Mychael cringed a moment for the loss of his horse. Though it was a long time ago, her speed would have sorely helped him on the trail of the Longcat of Andor. There were indeed many monsters rumored to have appeared across the world lately, though one great beast had already been brought down. Not all beasts were as large as they were terrifying--and that included the Longcat of Andor. This little ninja-of-a-beast could change its shape to fit in with those around it. Mychael had learned the hard way that it could take the form of humans when he had been framed and tossed from his home. He had wandered long, on the trail of this beast, he contemplated as he reached a rise.
Far below him the Alindrelle Erinin rushed by like a stream of liquid sapphire. The bronze strapped gates rose tall enough for five or six wagons to pass abreast, and indeed the road leading from the City of Tar Valon were busy this day. Mychael approached the village of Darein like the weary traveler he was. As he spoke to people to gather information about how to enter the city, he turned only a trusting eye to those he met. He knew two things: The Longcat was in the city of Tar Valon, and he would know it when he found it.
Though his strange clothing and even the curved blade he wore on his back granted some curious looks, it was clear he was welcome there. After all, who would cause trouble in an entire city of Aes Sedai and Gaidin? Mychael made his way into the city and explored the marketplace, observed by a few curious onlookers. He was baffled at the sheer number of people who lived in the city. How much did all these people eat? Did it bother them to live so close? He could only imagine. The problem remained, there were a lot of people to meet if he were ever to find the Longcat. It looked like it was time to throw away his proverbial walking shoes. It was time to live her for a time and track.
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Mychael looked at the back of the gaidin’s heads. The one on the left had a heavy grey helmet, while the one on the right had a head full of bushy brown hair (not as bushy as his hair, of course,) and a long, well-combed beard tossed over his shoulder in a thin braid. Though he knew that he had to continue his search for the Longcat, he had to admit, that wasn’t really why had applied to the Tower. True there were folk in the inner halls of the Tower he had never met, but he had taken to life in Tar Valon. The city was so… secure… and orderly, kind, and full of fascinating communities and people. He never thought he would take to a stationary life, but no wanderlust itched behind his knees. He had joined the city’s guard as a volunteer to watch the Tower’s walls at night and liked talking to those he met. This was a good place, and though it was a little uncomfortable to follow these two emissaries to bring him to the Tower once and for all, he had to admit, he wasn’t afraid. He was glad to be here and glad to be accepted more fully into the Tower’s arms.
Mychael, it is with great honor that I announce your acceptance into the White Tower’s Garrison. Go forth, Recruit Mychael, and continue your journey. We are proud of you! You were a joy to have for this time, and we know you will be an amazing friend to those who have yet to meet you.
Far below him the Alindrelle Erinin rushed by like a stream of liquid sapphire. The bronze strapped gates rose tall enough for five or six wagons to pass abreast, and indeed the road leading from the City of Tar Valon were busy this day. Mychael approached the village of Darein like the weary traveler he was. As he spoke to people to gather information about how to enter the city, he turned only a trusting eye to those he met. He knew two things: The Longcat was in the city of Tar Valon, and he would know it when he found it.
Though his strange clothing and even the curved blade he wore on his back granted some curious looks, it was clear he was welcome there. After all, who would cause trouble in an entire city of Aes Sedai and Gaidin? Mychael made his way into the city and explored the marketplace, observed by a few curious onlookers. He was baffled at the sheer number of people who lived in the city. How much did all these people eat? Did it bother them to live so close? He could only imagine. The problem remained, there were a lot of people to meet if he were ever to find the Longcat. It looked like it was time to throw away his proverbial walking shoes. It was time to live her for a time and track.
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Mychael looked at the back of the gaidin’s heads. The one on the left had a heavy grey helmet, while the one on the right had a head full of bushy brown hair (not as bushy as his hair, of course,) and a long, well-combed beard tossed over his shoulder in a thin braid. Though he knew that he had to continue his search for the Longcat, he had to admit, that wasn’t really why had applied to the Tower. True there were folk in the inner halls of the Tower he had never met, but he had taken to life in Tar Valon. The city was so… secure… and orderly, kind, and full of fascinating communities and people. He never thought he would take to a stationary life, but no wanderlust itched behind his knees. He had joined the city’s guard as a volunteer to watch the Tower’s walls at night and liked talking to those he met. This was a good place, and though it was a little uncomfortable to follow these two emissaries to bring him to the Tower once and for all, he had to admit, he wasn’t afraid. He was glad to be here and glad to be accepted more fully into the Tower’s arms.
Mychael, it is with great honor that I announce your acceptance into the White Tower’s Garrison. Go forth, Recruit Mychael, and continue your journey. We are proud of you! You were a joy to have for this time, and we know you will be an amazing friend to those who have yet to meet you.
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