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

We'll drink the wine till the cup is dry, and kiss the girls so they'll not cry, and toss the dice until we fly, to dance with Jak o' the Shadows. Maybe it was his days as a gleeman or maybe it was his love of small villages rooted from being born in one, but the songs and dances from the crowd had gotten to him. His normally vibrant personality was lifted with an extra spring in the step that a common man would never see, his face tweaked in the presence of a smile that no mother would ever spot, and his eyes glittering with an enthusiastic gleam that no lover would ever notice. Stoicism and joviality did not often mingle in the same features, but by now he had grown accustomed to presenting a clean outward facade while allowing himself some merriment internally. Not that he would ever allow that to cloud his focus as he flicked a careful glance to Caitrin, who was something middling frustrated and irritated as she scanned about the town. Aermun had been told of the girl they sought, the one who he by now suspected a wilder that lived in or near this village, but the descriptions had been limited to hair color and some vague facial features. Even for his keen eyes and Caitrin's natural feel, it would be difficult to pick her out among Or perhaps it would not, as Caitrin seemed to find their quarry with reasonable efficiency by the way Caitrin stole his attention with a slender hand on his arm. Before Aermun could turn though, a breeze rustled past and Caitrin's head snapped away. He looked to her in a moment of concern, decided that she was fine, and looked to where Caitrin had gestured only to find empty air. Aermun did not know how to answer Caitrin's whispered questioning, but he had certainly felt the Power in the area. As he began to puzzle about where the fire-haired woman could have gone off to however, Caitrin began moving. He was on his feet and moving with her in one smooth motion, silently following her as she trekked through the sparse wood. Her footfalls were light and his were silent as they neared the village, but something was off. Aermun could not quite get a grasp of what it was, but something in this whole situation felt wrong. Perhaps it was the girl's mysterious movement or perhaps it was the odd feeling gnawing at the back of his skull, but his joviality had subsided along with his urge to sing and dance. Hearing the delicate catch of breath from Caitrin, Aermun scanned quickly over the crowd, and sure enough, found her, the dancing lights from the fire setting her hair near ablaze with its flaunting lights. Take care here, Aermun cautioned silently, placing a gentle hand on Caitrin's shoulder as he ghosted to her side. Something feels unwell in this place, and I'd rather we not find out what without knowing it's coming first.
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That was Aermun, forever cautious and looking out for her wellbeing. Caitrin looked up into his eyes as his warm hand pressed against her shouldera gentle demand more than a request. But she knew all too well, he had his reasons for wanting her to hold position, to wait despite her burning desire to approach the girl as she stood in the shadows cast by the firelight. And none of it had to do with pride. It was one the reasons why she'd been drawn to him in the first place, wanted him to become her Warder. His friendly demeanor and easy way with people struck her and had immediately placed her at ease. A simple look and it was clear they were meant to spin webs of adventures together, learning and growing as the wheel turned, weaving their threads more tightly together. Bound. Caitrin felt a heat sweep over her cheeks, her eyes averting to glance at the nearby fire. Its heat was more intense than she thought, her body warm despite the chill in the autumn air. What's wrong? she asked, worry in her voice. For a moment, she let her blue gaze drift toward the girl, her aura strong with the One Power. But she couldn't stare for long. There was something else. Something... Caitrin's hand reached up to touch the pendant about her neck, the angreal. Her fingers rubbed against its smooth curves, the white stone cool to the touch. Almost instantly, she felt a wave of nausea and let the pendant drop. Blinking, her thoughts began to race, flooding with questions as she wondered why the Amyrlin would send her to a tiny village to seek out a wilder. Yes, she was there, but clearly there was more. Something she hadn't been told. Tarmon Gai'don. She sensed it. There was no question. The air was thick with the taint of saidin! Meanwhile, Leithia stood in the shadows, her eyes fixed upon her love as he danced with another. Her heart twisted beneath her breast to watch. It was always the same. She went ignored. Her eyes drifted to the fire, staring at the flames. She watched the air swirling about, stoking the bright oranges and reds, making them dance higher and higher. Perhaps they could dance more brightly than him , swallowing his partner up...if only the air allowed. As her thoughts focused on the air, the threads weaved together and she embraced the thought as it beckoned. Eyes rolling back, her tongue wetting her lips, she saw the event unfold. Just then, the flames creeped higher, igniting a nearby tree and causing the villagers closest to the bonfire to shout out in panic.
