Name: Mir’iam a’Del Nor Age: 23 years Occupation: Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah, field researcher
Strength in the Five Powers: Air= very strong Spirit= strong Water= very strong Earth=strong Fire= very weak
Time spent as a novice: 7 years Time spent as an Accepted: 9 years Height: 5'3" Weight: 59kg/130lbs Skin: bronzed from the sun Hair: Dark brown, long with bleached highlights from the sun Eyes: blue Weaknesses: Is unable to manipulate fire and has an unfounded fear of it.
Warder: Tez Vanderbar
Family: She does not know who her father is, due to her mother’s occupation. She had a brother, but her mother abandoned Dennis when he was only a child. How her abandoned brother received such a normal name while her own, Biteme, lays at such odd angles, is anyone’s guess. She has a stroke of luck when she is seven and her mother’s constant traveling find them at Tar Valon and at the foot of the White Tower where, after propositioning their available services on a group of Warders, Bel’kanore a’Del Nor, a resident Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah senses her ability to use the One Power and purchases and adopts Biteme as her apprentice/daughter and changes her name to something more respectable.
In spite of the Tower’s attempts to distill Mir’iam’s wanderlust, she eventually convinces them that her purpose in life is not to study books, but to search the land for knowledge and books that have thought to have been lost. While she can control four of the Five Powers, she is hesitant to use them unless it is absolutely necessary and prefers that her Warder deal with the confrontation, both in conversation in search of information, and in defense.
Twilight spilled the last of its lingering hues over the town of Tar Valon. Preparations were being carried out to close the massive doors as the last stragglers elbowed their way into the relative safety behind the castle’s walls.
Mother and daughter pair hurried along the road, though it was clear they were not going to make it. Nevertheless, the mother pulled ruthlessly at her child, hurrying her on. The child stretched her five-year-old’s legs out as far as she could with each step and pumped them as quickly as she could. Her oily short brown hair bobbed arrhythmically as she was jerked an extra space every now and again.
They came from the direction of Cairhein. After two days of only the most meager of meals due to several of her mother’s customers shorting them on food or coins, she moved more out of need than out of ability. Fear clutched in her gut at the aspect of being left in her mothers wake- abandoned like so much rubbish on the side of the road. Even though it was two years past, she still remembered Dennis and even though she was and would always be older than him, she doubted it highly that she would survive in a life without her mother. Their meals might be sporadic at best, but at least she had someone to look after her. “Nothing is something as long as you have someone,” her mother was wont to say.
Her mother was in one of her dark moods. Now and then her mother struck her, hoping to incite the fear of the Dark One in the girl. She had a feeling it would never be quick enough to avoid he mother’s wrath, but it was better than being abandoned.
Her mother’s furious pace increased when it was obvious that the guards were moving to close the door. She was yanked off her feet and now managed only one step to ever six of her mothers.
“Hey! Wait! Please!” her mother called, still several steps out.
The guards hesitated and one of the more decorated guards spoke to a stern looking lady wearing some of the most elaborate clothing the little girl had ever seen. The woman looked her mother up and down, from her unwashed shoulder length russet-colored hair and her road worn dusty attire and mended-several-times-over crumbling travel boots. The child could tell by the lady’s expression that she did not care for what she saw. She shivered and clung to her mother’s hand. It was not the first time she had seen that look aimed at her mother by those who were better off. The girl bit her lip nervously. She devoutly hoped that they would be allowed in. Cities meant people. People meant customers and money for her mother. Money and customers meant food.
At the thought of food, the girl’s stomach growled and the fancy lady’s gaze dropped to her. Her gaze bore into the thin little brown haired girl who clung to her mother’s skirts. The girl thought that perhaps the woman’s gaze softened slightly before she raised a gloved hand. “Let them through,” the lady ordered and the door was opened just enough to admit the two of them as darkness fell.
The mother did not even bother to thank the woman and instead pulled her daughter along behind her in search of a bed for the night and a few coins.
They made an indirect path to the city center. Few were individuals with money to burn were still out at this late of an hour. Most had turned in to their homes and returned to their families. Her mother found no one interested in her services this late with shopkeepers or patrons upon Tar Valon’s streets. No vendor was too busy for dinner to be had.
She could tell her mother was getting discouraged and angry by the more vicious yanks on her frail arms as she was pulled along. She was unsure how long they’d been walking in search of a customer- it seemed like forever to a girl whose bellylinings rubbed against each other nonstop- when she suddenly looked up and gasped in amazement.
