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Name: Sonora Remea
Pronunciation: So-ore-uh Rame-ee-uh
Age: 24
Nationality: Caemlyn
Ajah: Blue
Position: Head of the Brown Ajah
Talents: Listening to the Wind, Dreamwalking
Warder: Available

Mental and Physical Description:
Sonora is short, perhaps barely touching upon four feet, eleven inches. Her hair is the color of china gold, and her eyes are violet, and considered too large. She has a small nose, and elegantly high cheekbones. She has a very thin form and is rather shy. She doesn't say much, and many suppose she should have chosen the White Ajah for her cool personality.

Biography:
Sonora came from a high-ranking house in Caemlyn. Her parents left her alone quite often growing up so they could rub shoulders with richer folk. Sonora spent her childhood years at home where she established her love for writing and art.

She was drawn to the Tower at the age of thirteen, afraid of what might become of her. Her parents broke her heart when they weren't around to tell her goodbye. Deep in her heart, she knew she would never forgive them for ignoring her. She vowed that she would make them see who she was, someday.

Tower life for Sonora was difficult, and she had to endure over and over how different she was. She was quiet, dramatically different from the other Noble girls that came. Sonora kept to herself, silent while working, which earned her the respect of many Aes Sedai. She did make two friends though, Novalea Waveflame and Allinore Kayberna.

Upon being raised to Aes Sedai, Sonora returned breifly to Caemlyn to visit her parents. They burned her once again, spouting about how worthless she was, and how she would never amount to anything more than a Tar Valon witch. Tortured yet again and feeling mis understood, Sonora returned to Tar Valon where she began to research the death of the Dragon Reborn.

Audition Piece:

The dreams had been coming more frequently of late. Even if Sonora tried to avoid sleep, her body grew weary. Then, as soon as she laid her head upon the feather pillow, she slipped into her mind and a reign of terror. Now, she avoided even looking at the comfortable feather matress as she stared out at the glittering stars. The dreams were still fragrant in her mind, and she had no desire to meet with them again. Smoothing a few wrinkles in her purple silk dress, she stood up and headed for the door.

The night was filled with silence, which seemed forboding despite the peace it usually brought her. She sighed, her emotions hidden behind an Aes Sedai mask. So much had she to say, but no one to say it to. Longing filled her being near to bursting, and yet there was no relief. It was as though she were struggling through something thick in consistancy. For a moment, her bothered frown slipped through, and she had to catch it before it became a look of irritation. She had things to do, and only so long to do them.

Muttering under her breath, she walked swiftly toward the Library. It would be abandoned this time of night, but at least she would have the peace and quiet she would need for her studied. Blood and Bloody Ashes, what am I thinking of?! She snarled at herself. Still, she wanted to read about the Aiel War, and of the Forsaken, which was best to read about in private. Even thinking about one of the Forsaken was decisively uncomfortable, even for an Aes Sedai. She opened the door to the Library and slipped inside.

The bookshelved lined the room, enclosed by the dark. Channeling, Sonora used fire to alight the lamps. Light flooded the room and for an instant, she felt more secure. Still, she had better get cracking. She slipped over to the back shelves, filled with books on things no one understood. There were entire volumes explaining the dangers of the Forsaken, which summed up to absolutly nothing. Hardly anything was legitimate information, and the things that WERE true she had learned as a Novice. Still, there had to be SOMETHING here somewhere.

Her hands brushed against an unmarked cover and she halted for reasons even she could not understand. Muttering only a little about the vast amount of dust, she pulled it gently from the shelf and wiped off a bit of the filth with her opposite hand. There was no title, and for some reason, she didn't feel there should be. She carried the heavy book over to one of the tables and sat down, placing it carefully in front of her. Her hand felt shaky and she had to force herself to breathe, to place her hand lightly on the book and pull open the cover. Something was important inside the cover, and she knew it.

The pages were worn and old, but it couldn't have been more than twenty years aged itself. Sonora frowned at the smeared ink on some of the words, wondering if perhaps it had been written in haste. Then, in surprise, she realized it was a journal. Large violet eyes scanned the words and she gasped, drawing back slightly from the book in complete surprise. It was the journal of an Aes Sedai, by the name of Morghan. She had written everything from the start of her journey, to her arrival in the Two Rivers. She wrote of her experiances with the young Dragon Reborn and his parents.

Sonora was enthralled with the writing that was available to her sightss. She realized soon enough that Morghan had been present the night of the killing, and she had compiled information on what she supposed had happened.

"I know only that the entire family is dead. The house has been burned and there is no trace of anything suspicion. That is what I KNOW, what I suppose is different. I have my doubts that the cause of death was natural. I believe that the family was killed. The parents got in the way of the killing of the young Dragon Reborn, and were destroyed as well. There is no one more cunning to do this than one of the Forsaken. I suspect it may be Arastra, but we cannot be certain. All I know is that something strange is happening in the world."

Sonora snapped the book cover shut abruptly, feeling awestruck. So the Dragon REborn HAD been assasinated, just as the White Tower feared. She had chosen the Blue Ajah so she could research this very topic, and now she had no purpose. The Dragon was dead, and the Forsaken were slowly breaking loose. With a shiver, she rose from her chair and exited the library, the heavy book under one arm. She wanted to read it, in full again. Perhaps she could do that, instead od sleep tonight.

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