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Re: Rebirth (Attn: Althia, Leala, Dhourn, Pierre) « Reply #30 on Dec 20, 2008, 6:18pm »
Everything here was so overdone, to a point where it actually annoyed the black haired female as she glided along the marble floors, following the servant that led them. Her friend was near by, worried as she was, but Leala could not feel the depths of fear and worry that plauged Althia. No one really could, and no one, not even her Warder Tronlor could understand. She wasn't sure she really did either.
Althia had been a Sister of the Tower for decades now, had grown up within the White Tower, power had always been part of her. But the powers she sensed moving through this place, they were of the like she had never really known before. Perhaps it was because they were so active and bent toward things that were outside her ken, she was after all sworn completely to the Light.
There was a lingering residue of power, the tainted part, it was only by guess work and having paid close attention to the Red's training that she could pick it up. She had learned much from all the Ajah's in her upbringing within the Tower walls. Perhaps all of this had been meant, her being taken at such a young age to the Aes Sedai, her tutoring from the tender age of five in the power and weaves. She had not touched the power before she had wished to, but she had learned all the same. Hopefully what the Keeper had learned would be useful this day, because she was coming to think she might need everything she had to use to advert disaster.
There was also a female channeler inside the Sun Palace, a very strong one. Who suddenly let go of saidar. The woman frowned slightly, a expression so slight and fleeting that none of her companions noticed it. But she would be more on guard, the other female letting go of the Source meant she didn't want to be found until she wished to be. Which could only mean it wasn't a sister, or at least not one sworn to the Light. They had nothing to fear from the Keeper of the Chronicles nor a White Sitter. Evil lurked here, she could only hope she reached the Dragon before it was too late.
As the five of them, the servant, the two Aes Sedai, including herself, and the two Warders with them swept around another corner she finally saw the female. Her skirts were rustling over the floors and she didn't stop walking, rather she sped up a touch and laid a hand softly upon the servant man's shoulder. "I wish you to go, we can find our way from here." She did not wish to see any innocents harmed.
The woman before them was lovely, in a stark and haunting way, she held power in those eyes, not just the sense of power one achieved from channeling the Source, but also the power of a woman who knew of her own beauty, her own strength. And this woman knew how to use those well. Althia let the other woman's voice roll over her, her eyes steady and soft, the dove gray color surprisingly intense as she gazed at the blue eyed channeler before her.
"This day, the matters that go on within the Sun Palace of Cairhien concern the world. And the power of the Light and Foretelling and Dreams has brought us here. We were meant to be here, as are you. The Pattern Weaves as it wills to do so."
"Once the dragon, for remembrance lost. Twice the dragon, for the price he must pay."
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Re: Rebirth (Attn: Althia, Leala, Dhourn, Pierre) « Reply #31 on Dec 20, 2008, 9:07pm »
Wenaryn had encountered much in her lifetime. Much more than a middle-aged woman should encounter in her many years, really, yet she had never regretted anything, both actions and the consequences garnered.
The death of her husband was the work of the Creator, and while she mourned his passing, she had not been brought up to cater to the needs of men and never develop her own backbone. Not even the fact that she had to raise two boys alone fazed the resplendent queen, even if they were a tad unruly at times. She loved to lead, loved her sons, and loved Cairhien, through good times and bad.
What she did not love, however, was when one of said sons was in danger. Of course, raising two moody teenagers brought about the usual phases of obstinacy, downright disrespect, and anger, and she had encountered all of these with both Alexander and Eiron. Eiron, the older and wiser of the two, had mellowed out considerably after his father had passed, yet Alexander was a far different story. He chafed under the alterations made to their lifestyle, developing into an embittered and pompous prince. Wenaryn knew it to be all an act, yet she had also learned not to meddle with Alexander and his fabricated façade.
Communication had never been point of Alexander’s, requiring the extra use of motherly intuition on Wenaryn’s behalf. Something was amiss with the prince, and the queen wasn’t entirely sure if she was relieved or petrified when the castle was unceremoniously alerted to his odd behavior.
Coaxing didn’t work; she knew there was no possible method of extracting Alexander from his room once he had shut himself up. Threatening was fruitless, the doors were far too thick and massive to break down, and Wenaryn had just about given up when she decided to go fetch his brother. Eiron had an uncanny knack for talking sense into Alexander; thusly, the queen had left the scene to venture to the other side of the wing.
It was that off hand decision that had initially saved her life.
No matter the distance put between herself and the prince’s room, the explosion that rocked the foundation of the castle was impossible to avoid. The slender, golden-haired woman was pitched forward onto the ground and nearly crushed by a toppling statue as the palace shook and trembled. She shrieked and scrambled to her feet, lifting her skirts and rushing back to the source before the ground had time to settle. It was difficult to ignore the lifeless bodies strewn like dolls across the floor, but her mind was focused on one person.
Leaping over rubble and debris, Wenaryn sought out Alexander in the ruins of his room, calling his name with desperation. She at last found him crumpled near the center, beneath a tattered tapestry, and with a cry of dismay she went to her knees, hands flitting over the motionless body.
