Rashenne dal Tomar

Rashenne dal Tomar
Information
Gender	Female
Occupation	Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah
Affiliation	The Grey Tower
Nationality	Altaran / Tar Valoner

Rashenne dal Tomar is an Altaran-Tar Valoner Yellow Oathsworn Aes Sedai of the Grey Tower.

Biography

I am Rashenne dal Tomar, age twenty-three. My father was a cooper; my mother, a servant. Though my parents were Altaran, I grew up in Tar Valon, playing at first in the shadow of the White Tower while my parents worked for the Aes Sedai, and later joining them in the service of the White Tower as the personal maid of Maraila Danhuin, Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah.

I remember my last day in the Tower, the last day I spent with my mother. Looking at her was like looking in the mirror: same sea-blue eyes, same long, dark brown hair, same slight build and fair coloring; that day, even our expressions were identical: shock. Thick, sticky blood soaked her hair and formed a dark pool on the floor. That push from a passing soldier, though sudden, should not have caused such a wound. If my mother had not hit her head on that steel lampstand.

She died.

On that same day, Maraila Sedai led the rest of us south and west, to a small village in the middle of a forest, where once again my father and I swept and washed and dusted for the Aes Sedai. As though nothing had happened.

Then one day some of them came for me, put me in a white dress, and told me I was a novice, that I had to leave my father and come to live with them. Nothing much changed; I still cleaned and fetched and curtsied, but during the afternoons I had to attend lectures on the One Power and spend a few hours trying to touch saidar.

On my sixth day as a novice, I sneaked out after dark to visit my father in the servants' camp. It was almost as if they knew. The camp was in chaos, with pots, pans and even sticks of firewood flying around, hitting everyone and everything in their path. My father did not mind, however. I found him in the workshop he shared with a carpenter and a woodcarver, their tools flying about him, a chisel buried in his chest.

I fled the camp in terror.

When I realized what I had done, I was afraid to return, afraid to face the punishment I was sure to receive. At that moment, I hated Aes Sedai, hated the kind that caused my family so much grief.

But . . . there is saidar. The One Power that drives the Wheel of Time, that fills me with life and joy. Power which I do not know how to use.

Much has happened since, and now I humbly return to you, Aes Sedai, ready to take whatever penance or punishment you will give me. But I must learn to use this Power, learn to wield it not for myself, but for the good of others.

I will not run away this time.

Career History

• Novice
• Accepted
• Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah
• Keeper of the Chronicles