EVENT: Farida comes to Marith with a piece of paper. This paper seems to 
contain some dangers information.
DATE: January 29, 1999
LOGGER: Marith

Small Copse: Forest, Stedding Maotai
	The first thing noticed when entering the copse is the oddly placed well 
sitting right in the middle. The next odd thing that might be discovered are 
the tiny windows placed within several of the mounds, looking down in what 
seems to be some living area. Great Trees, beech, apple and many others, appear 
to surround the area, offering protection against the dangers of the forest.
	Smells of baking bread, vegetables and other delicious foods appear to 
perfume the air, coming from the grassy hills, as Ogier prepare their midday 
meal. High above the sky the sun floats over the copse, it's rays beaming down 
brightly. Everything seems at peace and restful as spring arrives, bringing 
with it a sense of happiness and rebirth. Mounds of flowers and grasses appear 
on top of the small hills covering them with a colorful myriad of perfumed 
wildflowers. A well, worn path leads toward the south, heading in the direction 
of what seems to be a forest clearing.
                                                      
Contents:
Darius
Farida
Rasad

Rasad is sitting in the curve of a branch, feet dangling down as he plays his 
flute watching the various happening of the copse from his perch.

Marith walks out of the woods with a group of Ogier, speaking in low tones 
about various matters of 'state' so to speak. Marith's ears are twitching 
violently, as if not agreeing with the current topic of conversation.

Farida is waiting for Marith obviously, completely ignoring the others and she 
definitely does not look like she is feeling at ease in the groove. When her 
eyes fall on Marith she calmly makes her way over to her, better to show the 
Ogier lazyness some respect.

The strains of the flute trail off, as Rasad watches Farida approach Marith. 
Eyes following the scene, as he quietly observes.

Darius wanders over to settle against a tree, alone, and pulls out a smooth 
piece of round wood. He holds it loosely in one hand, rubbing the front.

Farida comes to an halt some distance from the group and she slants her head, 
waiting patiently for the Ogier to have finished business with the Eldest. 
Again the Tuatha'an can notice that when she is on a place with a person who 
has authority and knowledge about it she is filled with respect and not going 
to do anything which could be interpretated as rude.

"Absolutely -not-." The Eldest speaks firmly on some matter. One of the other 
Ogier points out to her that a visitor is approaching. She stops her 
converation and turns her full attention on Farida, however the Eldest is no 
less upset than she was before.

"Your name rings my ears as your presence is like a firm breeze rolling through 
the trees." Farida's hesistant voice stotters more than once at this made up 
greeting but above the veil covering the majority of her face her eyes are 
looking unblinkingly at Marith. "Eldest, I was wondering wether you would be 
willing to do me a favour."

A slightly vexxed look passes Marith's features as yet another person marrs the 
saying. She quickly smoothes it over however, lest she be viewed less than 
calm. Marith nods her head, then murmurs, "Your name -sings- in my hears, 
Mistress Farida." She gently corrects, her words a soft rumble to those with 
Ogier ears - to humans, an attempt at leveling her voice to their sound level.

Marith pauses a moment as she considers the woman, just realizing she almost 
missed the question in her vexation, "That would depend on the favor that you 
ask, Mistress. I would be a fool if I said yes before I knew what it was you 
wanted."

Farida winces and nods, eyes now looking down before she corrects herself, 
"Your name sings in my hears Eldest Marith, I apologise." She shakes her head 
slightly and then nods, the exact opposite, with a faint laugh, "Very wise 
Eldest, I would like you or some one else translate a letter which recently 
came into my possession, it is written in the Ogier language which I do not 
know."

Marith lifts a brow slightly at Farida's words, her ears twitching back and 
forth. A curious expression lines her eyes, "Indeed? And how do you know if is 
of our language and not just a piece of paper with pictures?" Marith questions 
the young woman's words.

"Because I have seen papers with your language before, usually maps" a huge 
blush covers Farida's cheeks which even the veil can't hide. But she has 
noticed the curiosity but instead of taking advantage of it she merely adds, 
"There is.. another thing about this though Eldest."

Darius glances up at Farida and Marith, listening carefully. Again, the 
mysterious letter.

