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

Despite how grave their situation had become, Caitrin couldn't help but smile as she watched Aermun pace. His gestures and expressions brought an odd sense of comfort as she focused on the lulling sounds of the water rushing over the rocks. It was as if the water was trying to reach out to him, to somehow cleanse the taint. But she knew that was her own wishful thinking, her own desire to use saidar to help her faithful Warder. But such thoughts were in vain. And Caitrin knew it. If only it could be so simple, but life never was. As she listened to Aermun, she nodded her dark head, curls framing her pale face in the moonlight as its silvery rays shimmered through the trees. She could tell he was leery, worried. And she could hardly blame him. You'll see that I am, Caitrin said lightly, almost playfully, trying her best to ease Aermun's mind. Though she knew nothing could. Caitrin stood up then and took a few steps closer to the stream. The air was cold as it swirled about and she found herself tugging on the cloak draped over her slim shoulders. The fires seemed to have died down, but she could still smell them on the cloak she wore. Deciding to relish it rather than be fearful, the tiny smile on her lips broadened. The wheel had spun them a most intricate pattern. Aermun was right. Not only was he suddenly channeling, but someone or something was hunting them. Did they know of Aermun's ability? Or was it something else? A part of her wished she could send word to the White Tower, to warn her sister Aes Sedai of the shadowspawn lurking in the mountains nearby. But such messages had to wait. She had to trust they'd manage on their own. Aermun's safety from being gentled, his remaining by her side...that was what mattered. I know we've not been together long, Caitrin spoke, her blue eyes fixed on the water. She could feel her cheeks warm as the silvery moonlight shone down upon her. But I believe we've been bonded for a reason. She stepped a bit closer to the water. We will face each obstacle together as we're meant to. Turning to look at Aermun, cheeks still flushed, she smiled. But for now, we must rest. It's a long journey to the Black Tower and we must be alert in case this attacker comes back. Her expression turned thoughtful, though her mind was still processing, a swirl of color. We can take turns keeping watch. Meanwhile, Damarys let a delicate hand rest gently upon Leithia's shoulder. She smiled down upon the fiery-haired girl. Sweet Leithia. There's so much to teach and I take it upon myself to take you under my wing. Leithia beamed as she walked next to the Aes Sedai, her blue eyes full of hope and wonder. She could hardly believe she was about to leave her home, her family, her... Forget him, Leithia, Damarys said plainly. I know it cuts deeply, but I assure you he will have no trouble forgetting you. Leithia frowned, troubled by Damarys' words. More than anything, she longed for him to remember. Though a stronger desire was starting to growfor him to regret. As if Damarys could read Leithia's thoughts, she nodded. Dark braids fell over her bared shoulders. A day will come when he will regret casting you aside, Leithia. Her smile grew until she showed teeth. And how radiant you will be on that day. Will I? Leithia asked, her eyes wide and doe-like. Sweet Leithia, Damarys whispered. You will shine brighter than the Tower itself. Leithia smiled, letting out soft giggle. But come now. It's a couple days journey to Tar Valon and the Amyrlin Seat will be pleased to have you among us. Damarys smiled inwardly, pleased to know she could report on Caitrin's failings by bringing the girl to the Tower herself. She'd personally oversee her training, nudging when appropriate. Already, the girl was becoming her little pet. Yes, the girl would be a marvelous asset to the Master. And a good little minion while she trained. Caitrin was a deserter. She and her blasted Warder. Damarys sniffed at the thought of the two, so beloved by all. Not any longer. Not when she'd be able to tell them how they abandoned their mission and...she knew she couldn't speak of Aermun's ability. Her Red sisters would ruin everything and that would disappoint her Master greatly. No. No, she'd deal with that herself... Damarys' gaze drifted to Leithia. She smiled sweetly and brushed the girl's hair away from her face as they walked. Perhaps she wouldn't have to deal with a madman on her own, not when she'd have the perfect ally.