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To Be Green:

First you must love men. I don’t mean be in love with them, but love them. Not like the Blue, who merely likes men, so long as they share her causes and do not get in her way. And certainly not like the Red, who despises them as if every one of them were responsible for the Breaking. And not like a White, who has no room in her for any passions at all. Browns seek knowledge, Blues meddle in causes, and Whites consider the questions of truth with implacable logic. We all do some of it of course. But to be a Green means to stand ready. In the Trolloc Wars, we were often called the Battle Ajah. All Aes Sedai helped where and when they could, but the Green Ajah alone was always with the armies, in almost every battle. We were the counter to the Dreadlords. The Battle Ajah. And now we stand ready, for the Trollocs to come South again, for Tarmon Gai’don, the Last Battle. We will be there. That is what it means to be Green.

- Alanna Mosvani

Official ter’angreal of the Green Ajah:

Sitting on the edge of her bed at an inn called The Wild Boar, she examined the smooth rod by the light of two polished brass lamps. Wrist-thick and a foot long, it looked like stone, but felt firm rather than hard. She was alone; since the helmet, she had tried to do her studying away from the others. The heat of the rod made her think of Fire…

Blinking, she opened her eyes and sat up in the bed. Sunlight streamed in at the window. She was I her shift, and Nynaeve, fully dressed, stood frowning at her. Aviendha and Birgitte were watching from beside the door.

“What happened?” Elayne demanded, and Nynaeve shook her head grimly.

“You don’t want to know.” Her lips twitched.

from The Path of Daggers, Chapter 20