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| Siera al'Terin | Dec 20 2007, 07:21 PM Post #1 |
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Aes Sedai
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Siera sighed as she sat back down in her chair, closing her eyes. It had been a long day, and a tiring day. A few more people had been sent to the Yellow Halls for healing. The number of the injured had been increasing almost constantly. Healing was becoming a bigger job then it use to be. But of course Siera didn't mind, she loved what she did. Making others better- even if it hurt herself. Half dazed Siera opened her eyes and looked around her room. Eveything was neat, tidy and in it's place. Just how she liked it. There was a fire warming the room to the left, and a picture of her homeland above that. Siera hadn't been there since she was raised to an Aes Sedai, and that had been a long time ago. She barely heard from her family, but she knew her father had died, but that happened when she was Accepted and was unable to see him off. Looking to the other side of the room, Siera rested her gaze upon the many shelfs of herbs she kept in her room. There was lots and Siera liked to keep her own supply of them. Under the herbs was a chest. In that chest Siera had kept trinkents that were close to her. Like a locket she recieved from her brothers when she had gone back to visit them. Shaking her head Siera refocused her attention to the paper work on her desk. It seemed the pile was ever growing and never shrunk back down to the orginal size, maybe it was a sign that Siera wasn't doing her job as Head of teh Ajah, but she did all she could and that seemed to be enough. After all she had held this position for two years now. Looking down at the first piece of parchment Siera saw it was about a healing. Reading it throughly Siera thought for a moment and the took out her quill and started to reply. |
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Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. ![]() Siera's Story||Talent:Herbs||Weaves: Folded Light, Healing, Light, and Delve | |
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