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The channeling of the Power caught his attention immediately, eyes snapping up to watch the fire haired girl. After spending so long with Caitrin, he had gained a feeling for the Power, such that he sometimes thought he could almost see its strands as much as he could feel them, as preposterous as he knew it was. Now, though, the wilder was not his concern as much as the lapping flames tickling the branches above their heads were. That's what's wrong, he murmured back, pleased that his voice sounded so calm. The fire was getting hotter than he was comfortable with, now, as the village girl knowingly or unknowingly channeled it higher. Whatever her game was,Caitrin and Aermun were not in a position to win it. He twisted his head about and cast his gaze through the darkness, made all the darker by the encroaching light. It did not take him more than a moment to find a path as he pulled the color shifting cloak aside to one shoulder. Whether she could sense him or not, it would do no good to have Caitrin lose sight of him in the darkness of the trees. We have to move, he told her, another gentle hand on her shoulder. There's a path behind us we can move though if we're regressing we can go back or we can go elsewhere, but we have to go somewhere , and now. He waited more patiently than he ever thought he could have for her words, ever mindful of the threads of power circulating throughout the village.
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Aermun thanked a great number of fictional or otherwise figures simultaneously that Caitrin's Green nature had not gotten the best of her as she nodded and turned to face him. He noticed a gleam in her eye, a fear that had not been present in her voice, and while it worried him to his core they did not have time for him to ponder the mysteries of her fears with the forest rapidly lighting ablaze around them. These woods were dry and sparse, just the kind of environment for the flames to spread alarmingly quickly. Aermun spun on his heel and moved forward as quickly as he could manage while keeping Caitrin close to him. Any stray branches in the path that would hinder them were shoved aside and held for her to pass before Aermun slunk his way back ahead of her to clear the forest ahead. All the while, his thoughts were racing, predicting distances and how fast the wood would burn, trying to get a grasp on the situation. His thoughts were dark. He had seen fires like this on a scant few occasions before, and every time they were uncontrollable, wild, and destructive, sometimes burning miles of wood before they eventually either petered out or ran out of things to burn. The way the trees were spaced and accounting for how dry it was here, Aermun's reckoning was that it was more likely the latter. As they broke into a small clearing, Aermun took a moment to glance behind. Sure enough, the orange glow of flame was not far behind them, growing brighter with each passing moment. He grimaced, remembering this clearing on their way in it had been a godsend at the time, for the path nearest it was overgrown and uneven, difficult to walk over even in the calm circumstances of their arrival. Now, though, it would only be a hindrance, one they could not afford. Jerking his head towards the path to beckon Caitrin along, he drew the fine Shienarian steel from his hip and waded into the path, hacking and slicing his way through the overgrown brush with relative ease. The going was slow. Too slow. Aermun could feel his hackles rising as the flames... no. It was not the flames that were setting him on edge. A familiar feeling hung about the wood, one he had not felt in some time and was difficult to place. A sense of dread, mixed with fear, mingled with hatred, and bathed in thin sheen of bloodlust. All at once, it clicked, and he ground to a screeching halt. Aermun closed his eyes. Flame burned, darkness fell. All was quiet in his mind. He stretched his senses as far as he could, listening for the slightest There. It was faint, but it was there. As improper as he knew it was, he snatched up Caitrin's hand and pulled her close to him, resuming his cleaving but taking a moment to utter a low word to her, tinged with apprehension Shadowspawn.
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The word was like a whisper, a soft breath caressing the skin. Only this word didn't set Caitrin's heart at ease. Rather, she felt every nerve run raw and ragged, her senses on full alert as she began to reach out into the darkness before them. At their backs, Caitrin could feel the heat of the fire. It burned wildly, scorching everything that dared get in its way. The soft glow went from dim to bright as the trees and brush burst into flame behind them. The smoke was thick in the air. Caitrin coughed, her body pressed against Aermun as he held her tightly. Just how had he known...and before her? Impossible. Biting down on her lip, she became aware of the angreal about her neck, how heavy it suddenly felt. The urge to tear it off and throw it rose, but she couldn't let the artifact fall into the hands of shadowspawn. I feel them, Caitrin stated, though she made no move to leave her Warder's side. Something was off, wrong. Saidin. Over there! Caitrin shouted. Immediately she lunged, her hand letting go of Aermun's and reaching for the dagger strapped to her hip. The skulking beast, no doubt a trolloc, moved quickly as she tried to cut its throat. She missed and caught sight of a silhouette far off in the trees. There was something familiar about it, but she didn't have time to think on it for the trolloc was snarling and swiping at her. Caitrin let out a tiny cry as she fell backwards over a fallen branch and landed, hard, against the ground. Just then the flames spreading through the forest seemed to rise higher, grow brighter. It was as if they had a life of their own. The wind blew, directing the flames, branches catching until Caitrin suddenly found herself surrounded, caged in fire. Aermun!!! Caitrin screamed. Trollocs danced around her flaming prison, the fire closing in upon her. Squinting through the firelight, she saw the silhouette disappear. Aermun!!! she shouted again, her throat going raw from smoke, from heat, from the fear of leaving her Warder.