Her mother, a woman whose life’s toll was written plainly upon her face, was speaking to a potential customer, stiffened and raised her free hand ready to strike if need be. She followed her daughter’s azure-eyed gaze. Her eyes widened as they took in the pristine white tower that shown even in the nearing darkness. The man murmured a decline to the mother’s proposition that was fell on deaf ears. “Now there’s some chaps with some willing coins, I’d bet,” she said decidedly and quickly pulled the girl across the area before the tower, her steps enlivened.
Hopes of a dinner quickly evaporated, however. Although there were a few men out on the grounds, surreptitiously standing or sitting a ways back from several ladies who were dressed as fine as the woman who had allowed them entrance to the city. Many stiffened as they approached and the girl wanted to shrink back under their disapproving stare. Her mother appeared not to notice in the least and approached her first target, a well off gentleman.
It was the girl’s job to remain invisible while her mother made offers, and she knew she would be beaten later for not complying, but she could not look away from the man.
She peered up at her mother and then back at the strange man. Their conversation was ending, she saw, and the man was clearly not interested, nor was the friends he lounged with on the marble bench. Her mother was not happy, she could tell that.
She felt her mom spare her a glance. She felt shivers go down her spine. She’d gotten that sort of glance before.
“Perhaps you gentlemen are they type who are interested in…other sport?” The girl felt her mother’s fingers dig brutally into her shoulder as she resisted being revealed from behind her fabric hiding place. She clenched her jaw to keep from protesting. The last time she had, she’d gotten a beating she had not soon forgotten…after she’d gotten back to her mother.
The girl thought she saw the man’s body stiffen, but it was only momentarily. The pity in his eyes lasted a flash longer. She raised her chin. She didn’t need his sympathy.
A hard heel on cobbled stone drew her attention from the men on the bench. One of the fancily dressed ladies had been eavesdropping on the exchange and dropped down on knee before her. She saw the man on the bench stiffen before the woman’s oval face blocked him out and consumed her vision. The woman’s blue eyes had flecks of purple in them. Soft blond hair that had escaped the bun sitting upon the woman’s crown floated about her face. The planes of her face were hard, but there was something soft in the depth of her eyes.
“What sort of ragamuffin have we here?” the lady asked.
The girl’s mother licked her lips. She obviously had not been prepared for a woman to show interest in her daughter. She overcame it quickly. “Tis mine own,” she gave her head a proud shake. “And if it is your pleasure, you may have her by the half-hour rate or by the hourly rate.” She eyed them men on the bench and licked her lips. “There is also a group rate.” She stoked her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “She’s a talented one.”
“And your name, little one?”
Her mother answered for her, “Biteme, my lady.”
The lady flinched and rose to her feet. Biteme had the impression that the men behind her were both amused and affronted. “What sort of name is that for a child? Certainly not a proper one?” she snapped.
“Tis my name.”
The lady looked down at the girl and the hurt she had inflicted and her eyes softened. “Pardon me, child. I meant no offense.” Her steely gaze locked on the girl’s mother. “And how much is the bidding cost for permanent acquisition?”
“Per-what?” the mother stiffened. The lady’s meaning penetrated and she threw an arm around Biteme, pulling her back. “Tis my own! She is not for sale like some…”
“Cheap prostitute?” the lady ventured, her tone dangerous. She advanced a step to which the mother responded with one in the backwards direction. “Oh Fallen Dove, I am certain you love your child very much,” Biteme was almost certain the lady did not mean it, “but I assure you, both of your welfares will be taken care of with this one proposition.” She motioned with her hand and one of the seemingly idly lounging men on the bench rose to his feet. He moved near enough that she spoke several words that only he heard. As if out of nowhere, at least to Biteme’s wonderment, a plump pouch appeared in the man’s hand. It clinked as it shifted and child and mother’s eyes widened. The lady accepted the pouch and spread the strings and peered inside, making the coins jangle. “What say you? A small fortune in exchange…for a different life’s path for your daughter.”
Biteme felt her mother’s worn nails dig into her shoulders. Possessiveness warred with her inherent need for survival. She was terrified into silence that her mother would choose to abandon her to these strangers like her mother had abandoned her brother Dennis to the wilds of the world. At that moment she hated this woman, this lady, for daring to pull her away from everything she knew.
The mother eyed the purse suspiciously though her hold on her daughter loosened. “You’ll not try to reimpose her back on me?”
The lady raised a brow. “That I surely promise you.”
Her mother paused a terse moment before pushing Biteme forward. She kept her grip on her daughter until her hand curled around the hefty purse.
The lady did not release the bag before the next question that was more a statement of fact was confirmed, “And you will not return here seeking further payment or compensation.”
