Vibrant[attn:Maegan]

[CorenYi]

Tar Valon! I can't believe we're here!

 

The sounds of the city washed over her as she stared about with wide eyed wonder. She had been trying to get her father to bring her here for years. The vibrancy, the wonder, the power that was the Tar Valon; everything that this great white city represented pulsed within these walls and was echoed by the beating of Eleanor's heart...

 

THROB!

 

...Or was that her head? She forced herself to ignore the headache and tried to regain her focus on the city. Nothing was going to ruin this for her, time of the month or not. She heard her father call to her from ahead and she walked to catch up to him, wincing as pain erupted between her hips. Focusing on thoughts of the dazzling city. she tried to ignore the pain shredding it's way up her torso.She did her best to smile up at her father as she caught up to him, only to find his head buried in yet another book. There was no need to bother him with this, it happened every third week or so, and she always managed fine without any help.

 

The breeze off the river carried tantalizing odors with it, and Eleanor's stomach reacted violently. Still, it would get his head out of that book, and she wanted to spend some time seeing the sites, not just shopping. "I'm hungry." She said aloud, knowing that he wouldn't hear her. Taking the book and tossing it back on the pile, she pulled him away from what seemed like the hundredth bookstore they had stopped at this morning and dragged him towards an adorable little bistro overlooking the Erinin.

 

A servant approached as they reached the table, and Eleanor did her best to smile at him through the pain. "I do be wanting something cold to drink, Papi." she said to her father before heading inside and looking for a lavatory. The pain in her head was worse than it ever had been before. The lightning stabs that flashed before her eyes were reaching near crippling levels of intensity. She needed to splash something cool on her face and search through her pouch for the right mix of herbs to ease the pain. But as she picked her way through the interior of the crowded Bistro, the world began to fade from the edges of her vision.

 

STAB!

 

This time the pain came from both directions at once, her head splitting in two as agony stampeded through her. Her foot caught the leg of a chair and she stumbled, the floor crashing up into her. She barely heard herself cry out of the cacophony that now assaulted her senses. It drove her further down, away from the noise; behind the pain, behind her consciousness... and darkness washed over her.

 

 

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Eleanor surfaced for only flashes after that. Her father's face, his anxious voice, a small woman and a flash of red, the glint of spectacles. Worried voices prodded at her through the darkness, but she ignored them,, content for now to simply hide from the pain.

 

 

 

Eleanor Maenin

Cramping her style

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

 

 

It was a delightful surprise to Maegan when she recieved a letter from Maelin that he and his daughter were going to arrive in Tar Valon. It has been a long while since she saw him and his infant child. The girl must be approaching a certain age by this point, and having Maelin around for tea and debates always made for a wonderful afternoon. However the second letter she recieved had Maegan concerned for the girl as it seemed the girl had fallen into a deep fever. Limited in her healing, Maegan debated about asking a friend of the Yellow's to accompany her, but it would take time and they were already within the Rivers bends at an Inn in Tar Valon. To waste time was to waste life. Picking up her skirts, Maegan picked her way thorugh the Halls of the shimmering White Tower, her short legs still took her into Tar Valon with her Red Shawl wrapped around her shoulders only for protection agaisnt the River's Winds.

 

Ushered into the room where the daughter lay, Maegan inwardly frowned as she delved into the girl, reviving her while bringing down the immediate fever. There was something familiar about the girl, and not by how she looked. Gently she held the girls hand as Maelinstood n the other side of his daughter.

 

"Child... "

 

"Eleanor." Maelin interjected.

 

"Eleanor.. Wake up, can you hear me?" She took a hand to gently tap the girls cheek. "It is time to wake, Eleanor."

 

 

 

 

Maegan Sedai

Sitter of the Red Ajah

Patron of the Academy of the Rose