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Aermun's bitter laugh was more a huff of breath and a shake of his head. Heavy is a word, he said back, his good nature tainted by the taint he knew was creeping ever closer. You're amazing, you know that? he said suddenly, obviously going somewhere with the comment as he leaned forward and perched his elbows on his knees, examining his hand. The molten steel had warped around his palm and hardened in place, making a strange sort of hand wrap that glistened darkly in the sparse light cast by the waning moon. I'm an apprentice Blademaster. You can maybe fight well enough to save your life. You're a Tower trained diplomat. I can saunter my way through an inn room but a court is not a home for me. I can work my way into any woman's heart if it comes to it, and you've never been lacking in womanly charms. He sighed, turning his hand back and forth and staring grimly. Our abilities compliment each other with startlingly little overlap. It's why you and I were paired, I'm sure. His gaze turned to her for a moment, but his eyes fell away after just a moment and he sighed. You can use the Power. Of all the skills I ever thought we would find in common, I thought it was going to be something like 'we both play the flute,' or 'we both vacationed to Whitebridge as children.' Not that we were both channelers. I'm not sure what another dawn is worth, right now. There are far too many questions and not enough answers. Shadowspawn, wilders, and coordinated attacks in the forest. I half wonder how we didn't see a Fade in these woods, the way those trollocs attacked. He peered wistfully into the stream, taking some comfort in Caitrin's hand on his arm. In the sudden chaos that threatened to upturn his life, he prayed to the Creator that his one constant would remain throughout their time together, he and Caitrin had faced a dozen dozens of trials and not once had he ever questioned either her ability or her reliability. Now, she was torn between two duties, one to the Tower and the other to him, between her life's work and her partner through it. He did not bother to think on that now, for he was not sure his mind could handle the stress.
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The smile that Aermun cast sideways at Caitrin was comfortingly reminiscent of his old self, kind and warm and just a touch cheeky in that way gleemen always had a joke in their voice. He caught the blush in her cheeks, and for the first time noticed himself that the night air was beginning to get uncomfortably cold. As per the norm, Caitrin was right a night's rest would do them good, even if they only got half a night's rest each. Her sentiment regarding the fate she believed was woven between them was answered with a solemn nod, but her concerns of their attackers still being present in the woods stuck with him more. I'll take first watch then, he said, taking one last longing glance at the stream before pacing towards the woods. With her sleeping first, he would be able to let her get the lion's share of the sleep during the night. The physical boon that came with his bond had seen him funcitoning well on just a few hours of sleep each night, and a bit of beauty rest in their situation would do Caitrin a world of comfort. I'll gather up some wood and get us a fire started, keep us warm over night. If I had a bow I could see about doing something for dinner, but we might be traveling on an empty stomach for a period. He shrugged apologetically, jerking his head towards the forest. Even if we could manage to navigate ourselves to where we tied our horses, they're likely fled or dead after the fire. After a short jaunt into the forest, Aermun quickly returned with an armful of dried branches and chunks of fallen wood. His belt pouch held a flint, and it was an easy enough task to scrape a ball of tinder from the dry bark of a tree. Minutes later, a pleasantly crackling fire lit the clearing just a few spans away from the stream he and Caitrin both had found themselves lost in. Cloak'll take to the heat, he said, gesturing at the cloak that looked monstrously large on her diminutive form with the stick he held to tend the fire. His voice was soft as he suggested, Put your back to the flame and you'll keep warm all night. I'll wake you in a few hours, he added softly, doing his best Aes Sedai impression as he told the flex of the truth. If you wake and need anything, I'll be right here. Aermun's thoughts turned inwards for a moment thinking over his words, he was unsure why he added in the reassurance he would be present when she awoke. There was no reason he would not be, so why tell her? Caitrin was a big girl. Tucking her in was not necessary, but he still felt the need to comfort any fears she may have had. Perhaps it was the pomp and circumstance of their bond dissipating as their connection with the Tower did the same. Perhaps it was not. Aermun could not tell one way or the other, but he knew that telling her somehow comforted himself as well. It was a feeling he was unused to... but not one he minded.
