Sayuri Moriko
| Sayuri Moriko | |
|---|---|
| Say-you-wlee Mo-wlee-koh | |
| Information | |
| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Novice |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Shienaran |
Sayuri Moriko is a Shienaran Novice of the Grey Tower.
Description
Physical Appearance: Sayuri is tall and willowy in comparison to other Shienaran women. Her skin tone is a creamy ivory, which contrasts deeply with her ebony black hair. She keeps her very fine and straight hair combed neatly with silver clips. It will reach down to her hips when loose, but Sayuri will alternate the styles from loose to braids to clips. Her eyes are a deep midnight blue, with a hint of motherly tenderness emanating underneath her simple black eyelashes. She has a small mouth with lips that are not too thin and not too thick. Simple powders add a soft hue to her color when she decides to wear them.
Behavior: Being the eldest of five children, Sayuri has developed a nurturing and motherly personality. Helping her mother was something Sayuri had always enjoyed. When her mother passed away, Sayuri dutifully did her best to fill her mother's shoes and found herself growing up faster than a young girl should. Sayuri accepts the challenges that life has given her and learned that bitterness will burst one's soul like the cold bursts the trees when their sap freezes.
Reactions: Sayuri is slow to anger. She understands that a low commanding tone will achieve more than a high-pitched scream. Other people would see her as cool, collected and impossible to unnerve.
Biography
Carefully, Sayuri gave the fire a poke and the flames ignited once more. She rubbed her hands together and held them up, soaking in the heat. This winter seemed to be the coldest she had ever experienced. After rubbing her arms, she turned to the lamp on the bedside table and began trimming it.
The light faded to a faint dim and she reached into the cool water basin to wring out a cloth. Gingerly, she placed it over the forehead of a small girl curled up tight underneath the woolen blankets. A slight tremor passed through her body at the touch of the cool cloth. Tiny lines of worry crept across her forehead.
Her youngest sister loomed close to death. She had tried every remedy and called on everyone that any sort of knowledge for healing. Everything she tried failed, and her sister progessed from poor to worse. Finally, she had sent a messenger to ride as fast as he could, in search of an Aes Sedai. Now all she could do was wait. Wait and worry.
Slipping her fingers around the small girl's hands, Sayuri began to sing a soft lullaby. It was the same one their mother had once sung, many years ago.
The Wheel will weave its threads
As it cares to choose
We all must fit the pattern
The Black Hawk never dreads
death from the battles that we lose
Its soul has only one concern
Peace, to us it heads
Beauty, for ugliness away it shoos
Life, fully enjoy your turn
Until at last you reach
The last embrace of the Mother
At the last note, Sayuri blinked back tears as she leaned over to kiss her sister across the cheek. What would her mother do if she were still here? Taking deep breaths, she searched her memories, recalling a time when she had been sick and her mother watched over her. It was dim and faint, but the feel of her mother's hands on her cheeks prominently glowed.
She reached out her hands towards her sister's face, then drew them back slightly in hesitation before firmly placing them on her sister's face. Oh, how it burned! Her sister moaned slightly, then began coughing. Her little body jerked several times, then went limp. Sayuri sucked in a deep breath, controlling the desire to weep uncontrollably. She watched her sister's chest, and heaved a long sigh of relief as it moved up and down. She still had not removed her hands.
She closed her eyes, trying to remember just what her mother had done so long ago, when the door burst open. She jumped at the sound, and twisted around. The messenger she had sent bowed low. "M'lady Moriko, I have found you an Aes Sedai who specializes in Healing."
A young woman, no an old woman crossed the threshold. There was some grey in her hair, but her face was as smooth as silk. A greyish shawl fringed in yellow entered the room, her gaze sweeping over everything and settling on Sayuri.
Sayuri was up and curtsying, but found herself waved away before she could bend her knees. The Aes Sedai leaned over the little girl and placed her hands on the girl's face. A gasp burst forth from the child who shuddered, but did not wake. The Aes Sedai did not move, except for slight swoopings of her fingers. The child gasped again and shook.
"It seems I arrived just in the nick of time," the Aes Sedai said quietly as she sat up. She crossed over to the chair and settled in as if it were her throne. Her ageless face held no expression or emotion, and Sayuri wondered how someone could be so detached. "The girl will live. She'll be bedridden for a few more days, and she needs plenty of rest."
Sayuri was nodding her head in compliance when she felt a sharp gaze settle on her from the Aes Sedai. "I am not giving you the instructions Lady Moriko. You will not be here to oversee the recovery."
Sayuri's head flew up and she looked the Aes Sedai in the eyes for the first time. "Pardon, Aes Sedai?" She couldn't stop the bluntness of the question from leaving her lips.
"You were about to channel yourself when I walked in. You had the beginnings of the shabbiest Healing weaves I've ever seen. I cannot let you go without proper training. Healing is a complicated business. You can spend the remainder of the night with your sister, but we'll depart in the morning for the Grey Tower."
The Aes Sedai rose and left the room before Sayuri could respond. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly as everything the Aes Sedai had said sunk in. She could channel.
Career History
- Novice