"I would see this piece of paper," Eldest Marith murmurs, nodding her head to 
Darius as she notices his arrival finally. She holds out her hand expectantly 
to the atha'an miera woman, eyes expectant. A questioning gaze enters them as 
the woman adds more to the pile, "And what would this 'other' thing be, 
Mistress?"

"Well" Farida's hands are folded in and out slowly but prove her to be rather 
nervous. "When I got this letter in my possession there were people after me 
who wished to... harm me" her voice lowers to a whisper which hopefully only 
the Ogier woman can hear. "Translation it might help me understand those 
people's causes better, but while I am willing to take the risk of going after 
them I do not wish to bring harm to you or any other Ogier who translates it. 
No that it's a great or very possible risk" she quickly adds.

Marith continues to hold out her hand expectantly, "I will decide whether or 
not the risk was worth it only after I see this piece of paper and see if it is 
indeed Ogier Script first."

Farida nods slowly and then slowly lets her hands dive into her robe, it's 
quite easuy to have such a wide bodice with many folds, easy to get. Quicker 
she grabs the roll and then hands it to the Ogier, quickly to make srue she 
won't change her mind.

Marith takes the rolled up parchment from Farida, carefully unrolling it. Her 
eyes even more carefully scan over the information presented there.

NOTE: Farida paged that it was an old letter in Ogier Script where a 
ter'angreal was described, along with the history and what it can do. The 
letter stated that it was an object that could only be used by male channelers, 
designed to call up Storms - in other words something that could be used for 
destruction. It also describes that it's tainted like the Ways which were 
created from Saidin. Female channelers feel uneasy when within it's presence. 

Farida lays her arms over eachother beneath her breasts and she tightens them 
more the longer the time passes, her eyes are on the woman who reads and she 
waits in anticipation.

Rasad is on the edge of seat, well the edge of his branch rather, watching the 
unfoling drama avidly, his overcome with curiousty about the letter.

An outward sign if irritation flares, as Marith's ears start to twitch back and 
forth furiously. This is the excited, frantic sort rather than the annoyed 
sort. She glances up at Farida, eyes wide, "Where is the object that went with 
this parchment?" Her words are nervous and demanding, urgent more like.

Darius blinks at the aggitation of Marith, and leans foreward, more interested.

"/The/ object?" Judging from the fair amount or surprise in Farida's voice she 
expected it to go about more objects but then she blushes and at once lowers 
her voice, very aware of the fact that people are listening and she looks over 
her shoulder rather nervously but she then quickly answers. "The ones who were 
behind me they... took it."

That answer does not seem to satisfy Marith at all, "Yes, the object. There is 
only one mentioned here." Marith turns the parchment over, just in case she 
missed something. Seeing that she did not Marith turns expectant and demanding 
eyes one more on Farida, "In the hands of the -wrong- person that thing can be 
quite dangerous."

Darius leans foreward, definetly interested now. His grey eyes focus on the 
scene, and someone near him could see his fingers twitching for paper and pen.

Farida cringes in herself, bending forward and downwards much like a scared 
puppy who is being berated by the leader of the wolfpack. "I.... I will take it 
back if possible. But I could not stop them... no I couldn't."

Farida shakes her head vehemently as if the memories of that painfull event are 
being displayed in front of her eyes again.

The Eldest's voice makes an attempt at being soothing - though not very well 
for a woman who's voice rumbles to a human despite her best efforts, "No... 
no... you could not have known." Marith shakes her head from side to side, 
"Light, lets just hope they do not know either." She pauses a moment in her 
thoughts, reaching out absently with a hand to comfort Farida as she would her 
own daughter, Clara. "By the Trees and stillness let them not figure it out. In 
the hands of a woman, the object is harmless, but should they find a man that 
knows how to channel..." She shakes her head, letting her words trail off as if 
to indicate what type of object she's talking about; a ter'angreal, one more 
specifically keyed to a male channeler.

Darius blinks, and files that information away. "A man that could channell..."

Marith's eyes go to Darius as he speaks, then comments, "During the time of the 
Breaking, and just before it, the Stedding housed many a male channelers 
because they cannot channel here. If they could not channel, then the madness 
and rotting disease that came with teh taint was stopped. Unfortunately, they 
could not live here forever. Some, I remember my grand mother telling me, 
thought they would die from the madness of not being able to channel before the 
madness of the taint, for they were unable to even sense the Power, much less 
touch it."

