Appearance: Allyrin is a young woman, the typical farmer’s wife. She’s tall - about 5,6 with wide hips and shoulders. Despite this she doesn’t look big; an active life in the farm prevents that, instead giving her a healthy look both in body and face. Perhaps it’s her height together with her at times somewhat forceful behavior that hinders people from noticing her features, which are not unpleasing even though beautiful would be saying too much. Allyrin has long, dark blond hair which she’s worn braided and pinned up in a bun ever since she was considered old enough to marry, as is the tradition in her village. Her eyes are blue and her complexion is fair. When she smiles her features change and she’s described as pretty.
Origin: A medium sized Village in the north of Andor.
Bio: It filled her vision completely. For a moment she was so caught up with the building that the sounds around her faded and she no longer heard the noise of the people passing in the street behind her - a cart being wheel by a pony, a woman carrying a crying baby, chatter and laughter, she stood amazed before the White Tower forgetting everything else. Forgetting even the reason she was there.
“Are you going in girl, or will you stand there gawking all day?” The hoarse voice of one of the guards startled her and the rest of the world came crashing in. The noise. Where she was. Why she was there. Mother.
“I’m going,” she said with a furious blush, turning to her father Rosh in an attempt to hide it. She took in his appearance with a fond look in her eyes, how he twisted his hat nervously, the usually wild hair combed flat on his balding head. His hands dirty from years of farm work, never really clean now though she had childhood memories of something else. He was dressed up in his finest clothes just as she was, and he wasn’t even entering. They’d agreed on that before they left home, agreed that it was best that she, a woman if young, went in and talked to the Aes Sedai. Pleaded to the Aes Sedai, really.
“Are you sure you want to do this Ally? I know I place too much responsibility on you, it’s just that… I could go you know, I could.” Rash said, his hat all crumbled in his hands. “No father, I can do this. I was just… it’s so big. You know?” Allyrin forced a smile on her lips, once again putting on a brave face for her father. “I will be back as soon as I can.” Before he had the time to protest she gave him a hug and made her way towards the gate, decisive strides taking her there faster than she really wanted. Ally knew her father had meant well, but ever since they decided to go to the White Tower and ask for a healer it had been obvious that he would rather face the Dragon Reborn than enter the Tower. She couldn’t blame him really. The thought of hallways filled with Aes Sedai could frighten anyone and as far as Ally understood very few men felt comfortable with even as much as the thought of Aes Sedai.
After explaining her errand to the guards and getting directions to the entrance hall –not that it was needed really the main path was clear enough by size if nothing else, but Ally liked to be prepared – she set out across the Tower grounds with butterflies the size of swallows in her stomach. The sounds died away surprisingly fast as she got closer to the Tower and Ally found herself enjoying the quiet. When they first came to Tar Valon she had thought the bustle of the city very exciting but it had soon grown tiresome and she was already longing for their village. Excitement was not for her, at least not in anything but small doses. And yet here she was, going to see Aes Sedai in the White Tower. It wasn’t like she had any choice, not with her mother getting worse with an alarming speed the last few months. It was strange really; her mother Emsy had been in sickbed for so many years that Ally had started to believe she would live on like that forever. The turn for worse took them all by surprise, all but Emsy. Well, her mother might have accepted it as faith but Ally and her father did not.
Ally stopped for a while at entrance, looking up at the Tower. Taking a deep breath she lifted her skirts to reveal a pair of sturdy boots, and started climbing the stairs. She could see a few other visitors, in the grounds or inside. They were mostly women, in fact the few men she saw did not seem like visitors at all, rather like they were a part of the building, yes the entire surroundings. They must be the fabled Warders. Ally shivered. She’d never felt more out of place in her whole life. She was not used to the feeling, as eldest of five siblings with sickly mother she had always known what was expected of her, always taken her place as the woman in charge. Her father was a good man, but he could not care for the all while working the farm. Ally had never felt this lost before. Bracing herself she took the last few steps into the entrance hall.
Allyrina stared at the simple white dress in her arms, shifting her weight uncomfortable from one bare foot to the other while trying to ignore the fact that she stood in her shift in a small room with white walls. She could not understand where it had gone wrong.
“The Light shine on you, Aes Sedai” Ally said, words uttered calmly in a way that did not correspond to how nervous she was. She’d practiced the words during the whole trip from their village, just as she’d practiced what to say next. Ally straightened from her curtsy with a hint of a blush on her cheeks. She’d made a mess of the curtsy, not at all like the white-clad girl who had led her to the visitors’ room. Oh how she hated her tendency to blush when feeling insecure. She swallowed nervously, moistening her lips to be ready to speak again.
“ And on you, child. Novice Sylvena tells me you seek aid for your mother. Tell me about her illness,” Kadhja Sedai said with a smile that was obviously meant to hearten the girl. Instinctively Ally smiled back and begun telling everything like she had practiced. How her mother had had a bad cold with a lingering cough that only got worse. How she had one day stopped getting out of bed because of dizzying spells. How she’d started coughing blood the last months. The Yellow Sister nodded encouraging and soon Ally forgot to be nervous, forgot where she was even though the riches of the room and the woman’s presence was there to remind her that she was far from their farm. Kadhja Sedai had questions about everything, what her mother ate, what her breath smelled like, if she slept sitting up or lying down. Ally talked a great deal more than she had planned to, indeed she begun to wonder if the questions would never end.
“That is good child,” Kadhja Sedai said when Ally was finished describing how her mother’s cough sounded in the mornings, “I think I know everything I need to know now. It is not contagious or you would all be sick years gone, but I will send a Sister to help your mother. Now- “ the Aes Sedai added to prevent Allys relieved exclamations “- you don’t have the spark, and you are a little old but it will not harm you to be tested before you go.” “I- tested, Aes Sedai?” Ally said with a frown, a thankful blessing for the Aes Sedai’s kindness all forgotten. “Tested for… for the disease? “ Hadn’t the Aes Sedai just said it wasn’t contagious? “Tested for the ability to channel child.” Kadhja Sedai rose from her chair and Ally had to back to keep her respectful distance to the woman. “Channel? I cannot channel. I mean, I have to…” Ally spluttered, at loss what to say. Surely the Aes Sedai could not mean what she said. The woman stopped and gave Ally a look so stern it made the girl want to drop into another curtsy. “I expect you can’t, but in these times you realize we must test every girl, yes?” The Aes Sedai’s face broke suddenly into a smile. “Come now, it won’t take long and the sooner we get it done, the sooner help can reach your mother. You must be very worried. Come now.”