan. With his abrupt change of direction, Telir sets off for the woman who has found her way to the home of the Asha'man, the Farm.  [Telir]

When invited, Tiernan abruptly wraps his mind in the shelter of the Void and slams his will into the raging firestorm of Saidin, pulling from its torrid depths nearly as much as he can handle safely, preparing to enter the unknown maze. Before he can take a step, bird calls - unnatural and alarming, specifically for this purpose - alert the Rahien to the presence of an unexpected visitor.  Surrounded by chaos and threat, the Dedicated spins and starts moving at a jog to the very gate that separates the Black Tower from the rest of the world.  It doesn't take him long to spot the single woman making her way up the drive.  [Tiernan]

As fast as thought, Spirit flies from within the fiery icestorm, shaping itself into a long, thin blade, the edge -very- vaguely blunted, and slams hard into the place any ethereal connection between the stranger and the One Power would flow from, Shielding as a matter of course, putting virtually all his considerable will into that purpose.  Calling out for his superiors and anyone else who is coming to respond to the alarms, "Sedai! Sedai on the Farm!"  He doesn't know that for sure, but given recent events, better safe than sorry.  [Tiernan]

Aalaryn's steps slow as the chorus of bird calls fill the air - read as the alarm goes off.  Stopping in her tracks, she looks around her immediate area and decides to stay put, resing her hands camly at her sides.  Even though she may want to embrace the source, she does not.  As the very thought of the power passes her mind she feels her ability to even reach out and touch saidar muted, she's been shielded.  At least she knows now she's in the right place.

Tarem emerges from around the side of the big mud maze, walking perhaps a bit faster than usual though he does not appear too tremendously alarmed - his brow is furrowed in puzzlement, rather. "Bloody hell - Sandir, go scrawl out a message to the Dragon." After the man tailing him hesitates Tarem looks back pointedly, "Now! Go!" sending the Dedicated rushing off towards the heart of the Farm. The older man slinks into the Void and seizes Saidin as well, throwing together his own Shield for good measure as he comes closer to Tiernan and Aalaryn. "What the bloody hell are you doing, woman? Trying to get yourself killed, wandering in here? Who are you?" His words are obviously for the shielded Sedai.

Telir's long coat billows out behind the slender young man as his long legs eat the distance between himself and the seemingly unexpected arrival who happens to take the form of an Aes Sedai clad in red. The Dedicated's features drain of surprise and alarm, his dark eyes hardening, becoming almost reflective in quality, a change of expression that would mark him as enveloping himself in the calm stillness of the Void. The Andoran's steps slow, one long stride flowing into a shorter step, until almost as if he had never picked up his pace the Aethan is once again at a casual walk. The sense of menace that accompanies a man throwing himself into the violent torrent of freezing fire and molten ice of Saidin springs suddenly around Telir, though he does nothing as Tiernan has taken the appropriate measures already. His small journal, until now obviously a forgotten accoutrement, snaps closed as he lowers it. The right hand, holding the small leather-bound book, as well as his left hand find their way into the voluminous pockets of his long black coat. Without adding another word into the fray, the Dedicated steps into place near the other two T-named black-coats, his flat gaze centered on the intruder.  [Telir]

Emotionless and still, keeping his distance from the woman in red, Tiernan maintains his heavy-duty Shield even as Tarem strides up beside him and adds his own.  Void notwithstanding, his right hand is balled into a fist, an unconscious gesture he neither prompted nor notices.  As the Aldazar'm'hael is doing the talking for now, the young Kandori waits, his flat, lifeless green eyes fixed solidly on the Aes Sedai.  Around and through him, Saidin rages, lifeblood and the pull of the grave swarming in perfect counterpoint.  [Tiernan]

Aalaryn lifts her hands slowly to show that she holds no weapons, a small effort made most likely too late to indicate that she means no harm.  "My name is Aalaryn Rouskova, Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah," her voice is calm and clear, "I apologize for trespassing in your Academy uninvited.  I had hoped to meet with one of your Order," she lowers her hands just as slowly back to her sides, "however I had hoped that the meeting would begin smoother."