“Yes,” Biteme glanced up and saw the hunger in her mother’s eye as she felt the coins in her grasp.
Then it was done and the lady gestured to the men and the other ladies who Biteme had not noticed had edge closer to listen in tensely to the conversation. As a flock, they entered the doors of the White Tower. The lady’s skirt hid the girl’s last glimpse of her mother. Her heart beat in her ears. She felt the lady’s fingers curl around her shoulder, guiding her amidst the group.
At the landing of the stairs, two of the ladies and two of the men who had accompanied them into the white castle broke off.
The lady spoke quietly to her, “My name is Bel’kanore a’Del Nor, Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah. This is my Warder, Karnaki Zonfankin.” She did not introduce the other two who followed them. “From this moment on you are to be known as Mir’iam a’Del Nor, my ward and kin.”
Long halls fled by them as the swept down corridor after virtually deserted corridor, turning at what seemed to her to be whim, until she was certain she was lost and would never find her way to the outside world ever again. As the number of halls and turns increased, she had to quell her rising panic. That she would never ever see her mother again what a dark whisper that was just beginning to be heard at the back of her mind.
That and the excursion it took to keep up with the quickly moving grown-ups were taking its toll. Her heart raced and her breathing quickened. Not knowing what would anger the people she now found she would depend upon, she did not want to start the relationship off on the wrong foot and made her breathing as quiet as she possibly could.
More than once, the man at Bel’kanore’s side glanced back at her, but she did not meet his censorious gaze. She was unsure what she had already done, knowing him for such a short time and she did not have the energy to dedicate to pondering what it might be.
She had little warning when all four grown ups drew to a halt. She stumbled over her own legs but kept her feet.
Bel’kanore opened the door they had stopped before and Biteme peered past her curiously. “This is where you will stay tonight, Mir’iam a’Del Nor. In the morning, we shall see.” One slim hand guided the girl into the room.
The door clicked shut behind her and Biteme stood just inside gazing around the lavishly appointed room in amazement. An ornate dark stained oak dresser stood on one wall. On the opposite a stone fireplace jutted out of the wall. A small friendly fire burned within. On the mantle several intriguing objects begged to be investigated further. A few paces back from the fireplace, three high back chairs sat in a conversing circle with the fireplace. She broke from her spot rooted by the door and approached the burgundy red chairs and ran a small hand over the fabric in awe. She had never seen fabrics so rich and soft.
Hushed voices from outside the door gave her pause. She considered a moment that her mother had always warned her not to eavesdrop, especially when she was with a client and more than once Bitme had gotten a thrashing for doing exactly that.
The yearning for insight on her new situation dwarfed the fear of yet another thrashing and she quietly moved on cats-feet and pressed an inquisitive ear to the door. The deep voice that came through she assumed belonged to the man Bel’kanore had named Karnaki Zonfankin. “What do you think you are doing?”
Bel’kanore’s voice was low and steady, “She has the one power. I am saving us the trouble and the some poor souls a mindful of damage if we can’t find her mother again in the future. Did you not notice the thickness of her accent-or the wear of their shoes? The Light knows how far they’ll be able to travel or what horrors that poor child will witness by the time her powers manifest themselves.”
“Daea will never allow you to keep her here.”
Biteme heard the woman sigh. “If she so wishes it, I will foster her to a trustworthy local goodman and goodwife. I would prefer to keep her here for the time being, should her…” Biteme strained to hear the last words as the woman’s voice took a dive in volume but silence met her. “She will, however, keep my name as a keepsake,” her volume returned, startling the girl.
She waited, but there was no vocal response from the Warder, Zonfankin and a short while later she heard their departing footsteps. She waited until she could hear no more from the exterior before turning back to exploring the room. A glowing lamp hung from the center of the room, casting its yellow rays. A window peeked out from behind heavy curtains of the same hue as the chairs. A reflective glass hung above a dressing table. She peered over the lip of the table and marveled at the objects on the dresser-top. She ran her fingers over a silver-white hair comb in wonderment. The retrieved her hand. She wished to explore more, but feared rebuke, or worse, breaking what was not hers. With a wistful sigh, she turned from the table.
Biteme moved her gaze and eeped in delight. Partly hidden behind an airy sky blue curtain was the biggest bed she had ever seen. With a run and jump, she vaulted onto the bed. The soft eiderdown embraced her and enticed her to sleep within its folds.
It did not have to ask twice.
