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    Nynaeve Sagehand

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  4. A pink haired Elfess would be standing in the crowd, staring up at the man who had been announced as the new High Prince. A bright smile would be present on her face. "Congratulations, Maln!" she would say to herself. Her eyes would look to the raven on her shoulder. She'd lift her hand, offering the bird a rose which it took into it's beak. It spread it's wings and flew up to the older Mali'ame to drop the rose at his feet along with the signature raven feather.
  5. Demi Lovato as Nynaeve Sagehand END SONG https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWfjlIMiqBg Scars to Your Beautiful - Alessia Cara
  6. MC Name: KitsunePrincess Character's Name: Nynaeve Sagehand Character's Age: 116 Character's Race: Woof Elf Link to your accepted MA: What magic(s) will you be teaching?: Communion & Control Summarise the Lore of this magic(s): Nature's Communion Nature's Communion is where you are connected to the life of the nature around them. They can listen, feel, and even communicate with the nature and animals around them. This is the first step into Druidism. When a person is first attuned, this is the very first thing they learn how to do. It will be hard for a newly attuned Druid to understand nature and animals at first, but with time and experience it will become clearer to the Druid as to what Nature is saying. Control of Nature Control of Nature is the gift of being able to ask nature requests to help them keep the balance. One cannot really control nature, but the Druid is allowed to make requests and commune with plants to try and get the gain of what the Druii needs. A Druid learning Control of Nature could start with growing a simple seed into a flower to ending up growing a tree in time. It is difficult, but in time a Druid can do much with this gift. Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student: Nynaeve would take her student to a garden that she knows of. The Elfess would smile gently as she took a seat in the grass, motioning for the student to do the same. "Now that you can hear the hum of the nature around you, it is time for you to learn how to communicate with it." Nyn would begin as she pulled out a few seeds from her satchel bag. Her eyes would soon take on a periwinkle glow as she looked to the student. "You first need to connect to the nature around you. You do this by clearing your mind of everything but the sound of the nature around you." The student would nod, closing their eyes and taking a deep breath. Nyn would wait for them to open their eyes and take on the colored glow of their eyes to indicate they are connected. "Good, now...this is the harder part since you are newly attuned. Take one of these seeds and hold it in your hand. You will try and focus on the hum this seed has. It is very much different from the rest of nature around you. Once you have it, you will then ask it to grow." The student would then blink in confusion, however would stare at the seeds. They would then reach out to take a seed and hold it in their palm. Nyn would see the nervousness in their eyes as they stared at the seed. "You can do it...the Aspects have granted you the gifts to commune with the nature around you and ask it for favours." The student nodded slowly, taking a breath before now focusing on the seed. It would take a few moments before the seed began to hum softly, causing Nyn to smile. Slowly, roots and a stem would crack out of the seed in the hand of her student. It would grow slowly, the student's forehead slowly starting to bead with sweat. As the plant continued to grow, the leaves would sprout from the stem as would a small bud. Nyn's ears would twitch slightly as her grin grew, her happiness continuing to build. The student before her would continue to sweat as they focused harder on the plant. At last, the flower would bloom. Nyn would clap, grinning to the student. "That was amazing! You did very- oh..." Nyn blinked as she watched the person topple over in exhaustion. The woman would move over to a stream and collect some water in her waterskin before walking back to the student. She would sit, moving the student to lay their head in her lap and placing the water skin on their forehead. "You have a long way to go...but I am very proud of what you did today. Rest now, dear." Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: Nope Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: Yes.
