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The decor of the Yellow Halls was very pretty he supposed. From the Sea Folk made vases, to the old wooden book shelves lined with books which interested him more than the pottery. This very place was one of the main reasons he came here, to study with some of the greatest Healers of his time; the vast collections of knowledge contained within these shelves and others that resided in the Tower.

Despite the typical Aes Sedai attitude, most of the Yellow sisters he'd been introduced to along the way by Raelyn were some of the more self-possessed ones he'd ever heard of. Even the ones that traveled with Lord Rand, with some exceptions of course, seemed a bit more superior that they should. The White Tower, as a whole, as been a good thing for the Kingdoms; but they are not without their own woes or secrets.

Around Raelyn, it was easy to slip back into his older self. Relaxed, open, friendly, and confident, but even still he held onto his Asha'man training more than his former young man's pride. He knew the strength that he held at his command, and what exactly he could do with it. His confidence now stemmed from that, as well as the responsibility that channeling had laid on him. Also his station played a large role in his development into a man.

Being an Asha'man meant that he was a representative of the Lord Dragon, and as a male channeler, many still held to the stigma of the old times before the Cleansing of Saidin. So it was a struggle at times to get others to look past that. Even now there have been weaves developed, or discovered as Ramiel wasn't completely sure which of the two were true, to cleanse a tainted mind. It also contributed to his obvious military discipline and the way he held himself.

Another thing that he took notice of was that Yellow sisters seemed to care more about their appearance. Certainly all of the Aes Sedai he'd seen and talked to so far cared about their appearance, but the yellows... it was something more. It almost commanded attention, but it definitely could have been labeled flamboyant just as easily. Ramiel personally wanted to fit the most positive light he could on it, since his sister was one of them.

Raelyn and his conversations, while pleasant, was by no means revealing of anything. Mostly between the two, they kept the conversations mostly around the common courtesies, although he did go into somewhat greater detail of his route. He would wait until they were in her rooms before revealing anything else that he wanted to keep mostly private.

Still his eyes darted everywhere and onto everyone glancing them over quickly to determine their martial threat to him. These sisters, whom were rumored to be the more gentle of the Aes Sedai were still Aes Sedai. Their claws could be just as sharp as a dagger, they were even probably more dangerous than they were given credit for. It was even easier to harm someone with their knowledge than just raw battle weaves. He kept his face pleasant and welcomed any persons wishing to stop and speak with them while on their way to her apartment.

“So, sister, have you bonded with someone yet?”

Taking hold of Saidin he snaked tendrils of Spirit through the apartments, searching for any other life ghosting about. Before he released his hold, which was the barest amount he required, he wove a web against eavesdropping. Some of his other brothers marked him on the overly cautious side of things, verging on paranoia, but his logic wasn't flawed; when he relaxes his guard is the day that a knife slips between his ribs. He moved with a cat-like grace through the sitting area as he admired her furniture and other items that bespoke of the woman she'd become. The Wheel had spun her a fine fate thus far it seemed.

"With you? No dear sister, I've been victim of your machinations before, and been a conspirator in some. I don't think that I could handle the wheels that turn in your brilliant mind." He would have been a fool to not admit that she was the smarter of the two, and she had humble enough to not toss the fact in his teeth while they were growing up. He trusted her though, and still did, and seeking her counsel while he pursued his studies was another avenue he would use, probably the most frequently.

"I've placed a ward against others listening, " his voice rumbled off his tongue, grinning his lip-sided grin, "so shall we continue with the pleasantries or would you like to go ahead and tell me your conjectures on why I'm here?" He winked at her, his features taking on a wolfish look, "Not that you aren't a real reason. I have missed you something fierce." He moved over to her quickly, dropping all pretenses and embraced her tightly. He held her for an appropriate time before stepping back. " But honestly, Rae, I am really thirsty. Where did you say the wine was?"