Tarem's eyes narrow slightly as he spares a quick sidelong glance for Tiernan, measuring the younger man for a moment before his regard returns to Aalaryn. "You, woman," he begins, his voice harsh and ragged though with an element of sarcastic joviality or relief in the background, "Are lucky you aren't more than a pile of ashes where you stand." His narrow chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath, clasping hands behind himself. "Well done, Dedicated Tiernan. I've half a mind to give you your damn Dragon, you reacted so well. We'll chat later. As for now, would you kindly escort our Aes Sedai guest onto the Farm? And you -" he turns to pin another brother, a Soldier, with his gaze "-Go spread word to keep all of our other 'guests' indoors for the time being. No need to cause a stir." He looks back to Tiernan, "Find some Aethan brothers and..ahh, Telir," he finally seems to notice the other man. "Brother Telir - gather a few of your squad mates and take her to the interrogation house. You and Tiernan are to speak with her first, I'll join you after I go find Ran..the Lord Dragon. He must hear of this immediately."

Telir stands, outwardly placid, his features holding no hint of anger, or fear, nothing but the cold, calm confidence that comes from being enfolded in the Void. The young man's cold-eyed gaze travels over the red-clad Aes Sedai, almost tangibly taking the woman's measure. He remains silent as Tarem begins to give orders, scarcely appearing even blink until the older Asha'man turns his attention towards Telir. The Dedicated's head turns towards the older red-and-gold-pinned Aldazar'm'hael as he is given his own orders. The Andoran's head nods as the heels of his boots come together with a click, his right hand, balled into a fist is extracted from the voluminous pocket of his long coat, to thump against his chest, over his heart, "Immediately, Asha'man." He begins to turn away, quickly enough that the long tail of his coat flares out behind him. His head turns before his first step, however, sparing a quick glance towards Tiernan to whom he offers a small nod. Not another words is spared for the small gathering as Telir steps off in the direction of the Farm proper, his long legs eating away at the distance.

Tiernan stares at Aalaryn as if the power of his gaze alone could melt the woman into a puddle on the drive.  His reaction to her introduction is to reclench his right fist, hard enough that two of his knuckles pop - a sound that will be quiet but recognizable to the One Power-enhanced senses of the blackcoats on either side of him.  Having been the (un)fortunate one to have dealt with the Other Red in their initial, tense, negotiations, it should not be surprising that the Rahien focuses all his attention and well more than enough Saidin to maintain his Shield on the little Sedai before them. Tarem's praise gets a single nod of recognition and understanding, but the man himself does not draw Tiernan's cold gaze away from his prey, despite the dangled promotion teaser.

Thumping his already-balled fist to his chest, Tiernan works to follow his orders.  Splitting a tiny fraction of his will away from the Shield, he weaves out two thick, flat bands of Air and - not too gently - slaps them around Aalaryn's upper arms and midsection to trap her arms at her sides while leaving her legs free.  A third breath of Air solidifies for just a moment behind her as he slaps her backside with it the way a rider would a horse.  "Walk," he instructs coldly, gesturing off at the retreating Aethan to indicate precisely where the Red should direct her steps.  [Tiernan]

Key words ring in the Arafellin's ears. 'Other Guests', 'Interrogation House', and 'Lord Dragon'.  She purses her lips and a resigned sigh follows.  She knew quite well that her presnence, anounced or not, may not be recieved in a positive light.  The sudden use of saidin fueled air binding her arms quickly to her sides causes her to gasp out loud, and as she's spanked with the same natured air she frowns sourly but remains quiet for now, heated words will do no good at this time.  [Aalaryn]

Tarem nods coldly to both Telir and Tiernan as they each receive the orders, his frown returning somewhat as he watches the Aes Sedai pass him by. "I trust our methods will be followed, lads," he says to the black backs of the two Dedicated. "Please insure she is in good condition to explain herself to the Lord Dragon, once I track him down." That said Tarem pivots sharply on one heel, beginning to stride directly west towards a relatively unoccupied area of the Farm; after his second footfall however a gateway suddenly snaps into place, the window widening just enough to permit him as he passes through and winking out of existence directly after. The attentive ones will have caught a glimpse of snowy plains in the portal.
 
Aalaryn moves towards the structure indicated by Tiernan, not too fast and not too slow for she does not want to cause more of a scene than she has already.  "My only request," she speaks as she walks, "is that for my horse.  I left him at the gate, he is very gentle and I would ask that he be cared for.  While I am attached to him, if you or your," her voice turns inquisitive, "brothers need a mount he is yours."

