Rigby Eilandh

Played by: Raly

Short but capable, Rigby makes up for her lack of stature with a booming personality. She is very loud, quick to laughter and doesn't often hesitate to give an opinion. Her hair is brown and wavy, always worn in a bouncing ponytail. She has hazel eyes and charm, having never found difficulty making friends and fitting in. She's quick with a joke and happy to talk to just about anyone but she says very little about herself. Many would be surprised to learn Calmon's bonded her, for while she's often seen in his company she never mentions it to anyone. She's an intensely private person but that's never stopped her from prying into the personal lives of others. Often found in the Inn enjoying a drink, Rigby's developed a habit for sitting down and talking to anyone at random.

Total Points: 1370

When he sees her, she is on the road.

It is easy enough to decipher what has occurred here. The two men had seen nothing more than a lone traveller, a small woman who likely didn’t have much in the way of coin. She carried a quarterstaff and a backpack and they must have thought her an easy mark. What little she may possess was still something, and they were clearly the type to take advantage where they could.

They had miscalculated.

She stands triumphant in the harsh sunlight of the plains of Moredo. The butt of her staff is wedged into the ground between the two men, lying prone on the well-trodden pathway. She leans on it, grinning down at them.

He cannot hear her words, merely watches from the distance.

Her style had been sloppy but quick. She fought with a passion and vigour he could see plainly from down the road. Her staff was an extension of her body, her instincts excellent…

From beside him, his bondmate watches her as well.

“She would do well to protect an Aes Sedai someday.” She comments, as emotionless and serene as any of her position.

He doesn’t take his eyes from the figure down the road, merely murmuring wordless assent.

“We shall take her with us, then.”

A decision made, a choice they would provide. The Shadow encroaches with every breath, every fighter they could train would be welcome… and this girl, with her chestnut hair and quarterstaff had the potential to be a master of her weapon.

Warder training is difficult, his own trials may be decades in the past but as they approach the girl he thinks he sees a strength in her eyes that sparks something familiar in him.

His bondmate merely smiles and introduces herself.

The girl’s laughter is loud and quick, her grin wide. “Warder training? Me?” She chuckles again and he can feel his bondmate’s envy at her easy humour.

“We saw you fight.” Is all she says.

Another laugh. “Those two were nothin’. Wanted to take my purse, I got theirs instead.”

“Still impressive.”

The girl looks incredulous. “You’re not joking are you? You think I could train to be a warder?”

“You could train the art of your weapon.” He corrects, smoothly. The disposition required to protect and serve an Aes Sedai was a skill that could only be learned after years around the sisters. Perhaps, in time this girl would be prepared, but for now… weapons training.

She turns her grin on him, eyes sparkling. “I’ve never been trained, not really. Just figured it out on my own, I suppose.” A pause, as if making the monumental decision in moments. “Well, okay! Why not?”

“We are headed to Tar Valon now, child.” His bondmate indicates down the road. “Join us and we will take you to the master of Arms.”

While flabbergasted, the girl seems to at least know the weight of the honour they have bestowed upon her. “Well sure!” The slightest hint of wavering, a flicker in her eyes before she looks off to the west. “Just don’t make me go to Cairhien.”

And so it is done.