  7. “The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.” Marco Tullius Cicero The day was slowly coming to an end, the moon rising as the sun faded across the horizen. The cold of winter gently caressing on the ones who were still moving out and about in the grove. While most went inside for warmth, one person in particular would have herself moving towards the playground. Her copper-red gaze would look towards random spots, memories flooding her mind of one person and one alone. They had met when they were the age of ten and had been inseparable. They loved one another for many years and, for Enara, it was a love that would never fade. She could remember the first time they confessed to one another, she could remember each time they kissed or held hands. Enara remembered it all. He was there for her on her darkest days and she was there for his. However, happiness always seems to fade one way or another. She sighed as she found herself at the swings. It only took a few more moments before her feet would continue to carry her somewhere else. Enara had something to do...and she had to find the perfect spot. Enara could still hear his heartbeat against her ear as they laid together in the grass on a warm summer’s day. ‘That will never happen again..’ she thought as she walked into the forest. The night grew colder...and colder...and colder still, but the young dark elf didn’t seem to mind one bit. ‘I’ll be cold, myself, soon.’ Enara’s mind would mutter, her eyes looking about. She found the tree her and Nerrin had sat under. The place where their love had blossomed, turning into a more mature relationship. “Here is perfect...the place where I knew he and I would have been together forever.” she spoke in a whisper, afraid someone might have heard her. She would then sit, pulling out a few parchments of paper and writing utensils, such as a quill and ink pot. Enara would unscrew the lid and dunked her quill, soon writing a note. “To my dearest Maln and Haelun, I am sorry for the problems I have caused you in the past. I know this is probably the reason why you have disappeared from my life. I wanted so badly to fix things, to be a family again. I ruined that, much like I ruined a lot of things for us. I promise that will not be an issue anymore. Maln, you are strong and I admire you. You are kind and gentle, but you are a leader. Please, do not lose that about yourself. Don’t lose your heart in times of darkness. The Warhawkes need a strong leader, like you. Be the best you can be, I will be watching you every step of the way, Maln. I love you, so very much. Haelun, I wish for you find it in your heart to forgive me. I treated you terribly when you returned and I know it was just out of spite. I never wanted it to be like that and, for a time, I thought it was all fixed. I love you, Haelun. Please be there for Maln. Van’ayla, Enara Ba’ikana” Enara would then fold the note, slowly moving to pin it to her blouse. She would then move once more to write a letter. One more goodbye. “To my Maliyu, I am sorry for everything I have done in our relationship. I am sorry for getting jealous, I am sorry for being gone. I even feel sorry for existing. I never wanted sadness or pain for you, but I feel like within these past few years that is all I have ever done. You are my only love. You were always there for me when my parents were not. You kept me sane, Nerrin. You shown me how love is suppose to be. Do not blame yourself, do not. That is the only thing I ask when you find out what I have done. I wish for peace, since I am now alone in this world. I wish for you to have happiness with whoever you find. I wish happiness for you in everything you do in the years to come. I meant what I said. I will love you until my dying day. Until my last breath. With love for all eternity, Enara Ba’ikana.” With the last letter written and pinned to her blouse, both titled ‘To Maln and Haelun’ and ‘To Nerrin’, the young elven woman would slowly lift herself up and climbed the tree. Once she got to a high enough branch, she would tie a rope to it...and then around her neck. “I am sorry.” After she uttered those words, Enara would jump. She did not feel it when her neck snapped. She did not feel the coldness of winter upon her skin anymore. All she felt…..was peace. An eternal peace on the day of her birth. Enara Ba’ikana 20th Deep Cold, 1581 to 20th Deep Cold, 1615 “Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.” William Shakespeare
  8. The Raven Druid approves of a Prince of Ravens
