Saril
Windfinder

When Volt arrived at her room, she was not quite ready. She was pulling her dress on, the one she came to this place in. Volt simply watched curiously, waiting. Glancing around the room, she looked for anything valuable, anything she needed to take with her... But there was nothing. There never was, she didn’t belong here.

“Nobody should be confined to stone walls.” Saril told Volt, running her hand down his beak. He nudged her; she needed to hurry. She pulled on her Novice robe over the top, patting her shoulder to motion to Volt to perch there. He hesitated, she was not his master, but he’d been told to fetch her, so he should probably do what the sea-girl told him.

“The Sedai think they know all about my people.” Saril began to ramble, leaving her room and scurrying down the corridors quietly. “The way we work, the way we trade, the way we weave. Saril’s not even my real name.” She stumbled a little as she felt the first rumble. Volt hopped off her shoulder, tugging at her robes. “Alright, alright! I’ll go faster!”

She arrived at the meeting point just in time to watch the windows blow out on several of the middle floors, fire roaring out of them and scorching the walls. She felt nothing as it burned, she hadn’t been there long enough to truly loathe it. It was only when she spotted Ren running out from the building amongst the other sisters that had so far managed to get out that she realised that, actually, some people were gonna die tonight.

And that she only cared about two people in this blasted place. Na’Wynth and Ren. Even then it was only a little bit...

Ren was coming towards her, her robes a little cindered and her face dashed with soot. “Saril?!”

“What are you doing?!” Saril called, slowly walking towards her. Volt observed from the tree, frowning. “You’re not supposed to be here! I’m-”

“Na’Wynth-”

Volt perched on Saril’s shoulder, clearly interested in the safety of his master. “What about her?”

“You have Volt...” Ren blinked in confusion.

“What about Wynth?”

The little girl swallowed nervously. “She told me to meet her here.”

“Why?”

“Saril...”

“Why?!” She repeated. She glared a little, folding her arms. “Do you even know why we’re meeting here?” There was silence as Ren examined her feet, shuffling them awkwardly. “We’re escaping! And she’s late...”

Saril pulled the girl gently into the cover of the tree, watching the situation unfold. As the Sisters streamed out of the Tower, some fighting each other, some brave (or perhaps foolish) apprentices barged in, awakened by the loud roaring of flames and shrill screams of the girls, to perhaps aid them in their escape or attempt to put out the fire.

No... The Windfinder walked slowly towards the building. It must keep burning...

“Ren, did Wynth follow you?” Saril called over her shoulder.

“N-no...” She stammered quietly. “She went up, I think.”

“Why would she do that?” She turned quickly to face her, her heart beating faster in slight panic. She couldn’t escape without Wynth... “What’s at the top of the Tower?”

“Um... The Aes Sedai...” Ren paused only for a short moment, her eyes widening. “The Keeper of the Chronicles...”

Saril didn’t know what that meant, but she was sure from Ren’s expression that it surely wasn’t a good thing. She’s gonna walk up there... And... Nah, she’s not stupid enough to fight them, is she? She looked at Volt, who was staring up at the top of the Tower. Oh, Wynth...

Saril moved so fast that it startled Volt, who flapped in frustration. She grabbed Ren’s hand and ran towards the Tower, weaving the water from the river to follow them inside. She drenched the ground floor, giving them clear access up the Tower, but also a route for the others to escape.

She heard Ren call her name from behind; she was struggling to keep up. It was warm down here, Saril would have to admit, but it was nothing compared to what she expected above them. “Come on, Leaf. You’ve gotta be brave.”

“That’s what Na’Wynth calls-”

“I know, come on!”

The Windfinder used her watery weaves to help clear the path as far as she could, until the number of girls trying to go down the stairs started to decrease. By now, most were probably outside, with the rest already dead or dying. She stopped suddenly, causing Ren to crash into the back of her.

“W-what are you-” She gasped, trying to get as much real air into her lungs as she could.

“Blocking our exit.” Saril pulled off her robe, laying it on the ground. Frantically, she began clicking her fingers, like she did when she was taught how to set things on fire. But it wasn’t working. She couldn’t keep the weave going long enough to reach it... “Stand close.” She ordered Ren, backing them up towards a window. She opened it, the gentle breeze that meandered in turning into a violent gust of wind, picking up the flames from their path in front of them and throwing them onto her robe. It caught the pictures on the walls to, and the door, doing exactly what she desired.

Ren tugged on her dress, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her robe. Suddenly, with a flash of green, Volt disappeared. They were only half way up, and the things they could hear from above didn’t sound promising. “We have to hurry!”

Burn baby burn, disco inferno! *jiggles*
Asi, just so you know, Saril will continue to try and clear their path with water as far as she can, but I'm guessing there's a bigger blaze further up, so her watery jets will get smaller and smaller until she can't do it anymore :3 WEE TAG~