AES SEDAI BIOGRAPHYChiyath Sedai, Sister of the Green Ajah |
Elfin, nicknamed by her clan for her joyous and impish disposition, flourished under the love and care showered upon her. Elven children were a precious jewel to the clan, each birth an event which gathered the whole clan together, all work put aside for the day as it was devoted to dancing, celebration and feasting. Of all the feast days, the most cherished was Ethuil, the first day of spring, of rebirth. It was on Ethuil of her twentieth coronar that her parents presented her with her most prized possessions.
From her mother the elf maiden received an opalescant chrystal tear drop delicately set within a gold filigree, the fine golden
threads craddling and protecting the gem. By gazing into it's depths one could view the Eldest, the most aged and venerated
oak, the core of the Great Forest. "The time will soon come for you to embark upon the Dawn Ride Chiya...to travel the lands
of Men. Where ever your path takes you and through what ever you may there face, look into the chrystal and draw strength."
The tears gathering in the corners of her mother's eyes belied the serenity of her voice as she clasped her daughter's hands.
Removing the golden chain at her neck, Illenya threaded it through the pendant and gently placed it around her daughter's neck. As she felt the strong yet gentle touch of a hand at her shoulder, she turned next to look into her father's sculptured features, their matching emerald gazes locking and a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts passed without words. Silently he held out his hand, presenting the precious jewel of his life with the gift he had lovingly handcrafted from a limb of the Eldest, a branch freely given and blessed by the Great Forest itself. The bow shone with an inner light, the sunlight haloing it's burnished oaken beauty.
Time passes differently for elfkind, days, even months existing as the blink of an eye to a race so long lived. But to each elf
comes the time for the Dawn Ride. As the time neared and her preparations were finished, Chiyath bade farewell to her family
and clan. Standing beside Ayende, her dove grey mare and companion on the journey, she cast a last longing look upon the
world which had sheltered and nurtured her before mounting. Closing her eyes, the elf maid began her chant, the clear notes of the earth song weaving and twining around Ayende's hoofs as both began the intricate series of steps which would open the
magical pathways connecting the plane of the Elves to that of Man. Around the pair, the air shimmered and the surrounding glen slowly faded, replaced by a pearly greyness of the shadow plane, the thousands of twinkling lights representing alternate planes, all of them touching upon the shadows. Chiya felt a tugging, a malevolent invasion inside the planes, the dark touch of an evil greater than any she had ever encountered. For a heart stopping, nauseous moment disorientation broke through her barriers, making her falter in her song, creating a fault in the pattern of her weave. Clinging desperatly to Ayende's mane, her legs gripping her flanks, Chiya doubled over along her mare's neck as both horse and rider were catapulted blindly through time and space towards an unknown destination. Had she not been holding on so tightly, the suddeness of their stop would have thrown the elf from her seat. The tall grass covered soil solidifying under Ayende's hooves startled the mare into rearing, and Chiyath's indrawn breath reflected her shock at the sight of the large stone pillar taking shape before her. Covered in strange runes and markings from it's base to the topmost reaches, the pillar had an ancient look, some of the markings faded from it's exposure to the elements.
Unknown to the elf maiden she had been drawn to a new world, a world of Men and Ogiers, of Darkfriends and Shadowspawn. A world where her natural affinity for what men termed "magic" would allow her to touch Saidar, the female half of the One Power. This new world, touched by the inprisoned Dark One's vile presence was also home to those who fought for the Light, battling the Dark One's minions wherever they encountered them. Staying away from human settlements, unsure of the welcome her alieness would bring, Chiyath traveled the land, searching for yet never finding the answer to how she was brought nor the means to get home. During those times when circumstances forced her into a town or village, the cloaked and hooded elf heard tales of women who wove flows of power, of Aes Sedai, who along with their warriors, Warders, helped those in need. Whispered rumors also flew of Asha'man, men who wielded a tainted power, led by one man, the Dragon Reborn, though those rumors were often met with nervous laughter and hastily lowered voices. It was during one
such foray into a town that Chiyath found her first true friend in this new world, a young man making his way to the home of
these Ases Sedai, Tar Valon. He hoped to train as a Gaidin, to someday become Warder and the eyes in his young face
danced with excitment whenever he told a tale of their deeds and exploits. It was said vast amounts of knowledge could be
found within the Shinning Walls of the White Tower, lore and knowledge amassed by the Sisters down through the Ages and
so Chiyath agreed to accompany him on his travels.