  9. Quoth the Aspects, Nevermore “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” - Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven” - Nynaeve sat upon the ground in the middle of the night, the Spring air gently caressing at her skin. She hummed softly, her ears flicking about as she listened to the nature around her. Her eyes would be shut and her breathing deep, calm...falling into a meditative trance in which she felt nothing but peace from. “Here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there, and nothing more.” - Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven” - Nynaeve’s eyes would flutter open, her emerald green hues looking about her. She was in her garden near Linandria. The place where most of her pain and suffering had been and always would be. She sighed softly before she noticed herself surrounded by ravens. That dreaded totem that she had tried to get away from by becoming the Meldramiriel Druid. Nyn smiled slightly, thinking to herself: ‘These are merely just birds and they have nothing to do with me.’ Once her thought was through, the ravens around her stopped what they were doing...and began to stare at her. Calculating eyes baring into her soul, it seemed, before they began to fly, circling her and surrounding her more and more. The feathers would brush at her skin, talons and beaks rubbing against her. However, instead of feeling pain...she felt calm and peaceful as if she was being greeted by an old friend. “I don’t understand what’s-” Nyn’s voice was cut short by a woman’s voice. It was beautiful like a melody, gentle like a breeze, and soft like velvet. “My dearest Nynaeve, did you really think we would let you be something that you are not?” Nynaeve would turn to look to where the voice came from. There, on the path of flowers and trees, stood a woman who was more beautiful than Nyn could have ever imagined. Beside her was a man, a set of deer antlers on his head and a bow resting on his back. The pink haired woman blinked as the ravens still circled her, cawing in happiness. “Nynaeve, we never accepted you as the Meldramiriel Druid. You know this, do you not?” The woman would bite her lower lip slightly. In the deepest parts of her heart, she did know. She was just too ignorant to believe it. She wanted so badly for the curses to be lifted and sadly...they never did. That is how she knew. The ravens would soon part from around her, Nyn now covered in raven feathers. She stepped forward to come face to face with the woman and man, the Aspects. Her emerald eyes would glitter as she looked to them. “Why can I not escape this totem, Mother? Why do I have to stick with it?” “Because you are the only one strong enough to deal with it’s curse.” Nyn tilted her head before releasing a small sigh. She was slightly upset, however if this is what the Aspects truly believed...she wouldn’t fight against them. “I am the Raven….always and forever. Nothing will change…” “It will never change because you and the totem fit so well, oem’ii. That is your totem, just as we wished for it to be in the beginning. Be the one who redeems the Raven, for so many have already forsaken it’s name.” The ravens would then encircle her once more, claiming her as one of their own. She would embrace their wings against her skin, the talons and the beaks as they marked her as the Druid of the Raven. “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,” - Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven” - Nynaeve would come out of her meditative trance, looking back out onto the water from her sitting post. She took in a breath before her eyes went to gaze upon something on her left shoulder. A large raven, beautiful as a midnight sky, would sit there like stone except for it’s eyes blinking as it studied her. Slowly, Nyn would bring her hand up to it, letting it’s head meet with her palm. She would stroke it’s feathers. “I am the Raven….I accept that..” Nyn would then stare back out into the water, petting her avian friend. “But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’ Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.” - Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven” -
  10. It didn’t take long for Karyssmov to arrive after she sent the raven in search of him. It didn’t take long for her to welcome his wife into her family, much like she did him long ago. It didn’t take long for her to see the pain in his eyes as he looked up to her and said “I need hugs.” Nynaeve’s small, gentle form had moved over to him. Her arms embraced him tightly as if he was a small child in her arms. She took a deep breath as waves of sadness would fall onto her being. Her son, someone who was always cheerful and full of life, was now sitting here at her table...crying. “Please, whatever you do, don’t leave me.” The woman would blink back tears as memories would flood her mind to her own mother as she disowned her back in Vailor. The woman took a deep breath, pulling the man in her arms tighter and closer to her. “I will never leave you, I am not that kind of mother.” ~*~ After everyone had gone to bed, Nyn slowly emerged from her room in the house and out the door. Gentle footsteps, crunching of rocks, and shuffling of grass filled her ears as she walked up the paths and to the Aspect Statues. From there, she sat in front to Cerridwen, looking up at her with ther emerald and foggy green eyes. She was the Mother of the Harvest. The