Thread: The Wheel Weaves What The Wheel Wills (Ryees & darkangel76)

There he stood, his back facing her as she cried out with her arms stretched out before her. No matter how much she tried to get his attention, he would not turn. Tears stung her eyes, her heart aching beneath her breast. It hurt...a pain that made her senses reel as she longed to get closer. Steeling herself, she tried to run. As her legs moved, her lungs burning with the exertion, not once did she get any closer. He continued to remain out of reach. Untouchable. Whimpering, gasping for breath, she dared to cry out his name. Aermun!!! Eyes going wide, Caitrin sat up with a start. She squinted her blue eyes as she looked up into the sky, the sun just beginning to rise. Aermun's cloak was still wrapped about her body, the scent strong as it invaded her senses, the only comfort she felt as she shook off the lingering dread from the dream. Turning her head, dark hair falling into her eyes, she saw Aermun not too far off, keeping watch. He'd stayed up the entire night, not once trying to wake her. She bit down on her lip as she shifted her body, her eyes fixed on him as he stared off at the water rushing by. Caitrin had to admit that the sight of Aermun standing there, his cloak still draped about her body, was a pleasant thing to wake up to. If only her dream hadn't been so dreadful. She placed a hand against her forehead and brushed her wild curls away from her face. Slowly, she pushed herself up, her skirts a bit rumpled, but she hardly cared. As she watched Aermun and the water, she was once again reminded of the thought of playing in the stream. The two of them splashing, smiling...her cheeks heated just then. Warder...channeler...man. Yes, Aermun was many things, especially now. But underneath everything one thing remained ever the constanthe was a man. And one Caitrin found herself caring for deeply. Seeing him troubled, knowing their bond was threatened. She couldn't abandon him now. She wouldn't. They'd already been through so much and she knew she wanted to go through it all...good, bad, everything. Her family would be proud of her, her decisions. But there was more to it than that. Seeing her Warder, looking past titles and vows, she cared for the man he was, the man he could be. She wanted to help him, to be there for him. They could fulfill their promise and duty in other ways. One thing she'd learned before traveling to the White Tower was that not everything was as it seemed and that when the wheel weaved a pattern before you, it was up to you to interpret its meaning and embellish to bring out its beauty. She would do no differently here. You-you're still awake? Caitrin said softly as she quietly approached Aermun. Her cheeks were still flushed as she averted her eyes and smiled. She could feel the flutter in her tummy, something that had been growing as of late whenever she spoke to her Warder. You should have woken me, you... Biting down on her lip, she placed a hand on his arm and squeezed. Relief flooded her when he didn't vanish, when he didn't somehow move out of reach. She hoped the nightmare would never return, the very thought made the bile rise to her throat. Thank you, she then said, not wanting to spurn the gift he'd given her of full rest. For letting me rest. She turned to look at him, her eyes searching for his. Worry etched the lines of her forehead as she furrowed her brows. I do hope you'll be rested enough to travel. If you need time, please let me know. Meanwhile, in another part of the forest, Damarys watched Leithia's still sleeping form. The girl looked angelic as she slept, her wild red hair sprawled about the blanket she slept upon. She smirked down at her charge, her little ally. She'd managed to get her away from her village. No one there would miss her and soon she'd be under Tar Valon's protection and her own watchful eye. Before long she'd know the way of the Black Ajah, learning who the true master was. Her hands balled up into fists at her side, nails digging her palms. Like her, she'd get this girl to renounce the Creator and his lies. She'd get her to taste the sweet promise of darkness and know the tender kiss of Shai'tan.