The young Aethan wastes no time heading deeper into the Farm complex, not bothering to wait for any to catch up with him, he obviously expects to be followed. He does not deign to speak with those behind him, for it seems that there is not yet a need to do so. The Dedicated draws himself to a halt at the closed, heavy wooden door to a small building set just on the outskirts of the Farm. It only once he has reached this destination that he turns, both of his hands once more resting comfortably within the confines of the pockets of his coat. He stands impassively watching the approach of both the bound Red and the black-coated man who follows her, his left brow arched faintly onto his forehead, though it appears more an affectation, than any real sense of impatience. Once the pair draw close, the young man weaves a single thick thread of air, sculpting the flow to push against the barricade to the small building. The door swings inward easily, revealing a darkened room that seems to hold little in the way of furnishing. It is only once this door is opened that he speaks, his voice every bit as cold as his dark eyes, "Enter."  [Telir]

"Asha'man," Tiernan says in compliance and farewell to the departing Aldazar'm'hael.  To the Aes Sedai, he says nothing.  When she has moved past him to follow Telir where the Aethan leads, he turns a sharp about face and falls in behind her, his steps matching hers from several paces back.  He caught her, so he gets to keep her, but this is Telir's show now, and the Rahien does not begrudge him his Talon's purpose.  Should Aalaryn resist entering as commanded, Tiernan will spank her ass again to get her moving without actually touching her, but otherwise - for now - he acts as her warden.  Silent, watchful, and oppressive.  Not unlike the thick miasma which has settled around him, focused on the sole design of holding her.  [Tiernan]
 
Aalaryn enters the room that she has been led to.  Dark or not she remains calm and if able to, looks about for something to sit on.  It is now evident to her that conversing with her hosts is going to be a wasted effort until they have something that they wish to say, or know.  She does however murmur a polite, "Thank you," as the door was opened for her.

Telir inclines his head briefly towards the honey-tressed woman at her murmured thanks as he turns to enter the small building himself. The young Dedicated takes a few steps further into the room, angling himself so that he might step up and behind Aalaryn while staying just out of the arm's reach of the woman. Thin flows of air and fire curl about themselves before the young man, writhing together as they knit, slowly wrapping to form a ball. A fine weave of spirit enfolds the air and fire, holding them together in space. Once the form is complete light sparks from within the orb, casting shadowy illumination about the room. A single small stool sits close to one wall of the building, though there appears to be nothing else within the room. The young man's left hand lifts from the pocket of his coat to extend towards that single stool, his palm turned towards the ceiling, gesturing for the woman to sit, "Please."

For his part, content to remain a silent observer, Tiernan moves into one of the darker shadows and props himself up against the wall, his stark black uniform fading almost seemlessly as if the darkness had been waiting to enfold him in its embrace.  Obviously he does not vanish from view, but the Rahien does his best to be unobtrusive - he is a guest, after all.  His contribution remains in the form of his bindings of Air about the Red's upper body and the thick, tight Shield held fast and steady between her and the One Power.  [Tiernan]

Again a soft, "Thank you," can be heard.  The power is a marvelous thing and it can be quite interesting when watching it's work from the opposite side.  Many times she has taught how to create an orb of light but for the first time in her life she marvels at how it is made with such practiced ease by the Asha'man.  Finding the stool easily with the aid of the light, Aalaryn sits down.    [Aalaryn]

Another thick flow of air forces the heavy wooden door closed once more, a hollow thump sounds throughout the room. His head tilts slightly off to the side as the small orb of light drifts off towards the corner of the room, "Now, miss. I do hope you understand our alarm at someone walking into our domain unannounced." His voice escapes his lips in a calm, measured fashion, both brows faintly lifted onto his forehead. He takes a slow step towards the center of the room, his cold, dark brown eyes focusing on the seated woman, "Might we have your name?" A single thick flow of Earth is forced down into the packed dirt floor of the room, driving a solid block of packed dirt to rise behind him. Both of the young man's hands are finally removed from the voluminous pockets of his long black coat to smooth the length of his coat as he settles himself onto his make-shift stool. His head turns slightly, regarding Tiernan for a moment before turning his attention back towards Aalaryn, his dark eyes direct and piercing.  [Telir]

Tiernan keeps his cold green eyes staring fixedly on the Aes Sedai, his purpose here quite clear, and he more than willing to perform it.  His hands have relaxed from their previous clenched balls and he puts them in his own pockets even as Telir empties his.  The Rahien now looks both perfectly at ease, reclined back into the shadows against the wall, and blankly focused, the Void stealing away all impressions both inside and out.  His hold on Saidin does not diminish by even a hair's breadth, and the Shield and bars of Air remain staunchly in place.

