Lisari Ardashir
| Lisari Ardashir | |
|---|---|
| liz-ARE-ee ARE-dash-EAR | |
| Created by | Heather |
| Information | |
| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Novice |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Domani |
Lisari Ardashir is a Domani Novice of the Grey Tower.
Description
Lisari is a slim young woman of average height. She considers herself very average in terms of looks, although she is quite pretty. But compared to many of her countrywomen, she falls on the "plain" side. She wears her long brunette hair in one plait, as it holds a stubborn wave when left loose. Her coppery-toned complexion is lighter than most of her sisters, who take after their father's side of the family, and her eyes are a pale brown. At eighteen, she's taller than her sisters, as well, despite being quite a few years younger than they are. However, she prefers to wear demure clothing and avoids wearing any make-up, as she has little interest in a man that would be attracted to such superficialities.
Although she's the quietest in her family, they also know she's the most stubborn. When Lis puts her mind to something, it's best just to step out of her way and let her try. Though she hates to fail, she would rather do that than not try at all. She has a touch of the Ardashir temper, though again she takes after her mother more, with an ability to control her tongue when she needs to. Lis is willing to speak up when she feels it's necessary and loves to ask questions. She was well on her way to becoming an apprentice seamstress when she demanded she be tested to see if she could channel. She is rather terrified of what awaits her in Hama Valon, but she's determined to do her best and become Aes Sedai.
Biography
The screams were unbearable. Tears spilled across Lisari's cheeks as those cries shook the room. But she held fast, her weight pushing down on the woman's legs while the others in the room worked on her back. The wounds there stank of blood and pain, a tangle of whip lashes that could not stand even the healing salve being dabbed on them. What had happened, she wondered, to have created such a mess? As another screech tore from the woman's throat, she decided she didn't want to know.
"There," the man with the dark hair said, tossing the empty bowl onto the bed stand. "That should be enough for now." His eyes looked haunted, and for good reason. From what Lisari gathered, he had seen those wounds inflicted.
The Aes Sedai standing beside him frowned. "How long do you think until we can Heal her?"
The dark-headed man shrugged. "It'll take another day or two for the herbs I gave her to leave her system. Until they do, I don't suggest trying it." He ran a ragged hand through his disheveled hair before placing it on the sobbing woman's shoulder. His lips moved ever so slightly before the patient sagged. He'd pushed her back to sleep, where she was blessedly quiet.
The Aes Sedai scooped up the bowl. "I'll go discuss this with Harald. Thank you, Jahn." She paused to place a gentle hand on Lisari's head before gliding out of the door. The young woman remained at the foot of the bed, eyes unfocused but dry now as she tried to erase the sound of those screams from her ears. It wasn't until the man - Jahn - shook her shoulder that she looked up.
"You okay, kid?"
Lisari peered up at him with her piercing dark eyes. "No." She slid off the bed to her feet, knowing that the patient - her aunt - would sleep until they came to do this all over again. She stood up as tall as her middling frame would allow. "But how I am doesn't matter right now." Jahn frowned at her, but didn't try to stop her as she too left the room.
In the hallway, Lisari's hands began to tremble. She pressed the back of one hand to her lips as she fought off the urge to cry again. To see anyone in that condition was horrific. That it should be her elusive aunt was worse. The woman was herself an Aes Sedai, a Green sister that had been through Light only knew before coming back home to Bandar Eban. She had sacrificed herself to ensure Lisari and her sisters would be safe. And the girl was determined to ensure it did not go in vain.
Without thinking about it, she hurried down the hall to the study. Meghan Sedai sat inside, her head close to that of the Asha'man, Harald, as they spoke. His stark uniform was quite a contrast to the Andoran's gold-slashed cream silk skirts. They paused as they noticed her.
"Is everything okay with Saowynn, child?" Meghan's accent still sounded funny to the Domani, who had never met anyone from a place called Taren Ferry before. But the Yellow sister was also beautiful in a way so different from the other women here in Arad Doman. Her green eyes, bright as a kitten's and striking in her fair face, widened with concern.
"Yes, Meghan Sedai. But I, uh..." Lisari's courage faltered for a moment. But then she forced herself to remember those screams and pushed herself on. "I was wondering if you could...uhm....test me." Those last two words were barely a whisper as a blush rose against her coppery complexion. She didn't lower her eyes, though, and saw the surprise in the Yellow's face.
"Harald, will you excuse us a moment?" Her eyes never left Lisari's, but she acknowledged his faint bow with a smile. The Asha'man gathered his walking stick and limped from the room. Lisari swallowed hard as he passed her, leaving her alone with the Aes Sedai. "Come here, Lisari."
The young woman approached, heart hammering in her chest. She held no fear for channelers - she'd seen her aunt enough times in her eighteen summers to not be superstitious about them - but she felt a page had turned that could not be taken back. When the Aes Sedai indicated, she sat beside her.
"Saowynn, I think, would not be pleased with this, you know."
Lisari nodded. "I know, Meghan Sedai. But," she managed before the words locked up again. So much had happened here, and she knew that her father was at fault somehow. Even though he hated the Whitecloaks that had caused all this damage as much as Saowynn had, her condition had something to do with what he'd asked of her. She blinked and met those fascinating green eyes of Meghan's, and the other woman nodded with a sigh.
"I think I understand, child." Lisari doubted that, but she remained silent. Meghan turned a palm upright before her, and a flame popped to life above it. "Concentrate on the flame, Lisari. Devote all of your energy to it. Try to feel it within yourself."
It seemed a riddle to Lisari, but she cleared her mind. Her pupils dilated as she honed in on the dancing orange flame. Her breathing slowed, and eventually the bobbing of said flame kept time with the beating of her heart. It was as if it were an extension of herself, her will. She could've stared at it all day.
And then it blinked into nothingness. Lisari glanced up at Meghan Sedai, who studied her. "Indeed, the gift runs in your family." She smiled, dimpling her youthful cheeks. "You need teaching, of course, but that's not the worst thing. I, too, needed to be taught rather than touching it naturally."
Lisari breathed a sigh of relief. She, too, could train at the Grey Tower. She only hoped she could be half the Aes Sedai her aunt already was.
Career History
- Novice (27 December 2016)