Aspect of life, nurturement, fertility, and growth. Cerridwen was the mother of all things in nature, and Nyn was always told she guided her through life. The pinkette woman would stare up at the statue, at her face. For Nyn, the topic of mothers and how to be one properly was strained. Her own mother disowned her at the age of twenty, a time where she needed her mother most. Of course, she had been ignoring Nynaeve for years before that...it was just twenty was the age the child could be kicked out. At least by Sagehand tradition it is. After that, Nyn’s life had become void from ever wanting children. She was scared to end up like her mother. It wasn’t until many years later when she had found Linandria, her former home, and had Virinya that she even realized just how much children would actually mean to her. She watched many of the children she took in grow into beautiful young women and handsome young men, following their own paths in life and yet always coming back to their mother for hugs and cuddles when they needed it. She understood how being a mother was suppose to be. It was suppose to be loving them unconditionally and supporting them in their choices as long as its for the good in their life. However, after the events of that morning continued to play through her head, Nyn questioned even if this Lilyana knew what being a mother really was. Meeting Kary was a small chance, him being drunk in the tavern and being jealous over the fact that she was giving Ivlisar gentle embraces and a heartfelt talk. It caused Nyn to chuckle and pull him into her arms, making sure he was comfortable until he fell asleep from the intoxication. He showed up later, asking if she remembered, which she did, and letting him know it was all right. When she took him in, she noticed how much of an impacted he had become in her life. There were times when she felt herself become lost in her own darkness and she had no clue how to escape and there was Karyssmov to lead her out of it. It was nice, but after a while she felt as if she had been using his Clerical gifts like some sort of addict and began to hate asking him for help. She was the one who was suppose to help him, not the other way around. Her eyes stayed on the statue, her thoughts on Karyssmov. He needed her to be stronger than she had ever been now. He need a mother to comfort him in this time. From the back of her head, she heard a voice. Perhaps it was her own thoughts speaking through...or maybe Cerridwen giving her motherly advice: “You are strong, there is nothing that would tell you otherwise. You have been through so much, but you always somehow pull through it all. Now is the time to show him your light and be his rock, like he has done for you. Be the best you can be for him, he has been left. You are his mother now, protect him and love him as such. The two of you are so much alike, it’s no wonder you two were guided to one another. You show him how a mother is suppose to be, just as you have done for the other children in your care. He needs you. Be the mother he needs. Be the mother they need.” Nyn would smile softly, moving to stand. Her hands would move to her satchel to pull out a few beautiful gems she had collected recently. “Thank you, gracious Mother...for always guiding me in times I need you most. I may not have had a mother growing up, but I have had you…and now I have Renn too..” With that, Nyn would head home as the sun peeked over the horizon. She had a job to do and that was be the mother her children needed to be. The mother Kary needed.
  11. Nynaeve would be at the Cernunnos shrine, praying for her son to be completely safe. "Cernunnos, protect him as he completes his tasks. Keep him safe from harm."
  12. YES, OH ASPECTS, LET HIM BE THIS.
  13. Fighting A Darkness Within “Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.” - Edna O'Brien, In the Forest Nynaeve had found herself in a forest not far from the Mother Grove. While she really did not know why she was there, the pink haired woman allowed her feet to move forward on their own. Her emerald green eyes would glance about the darkened trees. The moon sat above her, full and gleaming. A noise would sound, though she would not be afraid. “A night animal, probably a wolf, hunting for it’s prey.” she would mumble softly. Nyn continued on, her body never faulting or stopping. She seemed to be in search of something, however, she did not know what it was. The woman just knew she was looking for something. Her eyes would glance towards the sound of a branch breaking close to her, unable to see in the darkness despite the fact the moon lit up the darkness like the sun itself. “Must have been a raccoon.” she’d say, unknown to the thing stalking her in the dead of the night. She sighed softly, her bare feet throbbing from the constant movement. “Perhaps I should think of something else. Something more…” she stopped again, hearing a mumble from the trees beside her. She turned, only to hear a sudden