“Please,” she pleaded, gingerly turning him onto his back. There was blood matting his hair and caking the side of his face, wounds of all shapes and sizes scattered down his torso and legs. It thrust her heart into her throat and forced the tears all the harder, her tiny hands fisting in the shredded remains of his shirt. “Wake up, Alexander. Please, my baby.”
So engrossed in the surge of grief, Wenaryn did not sense the approach of the man until a flash of color caught her eye, whipping her head around sharply. He was younger than she, with skin that bespoke countless days beneath the sun and eyes that glittered with a sharp intelligence. Almost instinctively she leaned over the unconscious boy beneath her, swallowing a sob.
Re: Rebirth (Attn: Althia, Leala, Dhourn, Pierre) « Reply #32 on Dec 21, 2008, 7:24pm »
Leala concentrated on maintaining her calm exterior as the servant led them to their intended destination. As Althia had mentioned, powers ran rampant in this place. She felt a rather large power behind them and one ahead, both women who could hold a rather large amount of Saidar. The one in front of them could hold far more than the one behind, as well. She had a feeling that the powers here were far more than she could sense. Althia had the power to sense powers beyond Saidar. Now Leala wished that she had had the foresight to seek advice from the Reds on how to weave the necessary patterns to feel Saidin being channeled. Being a White and a Sitter with it, she had never considered leaving the Tower, much less leaping into a scene like this. The fair-haired Aes Sedai opened herself to Saidar but did not embrace it.
The group slowed as a new presence revealed itself. This was the woman that she had felt before them. The other female’s graceful movements and soothing voice coupled with her graceful features were enough for one to give pause and examine one’s sanity. However, this Aes Sedai knew that was she was seeing was planted in cold reality. “Do you think it wise to meddle in affairs that do not concern you, Aes Sedai?” The woman’s words all but gave her away. She was not an Aes Sedai herself, she held a great amount of strength in the One Power, and she hindered their way. This presence was strongly tied to the Shadow. Leala had a strong feeling that she may even be a Forsaken, but proof had not yet presented itself.
Faelan’s emotions revealed that not only was he rather angry with this woman for threatening his bonded Aes Sedai, but he was also disgusted. Her Gaidin had explained after first meeting her in the waking world that Wolf Brothers had a rather complex sense of smell. He reacted violently to the smells coming from the house north of the Palace in tel’aran’rhiod, and reacted in a similar way to it in the waking world.
"This day, the matters that go on within the Sun Palace of Cairhien concern the world. And the power of the Light and Foretelling and Dreams has brought us here. We were meant to be here, as are you. The Pattern Weaves as it wills to do so."
Gray eyes held no outer emotion as Leala quickly willed herself to look this woman in the eyes. With Althia’s words, the White felt strongly connected to her as both a Sister of the White Tower and a sister of her own heart. She would protect her with every ounce of her will against anything in her way. This woman of the Shadow would not hinder the Keeper of the Chronicles if this Sitter of the White Ajah had anything to do with it. With the angreal resting on her brow, Leala felt that if she did not match this woman in strength, she could at least hold out against her in a fight with the One Power as a weapon. She had never really used the tool in channeling as she had never found a reason to, but now she had the perfect reason to test its ability.
“Sister,” Leala said to Althia, her strongest confidant and trusted companion. “Continue on. I will fight for the Light,” she concluded in a low and serious voice. Opening herself even more to the One Power, she readied herself for her first use of Saidar as a weapon. Her heart quickened, but only for a moment. She had been readying herself for this for many years, now was not the time to become frightened. She did this for the White Tower, for the Light, and for her sister.
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Re: Rebirth (Attn: Althia, Leala, Dhourn, Pierre) « Reply #33 on Dec 28, 2008, 10:33pm »
“So valiant,” Ava’Dyn quipped smoothly, watching with faint amusement the exchange between the two women. She remained at ease even as the Aes Sedai embraced the Source, her gloved hands hanging loosely at her side. The idea of dropping the entire roof down on the lot of them was fairly tempting and certainly effective, but the Chosen wasn’t feeling merciful enough to let them get off that easily.
“It has been a long while since I’ve faced a sister,” she said after a few long moments, her clear voice ringing through the hall. Her face was a picture of serenity as she plucked at the fingers of her gloves, her attention focused solely upon the activity of her hands. Her posture was almost indolent in its leisure, relaxed, as if she barely saw the woman before a threat. As if this was all a simple game.
“I do hope the Tower is training you properly again. The last few sisters I’ve killed put up such a pitiful fight.” It was then that Ava’Dyn’s gaze snapped up, glittering with malevolence, and with it rose her hands in a delicate fashion. The light of saidar sprang up around her, the power of the Source thrumming through her veins until she felt nearly weightless and exultant.
“Show me, girl,” she taunted, her voice as cold as her stony glare. One hand lifted back to her shoulder, the other extending out in front of her; a defensive position, with the Power right at her fingertips. “Show me what Tar Valon has taught you.”
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