This touch actually seems to strengthen Farida and she straightens her back 
again, looking up at the woman and she simply stares in disbelieve, "It... is 
for men?" she shakes her head in disbelieve and then only murmers

Farida whispers "I could feel it, I could feel it, it made me feel sick."

Marith turns her attention back to Farida, "If what this parchment says, it 
is." The Eldest nods her head, eyes saddened, though her tufted ears not 
twitching any less aggitatedly than before, "And one that can cause some 
serious havoc on the weather system..." This news does not seem to make Marith 
any more happy than she was before, in fact she seems more wilted, "We can not 
afford to have it get into the wrong hands..." She worries aloud, looking 
toward a group of Elders clumped together. No doubt, there'll be a stump 
meeting called about this sometime soon.

Darius nods quietly to himself, having heard of that debate from long time ago. 
Standing, he brushes his clothing off, waiting for the Eldest and Farida to 
finish.

You hear a thump, as Rasad's feet hit the ground as he jumps down from his 
perch in the tree. He makes his way toward Farida dn Marith, and says. "Though 
the wagon's can do little to retrieve the item, we might help in its finding. 
The world is our home and if you can get a wagon there we have been there. 
Perhaps I could pass around a description of these men and this object, 
discretely."

Marith turns her attention to Rasad. She reads over what the object looks like 
in the letter, then looks to Farida for the rest of the information, unable to 
supply that.

Farida now stops her idiotic behaviour and takes in a deep breath and nods, 
looking at Marith and then at the others, notacibly at Darius who is lectured 
like this. Now she speaks up, "I have reasons to believe that those who were 
behind it knew what it could mean, they have killed too many people for it." 
Her eyes are lowered down to watch the ground, "too many people already, no 
need for this to be spread throughout the lands, I doubt it will be find 
there." Now she lifts up her face, her last words spoken aloud so others can 
hear she cannot describe this object further, simply because she does not wish 
this to be. "I thank you for your help Mahdi, but I am afraid you will only 
bring attention to yourself and you will not find it."

Farida's voice is so sad, so lonely.

Rasad reaches out a hand to place it on Farida's shoulder, giving it a warm 
friendly squeeze. "If you don't think it to be found there? Where then?" He 
looks thoughtful, and his grin widens slightly. "I am a Tinker through and 
through, and attention is something I don't mind at all. What happens happens, 
that is the Way, but you are a friend, and it is not in me or my people to just 
let you drift in the wind, let us anchor you."

Marith's tufted ears continue to twitch. "Mistress Farida.... on the account 
that perhaps these people do not know what this object can do, would you be 
adverse to the Ogier holding onto this piece of parchment to make certain it 
stays safe and out of harms way?"

Farida's smile is rather shaky and her eyes are filled with tears when she 
looks directly up into Rasad's face but she nods bravely, "I must thank you for 
your kindness Mahdi, if I would have to stay on the land all my life I would 
gladly travel with you and your people." It's now her hand who moves up and she 
places it upon his and she gently lifts it away from her shoulder, "But I 
cannot ask you to do something like that." Yet she does not release her grip, 
merely turns her head to face Marith and one can see doubt written on her face. 
"While I wouldn't have troubles with the original parchment staying in the 
Stedding I would rather have a translation of it in the common language to show 
as proof to several people if needed be."

Rasad frowns, that sounds awfully dangerous, and he does give Farida'a hand a 
gentle squeeze, as he watches the Eldest for reaction.

The Eldests ears twitch back and forth at this request, and the Eldest appears 
to frown a bit, "I think that would be more dangerous, Mistress, than our 
keeping the original parchment. I do not think the other Elders would agree to 
such a thing either. Telling someone how to use a dangerous object is just as 
bad as giving them a dangerous object to figure out on their own, if not 
worse."

Darius stands patiently off to the side, filling all of this away for later 
speaking.

Farida slants her head, "If I would tell you exactly how many people were 
killed to retrieve this information, there is a fairly large change that you 
would share my opinion that they already know where and how to use it." A 
placid tone accompanies her words but Rasad can feel how she nearly crushes his 
hand with her touch. "It seems I am to travel back to stop them, but to do that 
I need evidence."

Farida tries to hide the shivers in her voice but she doesn't really succeed in 
that.