Aalaryn inclines her head in a nod to Telir, "I understand.  As I said before, alarm was not my intention but it was the result."  She watches as he fashions himself a seat out of earth by use of the power, a use for earth she had never thought of before.  She too looks to Tiernan before looking back to Telir.  "My name is Aalaryn Rouskova."

Telir nods briefly, his right leg lifting slowly to cross over his left, the ankle of his right boot resting lightly against the bent knee of his left leg. The young man's hands are placed against the bar of his right calf, his flat baritone continue on, "I appreciate your understanding." As the ageless-looking women answers with her name, the Dedicated nods, "I would say that it is a pleasure, but I am afraid it would sound disingenuous." Telir's back straightens, his hands sliding away from his leg to fall down by his sides, pressing down against the earthen stool that he had crafted for himself, "I am Dedicated Telir Celidar." The young man draws a slow, measured breath, expanding his chest visibly before he continues, those dark eyes unflinching in their study of the woman seated across from him, "What is it that brings you to intrude upon our farm?"

Tiernan continues to watch, his focus solely on the Aes Sedai, no expression readable on his blank face.  The long shadows of the room cast by the Aethan's solitary light remain fixed, growing out like fingers from the darkness, like the monster every child fears is reaching up from under the bed.  The young Kandori keeps himself reclined back within one of those tendrils as if he alone was not afraid of the cold, heartless black of night.

Aalaryn shifts her feet a touch so that she is sitting more comfortably upon her stool, her feet together at the ankles, knees bent and drawn slighly to the right, it's the best way for her to sit and remain ladylike currently.  "I have come for knowledge and with the hope to begin a new, positive, relationship with your Order.  I admit that I did not know whom to contact in order for this to happen which led me to enter uninvited." 

The Aethan's tongue clicks softly against the roof of his mouth as the Aes Sedai answers, his his head inclines in a brief nod to her explanation. His head turns after moment, those cold, dark brown eyes moving towards Tiernan's rather ominous figure standing off against the wall. As he begins to swing his attention back towards the capture Red, he speaks to his fellow Asha'man, "If you would, Dedicated, the restraints are likely unnecessary." The young man's head tilts faintly off to the side once more, the twin tendrils of hair brushing against his face as they slide across his features, "I am not certain you understand the gravity of the situation, Aalaryn Sedai." Both hands lift, coming together before the young man's chest, his fingers lacing save for the forefinger of each hand, which press against each other to make a single pointer. This pointer he lifts further to tap lightly against his lower lip, "Our agreement stated that any Aes Sedai who enters our domain forfeits her right to life to us."  [Telir]

Tiernan twitches an eyebrow at Telir when the Andoran indicates the wrap of Air can be removed, but after a moment's hesitation, he seems to remember who is running this show.  Soundlessly, he stops holding the belts of hardened Air around the Red and allows the flows to dissipate into the ether.  He then repurposes that minimal energy back into increasing his shield on her.

As her bindings disappear Aalaryn smooths her skirts before gently rubbing her arms where the restraints were.  Now that she can move easier she sits up straighter, her hands folded in her lap.  "Thank you."  She listens to Telir, giving him her full attention as he speaks.  "I see," the Arafellin woman exhales softly, "that may well place a damper on things.  Am I to be executed in the morning?"  Her tone is inquisitive, not accusatory, in fact it may even show that she was not completely informed of certain agreements.  [Aalaryn]

Telir allows the corners of his lips to twitch towards a smile at the woman's thanks, though it is obviously affected, stopping well short of his reflective gaze. His fingers unlace, his hands spreading out to the sides at the mention of an execution, "I do not wish to be hasty, but your taking hold of your life is not simply means of taking your life." The young man's right leg swings down from its perch upon his left, his hard boot grinding down into the packed earth, "We are rather imaginative and you can have far better uses than death." The Dedicated's hands fall to his knees as he pushes himself up from his make-shift stool, though his dark-eyed gaze never once leaves the woman seated upon the stool across from him. His hands lift slightly, once more slipping into the voluminous pockets of his coat, his head bowed slightly so that his gaze can remain leveled upon the woman, "I am afraid ignorance of the situation is no excuse. You must serve as an example."

