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

Indeed what exactly was the worth of another dawn? Caitrin sat there next to Aermun, the scent of smoke and fire still lingering in the air. It seemed to cling to him, permeating the air about his body. Then again she'd inhaled a lot of smoke, her thoughts still a bit hazy. Inhaling deeply, she could smell him amidst it allsomething familiar and comforting despite the confusion. Caitrin listened to the water as it rushed over the rocks. She wondered what it would be like to strip down to her slip and splash in the cool water. The air was frigid, but she found solace in the thought. A tiny smile crept over her lips as she imagined Aermun joining in her play...like water and fire. The perfect complement indeed. Aermun was right. They did complement each other. No other Warder could ever be by her side. The idea of another made her insides twist and the though of his fate should their bond be broken... No! Caitrin couldn't do it. Couldn't allow it. Her thoughts suddenly went wild as she tried to decide what they should do. Aermun could not go back to Tar Valon. One step into the shadow of the White Tower and all of the Red Ajah would see him gentled. While she knew it would prevent the madnessher heart lurchedit would destroy the man she knew, the man she cared for. No. They could not go back. They had to move forward, abandon their mission and... Caitrin looked at Aermun, her heart hammering hard. Her mouth had gone as dry as the Waste. Licking her lips, she knew what needed to be done. And she knew her choice would make her family proud. She needed to listen to her heart though she also knew doing so would mean giving up all she'd worked for, all she'd ever known. Or would it? Tarmon Gai'don. As a sister of the Green Ajah, it had been her sworn duty to prepare for the coming of the Dragon. Was this not a sign? Was this not the Creator's way of showing what needed to be done? Setting her jaw, Caitrin decided it was...it had to be. She wasn't abandoning her Warder. Ever. Listen to me, Caitrin began. One cannot put a price on something as precious as life. She paused a moment, her expression thoughtful. Did not the Creator merely imprison Shai'tan rather than annihilate? Her blue eyes softened. We must prepare for the coming of the end. But... her voice trailed and she turned to stare off at the water. A shiver ran along her spine just then causing her body to shudder. But we can no longer do so in Tar Valon. Caitrin had never felt so sure though her entire body trembled at the very notion of her defiance. Yes, we both can channel it would seem. You and I. Caitrin smiled, turning to look into Aermun's eyes. She gave him another squeeze, her heart leaping that he'd told her. The threads were weaving another pattern, another adventure. We can't go back, she stated, emphasizing the 'we'. We must go to the Black Tower, she swallowed hard, fear and worry coursing through her veins. They'll know how to help you, train you. There we can prepare for Tarmon Gai'don, she smiled at him. It's as the wheel weaves. Her grip tightened and she nodded, dark waves falling over her shoulders. It's what I desire to do. Meanwhile on the outskirts or the burning village, Damarys lightly stepped over smoldering branches still red-hot from the fire that had set them ablaze. The lush red and purple fabric of gown brushed against them, but they didn't ignite nor did they tear. She seemed unhindered by anything that tried to get in her way. Her blues fixed upon Leithia as she skulked in the shadows, the frown on her lips quite evident despite the darkness. Come with me, Damarys said with an air of confidence once she reached Leithia. The fiery-haired girl looked at her quizzically, almost like a prey caught in a predator's trap. Oh how naive she truly was! Flicking a dark braid over a shoulder, she flashed a pretty smile and extended her hand. I'm Damarys Aad of the Red Ajah. I hail from Tar Valon. Leithia's eyes widened, but a tiny smile caused her lips to turn upward. I...I knew it... She whispered. Somehow, I always did. Damarys just smiled sweetly. Of course you did. You are better than these people. They are your puppets. Come with me and I'll show you how big the world truly is and the kind of life you are meant to live. Leithia looked upon Damarys with great awe and admiration. She'd heard of Aes Sedai, but to meet one! The villagers would have run the woman off, but not her. She knew why she'd come. Finally! Finally, she was being noticed! A reward for being different, for being the person she was...for being Leithia Sachar.