AES SEDAI BIOGRAPHYChiya'ath Sedai, Sister of the Green Ajah |
Elfin, nicknamed by her friends for her joyous and impish disposition, flourished under the love and care showered upon her. The arrival of a new baby brother during the year of her sixth nameday added a contented fullness to her life. Young Haka soon became the apple of the young girl's eye and the pair, although as like day and night in both temperment and looks, were soon inseperable.
Years passed one behind the other, the young girl's life filled with nothing but happiness. Or so it appeared to everyone. At first, Chiya'ath gave little thought to the small spark of discontent burgeoning within her. Never did she wonder at the odd occasion when a stroke of good luck staved off imminent disaster.... when a rogue boar floundered in mid charge through a mud filled hole where moments before there had been only solid ground.... when a huge tree limb swerved in it's near descent upon her mother's unprotected head. None of these ever gave her a second thought, for surely a family with so much love must be very blessed indeed. The village Wisdom, Shanda, however, had different thoughts and her hooded eyes began following the young girl almost constantly. One season shy of finally being allowed into the ranks of womanhood, all of Chiya'ath luck and happiness fled in the wake of the Wisdom's visit and subsequent talk with her parents. Always open and honest about everything which affected their close knit family, her parents became sad and sombre. Night after night, the Shanda came to their home, closeting herself with the adults while brother and sister hovered miserably nearby, ignorant of what transpired. At first, Chiya'ath's father's voice could be heard raised in anger and disbelief. But each time the Wisdom left he seemd more withdrawn and the pain in his eyes left a cold knot of fear in the young girl's heart. On the day that Chiya'ath learned the cause behind such agony of soul, she had no time to mourn or wail at fate's cruelty. She could channel, or so Shanda stated. Arriving at the Sithi home one morning with a man and boy in a wagon, she barely gave the family any time for farewells before efficiently bundling the shocked girl into the back of the wagon. "You are going to Tar Valon Chiya'ath. You cannot remain here, untrained. So the Women's Circle had decreed, and so will it be." Tears streamed down Chiya'ath's face, anger and shock choking her. How could they... how could her parents let this happen! She barely felt the strong yet gentle touch of a hand at her shoulder, but as she turned her head, her eyes fell on 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. The bow shone with an inner light, the sunlight beautifully haloing the burnished yew. With a jerk and lurch, the wagon moved forward, the young girl cluthing her father's gift to her breast.
After long miserable weeks on the road during which she learned to accept her fate, the travellers reached the gates of the great city. She'd tried to return home many times, but each attempt was foiled by the sympathetic but firm father and son team. The old myths of Manetheren still lived along the villages which sat so close to it's shadow, and none would harbor a possible Wilder, no matter the pleas or looks. A new determination grew in the young girl over the span of time. She would learn whatever Tar Valon could teach her, but she would someday return home and none would make her leave again. Chiya'ath gazed in unwilled wonder at the splendor unfolding
before her, the breathtaking beauty of the tall spires and delicately arched bridges spanning the river enchanting her. The
populace streamed around the wagon, 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 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, Chiya'ath 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 quiet intense girl 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, Chiya'ath found a kindred spirit in Gangorn. 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 Gangorn were bonded. As she gazed upon him, 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, both driven in their determination to fight for the Light.
Chiya'ath's story continues, but it's telling is for another day.
Chiya'ath Sithi, Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah, was born in a small town on the outer edges of Andor.
Her parents early on found their oldest daughter to be headstrong yet always giving and loving wherever the need arose. She could most often be found wandering through the nearby woods after chores, her feather light footfall barely marring the softly carpeted forest floor. An avid student of Nature, 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 keen eyesight allowing her to follow even the smallest squirrel through the topmost branches.
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