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Aermun smiled at Caitrin's touch, but his heart was not in it. He had seen the hesitation, the way she touched him like he was a could viper. Her words tried to comfort him, and he tried to let them, but it was nearly a waste of breath. She knew what he was why would she not be frightened of him now? She had every right to be wary. He had no idea what kind of pain he could or would cause her in the coming weeks. He felt selfish, knowing her fate should she stay with him yet hoping against the world that she would do just that. He had to wonder of the knot forming in his stomach was nerves or saidin neither idea settled him any. Relief and disappointment met in equal parts as Caitrin'a hand slipped off of his arm. Disappointment won out though as she turned from him and laid to sleep. Images flashed in his head of her walking away, turning just as she had now and walking back towards... It was hard to say the Tower would even take her back now, especially if word got out what he was, what she had been traveling with. If she was as guilty as he, there would be nowhere fit to stay save with him. He hoped that her faith in him was as great at his distrust in himself. And then, he hoped not, for breaking those hoped would hurt the most. Time passed slowly, alone in the clearing. The tricking of his favorite stream kept him sane and alive as he scanned about the wilderness, searching for anything that might be ill-willed. In his scanning, he lost track of his time he had been intending to give Caitrin the lion's share of the sleep, but as the dim gray of dawn started to creep through the treetops, Aermun realized he had on fact given it all to her.
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Sensing the distress through their bond, Aermun's head pivoted about and locked into his Aes Sedai as she say bolt upright. Determining it was just a bad dream, he let his hand fall from his sword and the edge leave his eyes, not wanting to alert or alarm her. Nightmares were not something he would give attention to. Not now. There were plenty of things to have in your nightmares. She approached him, then, stammering over her words as she spoke with him, as she spoke with the wild lion before her. She attempted to smile, and he smiled back at her in kind, but even without sleep he could see the hesitation in her crystal blue orbs. Maybe that was why he liked the stream so much that he had spent the majority of the night camped out beside it it reminded him of her eyes, crystal blue and sparkling with something between chastising and thankfulness. Caitrin tried once, then twice to get out her words, and Aermun let her, meeting her eyes gently and patiently. He studied her face, taking in the pink in her cheeks and the way she looked strangely relieved that his arm had not fallen off overnight. She always touched his arm in that way, but it was different this time, searching somehow, uncertain. Without knowing her thoughtsand what man could read the thoughts of any woman, much less of an Aes Sedaihe had no way of knowing, so he let it be for now, nodding in acceptance of her thanks. You need it more than I, he proclaimed, brushing a fatherly hand over her cheek to clear away the splayed stands of hair that still stood out from a restless night of sleep. Only one of us gets the benefit of the bond. You take all the strain, I reap all the benefit of the Pow... He trailed off, realizing she too would soon be receiving effects odd a channeler through the bond. His mouth feel into a grim line and he averted his eyes, settling back on the stream that had begun to shimmer in the early dawn's rising light.
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Caitrin's words were calm, though her cheeks burned with some unknown heat. He was about to ask when he suddenly found her stripping her dress off. Out of habit or courtesy he did not know, but he flicked his eyes aside, listening as she splashed off into the stream they had been staring at for the past twelve hours. Seeing the smile on her face, hearing the tinkle of her laughter, was infectious, and Aermun could not help but return the same smile as he brought his eyes back to her. The shift she wore was modest, but the Warder on his outside could not stop the man inside from stirring at the image of a pretty girl letting her emotions fly to the wind to share a moment with him. Her laughter and smile were not the only infectious things, evidently, as Aermun found himself begrudgingly unlacing his shirt and pulling it up over his head, unlacing his boots and kicking them aside. He was confident the of the water proofing on his breeches, and for all her fervor Caitrin could not hide the shiver that went up her when she entered the cold water. Aermun was not appreciative of the cold. But he was appreciative of Caitrin. He took her outstretched hand and spun her about, dancing in the stream for the first minutes of dawn. The minutes he spent blissfully ignorant of the Power coursing through his blood were the best he could remember since before he had come to the Tower, save perhaps for the day he and Caitrin were bonded. He had always yearned for the deep camaraderie that soldiers had, but he had been passed up to fight for Andor at an early age, instead thrown to the noble courts because of his heritage. There he had tried to spend more time fighting than he did training, but he was always caught on the practice field and dragged off to his lessons. As such, his skills had developed equally on both ends, and he found himself an apprentice Blademaster who also possessed a deep understanding of Daes Dae'mar . He had been a rarityand the perfect candidate for the Tower to sweep up. Some days, he wanted to regret it, wanted to go home to Caemlyn and doff his noble holdings to train alongside the warlords. Not in that moment, though. As he frolicked about the stream at the brink of dawn with Caitrin on and in his arms, he knew that no bond he could ever make with a soldier would match the Bond he held with the Aes Sedaiwith his Aes Sedai.