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Since some people are a bit confusified (I've been listening to Wicked too much...nah) about the colors of the shawls and who wears what color, I will attempt to clarify. My suggestion is though is if you're still confused, try to find a Wheel of Time fan site or something. They could probably explain it better than I could. But here are the colors:
Red: Ladies of the Red Ajah don't really like guys all that much. Their main mission is to hunt down men who can use saidin, the male half of the One Power, and gentle them. Gentling is done to men and prevents the man in question from using the One Power. Women are stilled and the effect is the same. They can sense saidar/saidin but they can't use it. People stilled or gentled tend to die/give up on life. Reds also refuse to bond to Warders.
Gray: Grays are considered mediators and usually help with treaties.
White: Whites are your philosophers. They avoid the world and worldly knowledge in their pursuit of truth.
Brown:The Brown Ajah seek and preserve knowledge. They are responsible for keeping the library of the Tower and are always obtaining new books.
Yellow:Yellow sisters are devoted to Healing sickness and injuries as well as finding new cures and methods for Healing with the One Power.
Blue: Perhaps the most influential of the Ajahs even if they are the smallest (the Red Ajah is the largest). Blues focus on championing worthy causes (by Aes Sedai standards of course) and to promote justice. They are skilled at political maneuvering and more Amyrlins have been raised from the Blues than any other Ajah.
Green: The Battle Ajah. Greens train for Tarmon Gai'don, the Last Battle with the Dark One. They are fierce fighters of Shadowspawn and are known for their appreciation of men. Greens do not limit themselves to one or no Warders. They will sometimes be bonded to two or more Warders at a time.
The different Ajahs will wear a shawl that reflect the Ajah they belong to (Reds wear red shawls, Blues blue, etc.). Only the Amyrlin wears a multicolored shawl that signifies she belongs to all Ajahs. Second-in-command to the Amyrlin is the Keeper of the Chronicles, who is usually raised from the same Ajah as the Amyrlin.
Hope that clears up the color confusion of the Ajahs.
I am currently up to seven pages on my research paper, which means at the least I have five more pages to write, at the most eight so I might not be updating in the next few days. Sorry if it bums anyone out.
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Sam stood on the battlements of the White Tower, staring towards the north. It had been a week since she had been raised to the shawl and she was still learning much about the Green Ajah.
She didn't jump when a familiar person came up beside her. "Congratulations on being raised Samantha," Moiraine said.
Sam smiled. "Thanks," she said. "I'm just happy now because I can go to the Blight and try to fix the Stargate."
"Samantha, you can never return to the Blight. Entire armies have gone into the Blight and only a handful of men will return. You need to find another way home."
"Moiraine, I have been here for a year and a half. I miss my friends, my family, the people I left behind on Earth. I have to return to them," Sam said. "They need me."
Moiraine looked up at Sam. "I'm not saying you shouldn't find a way Samantha, but going back to the Blight is suicide, even for an Aes Sedai."
"There is no other way," Sam muttered.
"That might not be entirely true," Moiraine said. Sam looked at the small woman. "When you first arrived here, I was ordered by the Amyrlin to find out if your tale was true. People were told to spy on you to find out your true motives."
"What did you learn?" Sam asked neutrally, angry that she had been investigated and spied upon.
"That you are not a Darkfriend or Shadowspawn."
"So you don't believe I'm from another planet?" Sam asked.
"You have to admit, it is hard to accept."
"I know. But it's the truth. I'm from a planet called Earth. I took the Three Oaths so you know I have to be telling you the truth," Sam said.
"I know," Moiraine agreed. "And I am sorry I doubted you."
Sam nodded and stared at the twilight sky. "Are you any good with dreams?" she suddenly asked.
"Not entirely. Why?" Moiraine asked.
"I just…nothing," Sam muttered.
"I give you my word to not tell anyone," Moiraine said. "I swear it."
"Is it possible for people to meet in dreams?" Sam after several moments.
Moiraine frowned in thought for several minutes. "I honestly do not know. Hardly any sister knows about dreams other than what everyone else knows. But there are tales of the Wise Women of the Aiel being able to walk in dreams."
"But to go to them I'd have to go to the Aiel Waste," Sam said.
"You are Aes Sedai now Samantha. You can go wherever you wish," Moiraine reminded her.
Sam nodded. "Then as soon as I can, I'm off to the Aiel Waste." She smiled at her friend. "Thanks Moiraine. Good night."
"Pleasant dreams," Moiraine said as Sam disappeared into the Tower.
Sam walked past several novices and Accepted before entering the Hall of the Green Ajah. Swords were etched into the stonewalls and swords ofgold and silver were inlayed in the marble floor. Green banners decorated the rest of the walls and hung from the ceiling. Sam nodded to a few of the sisters, some of whom she knew as Accepted when she was a novice, and walked into her room.
She changed into her bedclothes and crawled under the warm covers. "Maybe the Aiel know something about the Stargate," Sam yawned and began dozing off to sleep.
Jack frowned when he found himself on the battlements of a large white tower. He could see for miles in all directions. He walked to the edge and looked down at the strange island city.
"It's Tar Valon," a voice said and he smiled as he turned around.
"So is this where you are?" he asked as Sam walked over to him.
"It's a small part of the world I'm on," she said. "The land I first saw was a barren wasteland where the trees and plant life try to kill you."
"I've missed you," Jack said suddenly.
Sam smiled. "I've missed you too. I'm still trying to find a way home, but it's proving a bit more difficult than I first thought."
Jack grinned. "More difficult than blowing up a sun?"
Sam smiled. "Yes, actually. I'm trying to find if this world has a second Stargate on it. Now that I have some knowledge of this world, I should find out somewhat quickly," she said.
"I just wish we knew the Gate address because we could fly a ship out to you and spirit you away. Or stay with you," Jack said.
Sam frowned. "Is everything okay?"
"Things could be better, but they're not dire." Jack looked out over the land as the sun slowly rose. "This is a beautiful place though. I wouldn't mind staying here."
Sam rested her head against his chest, his arms loosely around her waist. "This world has its moments." They looked into each other's eyes and leaned in to kiss…
Jack yawned as he sat down on the infirmary bed, kicking his feet back and forth like a kid as he waited for Janet. The petite doctor walked over and arched a brow at the tired looking Colonel.
"You sleeping okay sir?" she asked as she began the pre-mission exam.
"Eh, just been having some weird dreams is all," he replied.
"Want to talk about them?" Janet asked.
"Nope," Jack answered. "They're kinda personal," he added, remembering how Dream Sam had kissed him gently and passionately.
Janet nodded in understanding, having an inkling on which person the dreams dealt with. "How's Captain Hailey doing on SG-1?"
"She's a four foot nine fighting machine," Jack replied. "She would've made Carter proud." Janet nodded and finished the rest of the test in silence.
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