[h1][center] Sena Fenne of the Blue Ajah [/center][/h1]
[h2][center]Manetheren[/center][/h2]

	The first rays of light crept in past the curtains, lighting up the off-white pages of the book in Sena’s hand. The candle on the table beside her had become obsolete with the coming of morning. Her red hair was a mess; the knots tumbled around her shoulders from the tossing and turning she had done the previous night. With first light, Sena slipped a piece of paper into the book to mark her page and set it aside. She had read the history book before, but found it easier to practice by re-reading texts she had seen before. The woman still found herself needing to practice in order to keep her literacy. Not only did she learn to read later in life, but when she did, she found it exceedingly difficult to decipher. 

	In the short time since she had arrived at Manetheren, there had been no attacks. She found herself ridden with insomnia even though she felt confident in her battle spells. The Aes Sedai had rarely fought anyone except in practice, and had never experienced anything akin to a full battle. Trollocs, she had seen before, but for some reason, she found herself plagued by fear at the idea of her first battle. 

	She removed her cotton nightgown and hung it over the board on her bed. Her room was modest and private due to her status, but she had denied being waited on by any servants. She was used to keeping care of herself and disliked it when someone else took over. It was nothing new to her, after being raised on a farm. One of the things she enjoyed most since having become Aes Sedai was the ability to dress well. She took out a gray-blue silky dress which wasn’t very form-fitting and draped it over herself before sitting down in front of her mirror to tackle the knots in her hair. 

	After that endeavor was finished, it was mid-morning. She donned her jewellery and blue stockings in honor of her Ajah in preparation of heading out of her room. She piled together the trash and tray she had eaten her breakfast from and placed it on a small table beside her door for a servant to pick up, and added her nightdress to be washed. She didn’t like having people, even servants, snoop too deeply into her things, so she made it easier on them to not have to look around very much. 
Sena considered briefly heading to the library to continue her practice reading, or perhaps read something new on battle weaves, but decided she had done enough reading for one morning. Instead, she sought to alleviate her misgivings about the likely impending attack and find somewhere to get practical exercise with her weaving. 

	Halfway down the stone corridor, already unsure of where she was going to do such a thing, she realized that it would be unadvisable to wear herself out, as there always seemed to be a threat of Trollocs in this place. Instead, she turned for the main hall, intending to perhaps catch a second breakfast before they stopped serving it. She would consider the benefits of practicing her weaves on a small scale while she ate, the Aes Sedai decided. It wouldn’t be fitting if she were to do something unwise which may reflect badly on her, or the Blue Ajah, after all.