The letters started arriving three days prior.
Rarely was Valucia purely agitated, but the letters were enough to make her want to grind her teeth.
The Warders' Hall was complete bu the Four Keeps were not. Only one of them. She was not yet ready for guests. It was what she kept telling herself. Over and over again. The letter was tossed into the pile of the others that bore the seal of the White Tower and mark of the Red Ajah.
"Intolerable." Bitterly said. Even in the midst of anger she rose with grace. Why could they have not written that Warders were being sent? All Browns would have been find too for all of their studious ways and barely noticing the world about them. But a Red?
Valucia paced the immediate area. Missives were pilled high from reading and re-reading them for any hint of code for information that her sisters of Blue might have sent her to tell something. Anything at all. But they were of well wishes and what had been happening at the Tower and other lands beyond Tar Valon's boundaries.
"Certainly not beyond their grasp." Never was there a place that far. It was not a complaint on her part. Her complaint lay in the fact that the first to visit from the White Tower was going to be a Red. She shoved her hair back over her shoulders.
It had always been unlike her to wear her hair down, but she was making strides in relaxing the severity of her own personality. Perhaps severity was not the word. What she was, in fact, was Gentry, Aes Sedai, and very much set in her ways. It took effort to appear less rigid or expecting others to see beyond such a placid exterior. She had to help others along with that by changing some of what she was and how she was.
Dark-pearl eyes narrowed on the table and hands wrapped over her hips. "I will not be Stilled in this." Muttered at none and her meaning had more to do with her hands being tied by politics and other things, than really being 'stilled' in the way it was meant among those who served the Amrylin Seat.
She threw her hair back over her shoulder again, perturbed.
There were preparations to make if the Red was coming all the way from Tar Valon to RhyDin. And for one who was still trying to learn the Old Tongue, she had a few choice words she knew very well and hit each like nails with the hammer of a head as she left the room.
For a fleeting moment, she thought of all of the women out there with milder things on their mind, like husbands, children....war. Another choice word left the lady's lips. She would be glad later that none were there that could hear her cursing the impending visit of a Red.
She had her dress to change and a lengthy visit to town to make to gather food, drink, supplies, and a lot more than those such basic items. On her way through the yard between her home and the Four Keeps, she saw Tomas Nur and called out to him. The Aes Sedai was going to need a few extra hands with the helping of this if it was all going to be ready before their guests arrived.
Rarely was Valucia purely agitated, but the letters were enough to make her want to grind her teeth.
The Warders' Hall was complete bu the Four Keeps were not. Only one of them. She was not yet ready for guests. It was what she kept telling herself. Over and over again. The letter was tossed into the pile of the others that bore the seal of the White Tower and mark of the Red Ajah.
"Intolerable." Bitterly said. Even in the midst of anger she rose with grace. Why could they have not written that Warders were being sent? All Browns would have been find too for all of their studious ways and barely noticing the world about them. But a Red?
Valucia paced the immediate area. Missives were pilled high from reading and re-reading them for any hint of code for information that her sisters of Blue might have sent her to tell something. Anything at all. But they were of well wishes and what had been happening at the Tower and other lands beyond Tar Valon's boundaries.
"Certainly not beyond their grasp." Never was there a place that far. It was not a complaint on her part. Her complaint lay in the fact that the first to visit from the White Tower was going to be a Red. She shoved her hair back over her shoulders.
It had always been unlike her to wear her hair down, but she was making strides in relaxing the severity of her own personality. Perhaps severity was not the word. What she was, in fact, was Gentry, Aes Sedai, and very much set in her ways. It took effort to appear less rigid or expecting others to see beyond such a placid exterior. She had to help others along with that by changing some of what she was and how she was.
Dark-pearl eyes narrowed on the table and hands wrapped over her hips. "I will not be Stilled in this." Muttered at none and her meaning had more to do with her hands being tied by politics and other things, than really being 'stilled' in the way it was meant among those who served the Amrylin Seat.
She threw her hair back over her shoulder again, perturbed.
There were preparations to make if the Red was coming all the way from Tar Valon to RhyDin. And for one who was still trying to learn the Old Tongue, she had a few choice words she knew very well and hit each like nails with the hammer of a head as she left the room.
For a fleeting moment, she thought of all of the women out there with milder things on their mind, like husbands, children....war. Another choice word left the lady's lips. She would be glad later that none were there that could hear her cursing the impending visit of a Red.
She had her dress to change and a lengthy visit to town to make to gather food, drink, supplies, and a lot more than those such basic items. On her way through the yard between her home and the Four Keeps, she saw Tomas Nur and called out to him. The Aes Sedai was going to need a few extra hands with the helping of this if it was all going to be ready before their guests arrived.