Darius clears his throat. "Erm... Mistress Farida..."

Rasad frowns slightly and asks with a good degree of worry in his voice. "And 
how are you, just a snip of a girl, going to go stop these killers? With words 
and papers/"

Marith hands the original parchment back to Farida, shaking her head from side 
to side, "Then I can not help you. What you propose is not only dangerous, but 
a decision made out of haste. I will not have my Ogier transcribe something so 
-others- who are possibly equally dangerous and not know how this object works 
can steal it away and -discover- it's exact uses." Sadness seems to ring with 
Marith's eyes, "And further, that sort of decision would require a full meeting 
of the Stump."

Darius' words are drawing Farida's attention when Rasad's insult makes her look 
at him, and brown eyes flicker up angrily, annoyed even at this sight. "That is 
my business isn't it?" cool and reversed she is, as she was earlier this week, 
this changes however at the words of the Eldest. Although she accepts the 
parchent she watches it, "Maybe you are right, and I could have spoken in 
haste. I will wait a while to think this over. But if possible, if you have any 
other information about related topics I would very much like to get to know 
them better."

"You may ask our scholars about all which you need. I will be traveling away 
from the Stedding soon to help wit the rebuilding of Alindaer in Tar Valon. 
Perhaps you could bring it to the attention of the Aes Sedai there. I hear they 
are interested in perserving such objects from such dangerous people, and 
curious as to how they were created." Marith comments quietly, "But that is 
only as suggestion and not one you need take. If I am gone by the time you 
decide, you may speak with Elder Kaliel. Grouch though he may be, he does have 
the Stedding's best interests at heart."

Darius' fingers fidget slightly, as he waits patiently.

The gasp with which Farida takes a large sip of the oxygen around her is easily 
heard by even the people furthest away from her and her boll cheeks only show 
that she nearly forgets how to breath, as if she is more than a little 
frightened at something Marith said. When she speaks though she only nods, "I 
have met Elder Kaliel, I rather like him and I will follow his lead."

Marith's thin brows raise at Farida's gasp and her reaction to what she speaks. 
A small frown comes to Marith's features, though she does not question the 
woman on her reactions. "Then I wish you luck in your endeavor, Mistress 
Farida." She turns her attention to Darius, then murmurs, "I believe Master 
Darius wished to speak with you as well. When you make your decision about the 
parchment, please let Elder Kaliel know. He'll send me a pigeon should I be 
away."

Darius erms, and brushes at his coat's hem a bit. "Yes. I couldn't help but 
overhear some of what you and Mistress Farida were saying, Eldest. And I was 
just going to say... well, if I could bring a copy of the parchament to the 
Tower, I'm sure they would strike out. The Red Ajah, just because a man 
channeling could be involved, while the Browns for a ter'angreal. And the Tower 
would be the safest place for an object of the danger you have described..."

Farida giggles suddenly, "I will be sure to let him know as I will not leave 
without saying goodbye nor will I hand the parchment to anyone else but him." 
Those eyes sparkle with a lit fire which remains there even when she hears 
Darius and now she turns towards the man who now approaches her and at once her 
expression freezes. "I thank you for your words master Darius, and while I am 
sure that they are true I do not like the idea of giong to Tar Valon very much. 
But I am rather sure that you will tell them about this conversation anyway."

Darius scratches his check as he turns to Farida. "To be blunt, I will. 
Anything this dangerous needs to be led by the Tower."

"So long as they do not do things in haste." Marith comments, turning her eyes 
to Darius, "This is a matter for the Stedding as well, since the man left the 
item in our care."

Darius bows to Marith. "Of course, Eldest. I will leave things in wiser hands 
then mine. But the Tower will be told."

"If you all will excuse me, I have preparations to finish making before I must 
leave for the city." With that Marith starts to back away from the group, 
heading back to her own hovel in the ground.

Farida all but ignores Darius and simply watches the exchange between him and 
the Eldest, this is as she expected, why would she further make any words dirty 
about it? Not only this, but she also does not want to show disagreement but a 
line can be spotted between her brows by those with sharp eyes. "I thank you 
for your advise and help Eldest Marith."

Marith nods once to Farida, "The blessing of the Light and stillness upon you, 
Mistress Farida. You are welcome." With that the Eldest disappears into her own 
home.