After longs weeks on the road, the pair reached the gates of the great city. Chiyath gazed in wonder at the splendor unfolding
before her, the breath taking beauty of the tall spires and delicately arched bridges spanning the river enchanting her. The
populace streamed around the mounted pair, intent upon their daily chores, vendors and shopkeepers greeting customers,
children dashing and weaving their way through the crowds. Her eyes were drawn to two women, their ageless features serene
around whom the crowd seemed to part wordlessly. Green fringed shawls hung to their waist at their back and a shaft of
sunlight played off the great serpent rings on their fingers. Following along behind them, their eyes ever alert and watchful
strode three men, each one different from the other yet all three sharing the same grace and fluidity of motion. As she turned in
the saddle to follow them through the crowd, she felt a strange connection, a sense of belonging. It was at that moment that she
knew she would petition for acceptance to the Tower and strive to become one of these women, the Green Ajah, the Battle
Ajah.
Bearing nothing but her bow, the clothes on her back, and a strong determination, Chiyath petitioned and was accepted into the Tower as a Novice. Working diligently at her lessons, absorbing everything they could teach her, she progressed rapidly and soon found herself among the ranks of Accepteds. Her experience with the Arches brought her new insight and she faced a part of her soul she had kept buried since her arrival, but she successfully overcame her fears and strengthened her resolve to
someday become a full Sister. The friendships she formed were few but as strong as any ties of kinship. Many of the other
Accepteds did not know how to approach the elf maiden but those who broke through both their own unease and her barriers
found the Elfin of old, open and mischievious, with a ready and welcoming smile and always ready to listen and help. Although
Novices and Accepteds were forbidden to fraternize with the Gaidins in training, Chiyath found a kindred spirit in Joseph. Tall and quiet, his shock of red hair bringing out the startling blue clarity of his eyes, the GiT and Accepted would
often steal away for quiet conversation, heading to the shadowy bowers of the trees in the Tower's gardens. When not
engrossed in the furtherance of her studies, her thoughts often drifted to the handsome GiT. The day he was named a full
Gaidin, she warmly congratulated him on his new status, but inwardly feared he would soon be bonded to one of the other Aes
Sedai. To her delight and boundless joy when next they met, he confessed he would bond to no other than her. The same
sense of oneness, of completeness she found in his presence had touched him as well.
The day of her raising came, and she stood before the Amyrlin Seat, taking the vows and forever binding her fate to that of the
Tower she now called home. As she'd known she would before ever entering the Halls of the Tower, she chose the Green
Ajah. Soon afterwards, she and Joseph were bonded in a ceremony perfomed by the Amyrlin Seat herself before her fellow
Sisters and the Tower's Gaidins. As she gazed upon his kneeling form, the weave of Spirit flowing from her hands uniting them,
she found her emotions and thoughts reflected and mirrored back from him. Through travels and adventures, battles and
discoveries, their relationship flowered into a deep abiding friendship, the two becoming one
heart, one soul until the day a Trolloc's axe robbed him of his life, and she of a part of herself.
Chiyath's story continues, but it's telling is for another day.
Chiyath Sithi, Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah, was born to Illenya and Ranthor Sithi in a grove of the Great Forest of Adonar.
Her parents, both Rangers, dedicated their lives to protecting the woods and it's inhabitants which surrounded their clan.
Often could the young elf maiden be found patrolling with them, her feather light footfall barely marring the softly carpeted forest floor. An adept student, she eagerly learned all her parents could teach her. From her mother she learned of the names and properties of each plant found within the forest's sheltering limbs, those that healed fever or aided bones to knit, those that were poisonous or could induce a deep sleep. Her father taught her to track with the stealth of a wolf, the grace of a great cat, her elven eyesight allowing her to follow even the smallest squirrel through the topmost branches.
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