Djista lay on her narrow bed in the stark little room she had recently come to occupy. Through the small hole in the wall beside her, she could hear the soft weeping of the Novice next door. Djista felt like crying too, but what good would it do? There was nothing in the room to remind her of home - but perhaps that was for the best, all things considered. She couldn't go home to Kandor - her father, a soldier named Daran Andrakis, was dead and her mother, Aryl, had an almost instinctive distrust of anything relating to the One Power. She had made arrangements to pack her daughter off to train as Aes Sedai almost as soon as Djista's ability was revealed. Her mother's sudden suspicious and cold attitude had hurt Djista and angered her almost beyond belief. Their parting had been bitter, and she knew that returning home was not an option - now or ever. The journey to Tar Valon had been miserable and her first weeks in the Tower of Wyrd even more so. She was reluctant to learn because channelling had alienated her from her family, but she knew that if she refused to try, her ignorance would kill her.
She had no control over her future - no choices - and she hated it!
Becoming humble and obedient was going to be a hard task, but one which the Aes Sedai were adamant that she learn. A scowling and hot-tempered attitude was definitely getting her nowhere, Djista reflected, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. The Mistress of Novices in particular was not impressed by her behaviour.
Perhaps she should try to be more co-operative. If she was going to be Aes Sedai, there was no point in fighting them. Tomorrow she resolved that she would make a determined effort to learn - maybe then she would be trained in Fire, the element for which she had a natural affinity. Maybe she would make some friends too. And with that thought, Djista fell asleep.
Other details: Djista is 17, Kandori, 5'9" tall, with black hair and blue-green eyes.