Bel’kanore entered the room a short while later, accompanied by a warm trencher of warm bread, cheese and cold milk. She found her new ward snuggled soundly in the center of her large bed and smiled, setting the food on a bedside table and covering it with the accompany white towel. It would keep until morning and by then the little ruffakin would really be famished.
Te'Keira, Nivenh'Mia and Page (rogasteve's character) go in search of a species that were made at the same time as trollocs and the like but their usefulness was doubted. Genocide attempted but failed when the creatures retreated to the mountain peaks. Niv is a half-breed and seeks to stop them.
....is epic. Relationship wise by the end Justen and Mir'iam are married and bonded. Justen is secretly bonded to Nivenh'Mia. Jeroff is in love with Nivenh'Mia and gives chase when the mercenary bolts
Walking that Line (Not yet titled, subject to change) (Directly follows Dara Gia, at most by a year)
Jasin goes to fetch Mir'iam back to Tar Valon from the Black Tower where she is hiding and helping Justen become an Asha'man, but mostly hiding from the scorn she feels for the White Tower
Wild Cat (Working title, subject to change)
Nivenh'Mia is captured and drug into an underground fighting ring outside of Mais Gaite in Arad Doman. She is given the stage name Nilara.
Jeroff is captured accidentally when his amorous intentions with Nivenh'Mia find him in the middle of a land dispute.
(4 years after Dara Gia)This is Gaidin's thread but Jeroff and Nivenh'Mia have a confrontation in it, meaning they are together for the first time since she literally jumped ship in Dara Gia.
Jeroff goes on a dangerous mission for himself and lovestruck Marianne follows him.
(4.5 years afterDara Gia)Verick(Makien's character), Nivenh'Mia, Justen (still bonded to Niv) and Jeroff(still after Niv). Nivenh'Mia is hired to save the only daughter of Lord and Lady Kaladron. Verick kidnaps and tries to use torture to get the mercenary under his control.
Prisoner 345(untitled followup to Prisoner 123)(Fallout/Aftermath/ Side Effects/ Where the Air is Thin)
Nivenh'Mia, Makien McKnight, Justen Trizidad, Jeroff Trizidad Mak finds Nivenh'MIa quite insane when the agents of the dark catch word that one of their own, Verick, had her and failed and now they want her so she can be rebuilt. But Makien is the one who cut Mad from his bondee and now he's come for revenge
(5.5 years after Dara Gia)A MelThread.
(13 years after Dara Gia)Justen, Jeroff, Nivenh'Mia (pregnant), and Mir'iam stand against Yu Watase and try to repel an attack of the Children of the Light when the soldiers in the fortress are outnumbered.
(Almost 14 years after Dara Gia)Ayrowa (Melly) and Justen find themselves at sea after Justen returns home to Ebou Dar, having realized that he has spent too much time abroad. The close call with the Children is a large reason. His sister-in-law Nivenh'Mia was told at the end of Siege that since Lord and Lady Kaladron's only daughter was killed, that they would be honored to name her their successor. She had Makienne in Do'Saidae before traveling. She is once again at odds with her husband, Jeroff.
(Thread directly follows Barrels) Justen tries to step between Jeroff and Nivenh'Mia to work things out because he does not want ot have to choose between his brother and the woman he was bonded to for several years. He knows them both very well. Also to consider is Ayrowa, who is wanted by the Army.
Rash Plans and Delinquent Quests 2 years after Your Friendly Neighborhood, 16 years after Dara Gia)Justen, without telling his wife, Mir'iam, goes after Yu Watase, seeking revenge for the happenings in Do'Saidae by the Lord Captain Commander.
Fall out and backlash from his attempted assassination of Yu Watase, Lord Captain Commander of the Children of the Light force Justen and Mir'iam to flee to Water Bay Manor with the woman who holds the knowledge of the attempted assassination before it hits the ears of the Amyrln. When Makienne, Jeroff Trizidad and Nivenh'Mia's daughter is stolen from the mansion, the family rallies in an attempt to save the two year old.
Approximately ten years after Your Friendly Neighborhood. The children are all around the age of ten when Justen is called on by Nivenh'Mia to investigate the rumors that her unnamed people are expanding into human terriroty. It will largely be an Ayrowa Justen thread if things go as I want them
Makienne(no last name, Trizidad or Kaladron) has her mother's eyes and skill with the blade and dark brown hair like both parents.
Ayrrowen Trizidad has his father's blond hair and eyes.
Josiarra Trizidad has her mothers heart shaped face and blue eyes and her father's blond hair.
They get together and go for an adventure that gets them in trouble in Tanchico, half a days ride from where Nivenh'Mia and family live in Water Bay Manor.