Now that sounds a little more like what Tiernan had been waiting to hear.  From behind Aalaryn, still mainly swallowed by shadow, the Rahien stops leaning back against the wall and stands upright precisely as Telir does, crossing his arms over his chest.  Though nothing about his lifeless expression or flat, cold green eyes changes as he stares ice at the back of her head, the effect of both blackcoated male channelers suddenly looming both before and behind her should not be an easy thing to brush off.  [Tiernan]
 
Aalaryn resists the urge to stand, relying upon her own training to remain calm even in events such as these.  Instead she sets her jaw and schools her expression, exhaling slowly.  The Red watches Telir closely, uncertain of what it is he will do.   She does not see Tiernan move behind her however she hears him and turns her head to see.  She is surrounded and at a severe disadvantage.  Even with Aes Sedai training fear can be heard in her words, "And what is it that you mean to do with me?"

The shifting of the Dedicated behind the seated Aes Sedai does not break Telir's scrutiny of the woman, those cold brown eyes remaining fixed, "That is something that we will be discussing shortly." A similar thick, ropey flow of earth once again forms, this time, however, it is not to raise a seat, but instead to lower the one that he had previously created. The dirt and rock grates back down, lowering slowly, yet implacably as the young Andoran queries, "First, however, I would like to ask you what it is you hoped to gain by coming here today?" At this, his dark eyes do leave the woman's face, turning towards Tiernan, his right hand escaping from the pocket of his coat. He lifts the hand, holding only his forefinger aloft as if asking the other Dedicated to wait for a moment. The exchange, at least on Telir's part, takes only a moment, his attention returning to focus completely on Aalaryn once more, "I would hate to seem unreasonable after all."  [Telir]

Tiernan takes a small step back at Telir's gesture, but does not return to his more casual pose of leaning back against the wall, and of course his containment of the Red's ability to reach the One Power remains as firm as ever.  Arms still crossed over his chest and feet out at shoulder width, he appears just as comfortable as he was reclined.

Aalaryn's hands separate in her lap, forming two small fists - a sign of trying to comfort herself as she's clearly out gunned here.  If the circumstances were different she may have taken some comfort from Telir's words about not wating to seem 'unreasonable'.  Her eyes widen even as she works to keep her composure, instinctively she reaches for saidar but is denied.  "I told you, Master Telir, I came to learn about your Order and, if the Light willed it, for some kind of repairations to be made.  I do not wish to be your enemy."

Telir takes a slow step forward, placing him closer to the woman, perhaps closer than would be considered wise all things considered. Before the rustling of his long coat against the ankles of his hard, black boots has even settled, the young Dedicated bends his knees. The Andoran Aethan lowers himself into a squatting position before the Aes Sedai, his boots spread slightly apart, his right arm bending to lay across the tops of his bent knees. His head tilts slightly off to the side, turning up as to keep the woman fully in his sight, "Well, my dear, I can arrange for you to learn of us, but I do not think you will enjoy yourself." His cold, dark eyes flick past the woman, up towards Tiernan's form behind her, his brows lifting faintly onto his forehead. His attention returns to the woman after a moment, allowing the span of a few heartbeats before he continues, "You will remain shielded at all times while you remain within the Farm." As he makes his first point, the forefinger of his right hand extends, marking it down visually.

The next finger extends slowly as he begins to make his second point, "You obey all commands given to you without question, or hesitation." His third finger begins to extend, his compassionless voice sounding no more concerned than making a list of things to buy at the market, "You do nothing that could be even slightly conceived of as aggressive, or subversive." His head bows for a moment, those cold, dark eyes peering up at the Aes Sedai through the twin tendrils of hair before his face, "Now, refusal will force us to send you to the Lord Dragon in a chest wearing nothing but a pretty red bow."  [Telir]

Tiernan gives a singular reaction to the Aethan's conditions.  Remaining silent, the Rahien takes a smooth, gliding step forward, placing him just close enough to Aalaryn's back that the buttons of his long black coat brush ever so faintly against her.  Once there, looking cold fire down atop the woman's head, he very gently, almost tenderly, moves his hands up to light them on her shoulders.  Fingers spread wide to lay them against her collarbone one at a time, the Kandori does not press down or squeeze in; were this any other time and any other place, this relatively benign - but undeniably intimate - gesture might be considered sweet.
 