hiss and ping of something striking the ground beside her. In an instant, the world seemed to still. From the darkness came a man dressed in armor. Her emerald green would begin to turn and glow a periwinkle color. The man chuckled, tilting his head. “And what brings a pretty, young woman out in the forests alone?” Nynaeve would sit in silence as she stared at the armor clad man, thinking of what she should do. Should he make a run for it? Hopefully she wasn’t too far from the grove. No, he would hit her with his arrows before she could possibly even make it. Her ears flicked, as if listening to check if anyone else was with them. “Are you frightened, young ‘Ame? Think someone else is with us?” The man would laugh darkly, his helmet hiding his eyes even though she knew he was staring directly at her. His eyes, glowing red orbs from beyond the darkness of metal. He was no ordinary being, not in the slightest. However, it seemed the red glow was just her mind playing tricks on her. She blinked, his helmet now dark where she could not see his eyes. “Why do you stay silent. I normally enjoy a conversation before I strike to kill.” Nyn would slowly raise her hand, swallowing in nervousness. This was a moment in which she could not be scared of the outcome. She knew this would be a battle for her life. Her periwinkle eyes would continue to watch the man as he moved to notch another arrow against his bow. “I see your movements, Druid. I know what you could possibly do. Go ahead and try, I’d like to see what you can do before I take you down.” Nynaeve willed for roots to come out of the ground, she willed for nature to be on her side this night. She willed for her to live and breath. She was determined not to lose this fight. The roots, by her will and her requests, would sharpen and stay around her. The man laughed hysterically. “You think petty roots can do damage to me, Mali? You think you can protect yourself with them?” He stepped forward, causing Nyn to step back. The forest seemed to be silent, nothing happening around her now. The roots were the only thing she would hear, the hum of nature deep within her ears. She could run for it, using the roots as a distraction. Nyn could also fight and win, even though she was sure this being was not natural. What could she do? She was lost. She was so lost. Yet, a thrill sparked in her. A thirst for something she had been needing. A want to make this man scream. A darkness in Nyn, slowly rising to the surface. The roots would surge forward as Nyn pointed her hand. The man seemed ready, moving to the left and running forward, a sword in his hands. Wait, did he have a sword before. No. No, he couldn’t have. The pinkette would blink, trying to jump out of the way but to no avail. Her side would be sliced open by the sword, a gasp of pain coming from her. The thrill of blood being drawn. The pain satisfying her hunger. Nynaeve shook her head, processing what had just happened. She couldn’t die here, not like this. She had children to take care of and a job to do. And yet she wished for him to slice her open again. The roots would move forward again, this time from behind the man. They would clink against his armor as she tried to knock him off balance. For a moment, it worked. The elfess took this chance to get away, even though she knew with her bleeding side she couldn’t get far. She found herself behind a tree panting. The pain was still there. But she loved it, every ounce of it. It reminded her she was alive. She had to find a way back to the Grove. A way home so she would be safe. A way- “A cat and mouse game...so appropriate, Nynaeve.” How did he know her name? She never spoke or said it, yet here he was calling her out. She held her bleeding side, praying to the Aspects that he wouldn’t find her. He couldn’t find her, shouldn’t fight her. “You are probably praying to the Aspects. Probably wishing Artimec...or Sharr….or even Illarun would come to save you. You are so weak, Nynaeve. Such a weak and pitiful woman.” The voice had changed. It grew lighter, much lighter. More feminine. Nyn’s ears flicked as something came crashing to her head, her ear getting cut and a ring sounding loudly. The figure’s sword had hit the tree she was hiding behind. She pulled away, staggering a bit as Nyn looked to the armored being now. It was smaller, much more her size. The helmet was raised and there staring back at her… Was herself. “Until you step into the unknown, you don’t know what you’re made of.” - Roy T. Bennett
  14. OOC: Username: KitsunePrincess Skype: tokka_the_riolu ---------- IC: Character Name: Enara Ba'ikana Character Age: 30 Character Race: Dark Elf Gender: Female What can you bring to the Warhawkes? What skills are you trained in?: Born here, I guess. I like to Fish. Do you have ancestry within the Warhawkes?: My father is Erolas Ba'ikana, so yes. If you were to be lost in a place you couldn't recognize, how would you find your way back?: I would follow the stars?
  15. "2500."