The ability to channel is not what makes Aalaryn an Aes Sedai.  Granted the idea of being shielded from the source does not amuse her at all, in fact she hates it.  She listens to the tall Andoran's words as he verbally and physically ticks off the measures and rules of her stay, the Red's attention fully upon the man infront of her.  "Very well," she truly has no choice but to agree unless she wants to be trussed up like a feast-day goose.  She opens her mouth to speak again but snaps it shut, thinking better of it.  She visibly stiffens as Tiernan's hands rest against her shoulders and collarbone.  If it is the intention to keep her off guard, the duo are doing quite well.  [Aalaryn]

Telir clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his unflinching gaze still remaining settled upon the woman as she agrees to the demands. The three extended fingers slowly begin to fall, his emotionless voice sounding out without giving any apparent notice to Tiernan's intimate touching of the Red, "I am afraid I will need to hear you say the words, my dear." The young man continues to squat down before the Aes Sedai, his expression as calm as the most tranquil of lakes, "We are all well aware of an Aes Sedai's penchant for worming around her oaths." With those words spoken, the man finally does stand, allowing himself to stretch up to his full height. His head bows down as he rises, always keeping the woman firmly fixed with his gaze, "I would hate for there to be any misunderstandings, since we are harsh and absolute in our dealings with Dark Friends."

When Aalaryn shifts beneath his gentle touch, Tiernan presses down with all ten fingers just enough to tell her that he felt her uncomfortable stiffening.  The pressure lasts but a moment, though, and he goes right back to simply resting his hands delicately over her shoulders.  He stays where he is as Telir insists that the Red repeat back the conditions he is setting her in order for her to continue to enjoy the warm hospitality she has been granted thus far.  [Tiernan]

Aalaryn draws in a breath and slowly exhales in attempt to calm her nerves and keep her voice steady.  She knows the condition of her soul and she does not fear swearing.  Her heart races, her pulse easily felt by Tiernan's hands.  "I understand the rules of my stay.  I am to remain shielded, at all times, while I remain within the Farm.  I am to obey any and all commands given to me without question or hesitation.  I am also to do nothing that could even be slightly concieved of as agressive or subversive."  She looks up at Telir, "I understand that if I do not agree with these rules that I'll be sent to the Lord Dragon, in a chest, wearing nothing but a pretty red bow." 

After speaking she again exhales slowly.  Repeating the rules isn't what is unsettling Aalaryn, it's the knowing that she will be defenseless and at the whim of another person.  It is a hard road to walk that she is setting upon, however she hopes that when it is done the two groups, Aes Sedai and Asha'man, can perhaps consider eachother as allies.   [Aalaryn]

Telir forces himself from the raging turbulence, the raging frozen inferno of Saidin, the aura of menace fading away, drifting off on the wind into nothing.  He allows himself an escape from the Void, those dark eyes softening visibly as he continues to look down towards the woman they have seated between them. When he speaks there is a touch of gentleness in his voice, the warmth of life of a human finally finding a place within his tall, slender form, "Then our agreement is settled." The young Andoran extends his free, right hand towards the Aes Sedai, offering it to her as if he intends to help her from her stool. When he again speaks, it is not towards the Red that he directs his question to, instead he looks towards the still emotionless man who holds her shield in place, "And Tiernan, what do you think a proper punishment should be for coming to us uninvited?"

Tiernan - unlike his Aethan colleague - does not release his firm grip on the crashing rapids of Saidin and when he responds, after a moment of apparent consideration, it is with a voice flattened by the weight of pure nothingness.  There is neither affection nor malice, threat nor promise in the Kandori's words.  Given as simple fact, he answers Telir coolly, "She courted death like a whore courts gold, heedless of the consequences.  You spared her those consequences, but I think she should know just how close she came.  I imagine we have a fair few extra coffins.  It would be rude to make her sleep on the ground, so one of those can serve as her bed."

Aalaryn's eyes widen, "A coffin..?" She would attempt to stand up in protest if Teirnan's hands weren't still on her.  "You truly needn't.." her voice wavers a bit, she's too scared to really concentrate on keeping her cool right now.  Maybe she should have paid attention to her test when she was taking it back when she was raised to being an accepted.

    You tell Tiernan, 'she's way claustrophobic, you'd feel her pulse racing.'
    Tiernan tells you, 'Noted, thank you'

The sight of the woman's eyes widening and the waiver in her voice are not lost on the young Dedicated standing before her, seeing as her reaction to the suggestion brings a small nod of Telir's head, "That sounds perfect." His head tilts down, those dark eyes once more turned towards the woman who remains seated upon the stool, his hand falling down by his side once more, only to find its way into the pocket of his coat, "I do believe that settles business for today. I will post pairs of Aethan to guard the building." The young Andoran Lord turns on the heels of his boots, his long, black coat flaring out behind him. He takes his first step away from Aalaryn before his coat even manages to finish falling, but he hesitates, stopping before he can take his second step. His head turns, his chin angling slightly towards his shoulder as he looks back towards the seated woman, "If you dare attempt to willfully 'misunderstand' our little agreement..."  [Telir]

His dark eyes harden once more, but this time it has nothing to do with the calm emptiness of the Void, the cool, icy chill of his words remains his very own, "I will personally still you, lead you through the Farm wearing nothing but your skin, and cut your thread in the pattern." The young man then continues his slow, casual stroll towards the heavy door of the small box of a room. His right hand escapes the pocket of his coat in order to pull the heavy wooden door to the room open. As he begins to step through he speaks once more, "I will, however, make sure to send your corpse back to your Sisters."  [Telir]

Remaining stationed behind the Aes Sedai, hands still lightly resting on her shoulders, Tiernan's index fingers near her throat can feel the Red's accelerated heart rate.  He impassively listens to Telir's first truly overt threat and lifts his eyes from the honeyed locks to watch the Aethan leave.  As soon as the man's foot crosses the threshold, the Rahien spends a few moments securing his shield with an intricate bird's nest of a knot, tying it off with a tight and complex flourish.  That done, he finally relinquishes his hold on Saidin, banishing the tumultuous maelstrom from his mind and body, then slips out of the Void.  Life returning to his face and voice for the first time since Aalaryn approached the Black Tower, he gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze and says softly - his voice much more pleasant and genial now that he can actually speak like a human being again - "Are you frightened, Aes Sedai?"  His tone indicates he is truly concerned for her mental state.  [Tiernan]

Aalaryn swallows hard.  Everything about Telir - his words, his actions - tells her that he will do it.  She lifts her left hand to her lips, covering her mouth.  Tiernan's voice draws her attention and gives her a moment to work at grasping her composure again.  "Yes.." her voice is a whisper, "I am terrified."  She doesn't speak further, she instead looks down at her hands.

Tiernan nods enough that she will be able to feel the slight rocking motion it causes in the way his hands shift their balance subtly against her shoulders.  He trails his fingertips slowly off her shoulders and walks around to stand before her, then replaces one hand on her right shoulder.  His other hand comes up, too, but instead of using it to tenderly hold her in place, he crooks his index finger and touches the bottom of her chin, softly encouraging her to look up at him from her place on the stool.  When she does, that same finger then trails a gentle line down her cheek, his touch tender and his green eyes full of life and compassion.  After a moment of just looking down at her, the Dedicated's compassion melts away like ice on a stovetop. Though not the cold blankness of the Void, his expression becomes hard and unrelenting, though as he speaks, his voice somehow retains its smoothness, its amiability.  "Good." 

Then he, too, is moving toward the door.  He continues speaking even when he reaches it, his back to the Aes Sedai, and his voice genial.  "Your 'bed' will be brought to you.  You will stay in this room until such time as you are retrieved.  You will sleep in the casket you are provided.  You will not try to reach the One Power.  Rest assured you will be fed and watered.  If you disregard any of the commands you are given, even in spirit, you will face Telir's less-than-tender mercies."  He looks over his shoulder with a wicked gleam in his eyes.  "But for what it's worth, you'd look better in a big red bow."  With that, he slides out the door, drawing it shut behind him to leave the Red to ponder her situation in peace.  [Tiernan]

Aalaryn allows her chin to be lifted up, thankful for what little compassion shown to her.  When Teirnan's demeanor turns to ice the Red looks away to the walls.  She waits until she hears the door closed and bootfalls moving away before she lets even a single tear run down her face.