Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile~Covai

[Shaneevae]

The young Asha’man had healed her dislocated shoulder quite nicely as well any other bruise or ache she’d had.  Young, yes, he had been young, no older than a novice, but he had worn the sword and dragon pins upon his lapels giving him full rank as an Ahsa’man.  They had known that much before they’d set out upon this Creator forsaken journey. A folly of the greatest design had landed her with a knot of emotions impacted firmly in the corner of her mind; a nightmare that her force of will could not expel no matter how hard she tried.  It was like an itch she could not reach or worse yet, an insect trapped inside her skull. The torture was indescribable and if she dwelt on it she would go mad from want of clawing her own eyes out to get to the foreign pocket of fury. Her own fury was enough for her to deal with without adding the insanity of another’s.

 

After the Healing they had placed her where she was now.  A rather large room with a bed, a little too small for two, a pitcher, wash basin and a large galvanized tub were all that adorned the sparse room. Not long after her escort had shut the door a youth of twelve or so turned up with the bags she’d brought along.  How on earth they’d determined them to be hers was beyond her comprehension, but even so, she was glad to have something of comfort in this strange, uncomforting place.  They’d even provided her with hot water in order to bathe.  Shaneevae had thanked the elderly lady profusely for her kindness. Overall, the entire lot of them had been most welcoming after the battle, which was unsettling to say the least, but she was under no delusions that these people were her friends especially not the angry, bitter ball seething in her head.

 

With that thought, she crossed the room to her bags and removed the great serpent ring.  It was not a normal part of her wardrobe; in fact it was a bit of a nuisance, feeling out of place upon her small unmanicured hands, but it was a necessary evil. This up and comer needed to know that he dealt with not mere woman, but Aes Sedai, First Chair of the Brown Ajah and the wrath of the Dark One himself when crossed. No, she would not be the docile creature he expected. Bond or no bond, shield or no shield, she was no man’s lap dog and now was not the time for her to turn tail.

 

Smoothing the cerulean skirts, she pulled the silvered hand mirror from her satchel and studied her reflection. Golden brown hair fell in waves to the middle of her back, soft and smelling of lavender.  Her blue-green eyes were bright with unleashed temper even behind the sleepy gaze and heavy curtain of dark lashes. A wide expanse of tanned and freckled shoulders was exposed by the simply cut Tairen dress as well as a significant portion of bosom.  She would not be dressed the pauper when she sent the ill begotten lunatic to his demise and it seemed the time was near as she felt him coming closer. 

 

Now that was odd, she thought as she put away the mirror and walked casually to the window overlooking the main street of the compound. The Brown had been aware of his presence or distance for some time, but this time she felt him coming nearer and knew without a doubt that his course was headed directly towards this very room.  It wasn’t so much that there was a compass inside her head telling her of this, although there was, but she knew he was coming for her because of the determination that had thudded solidly inside her head.  It was an interesting study.  She had to admit that she enjoyed being privy to another’s emotions and business, it was quite entertaining and a pastime of hers was studying the comings and goings of other folk, but this was not the same, much more intimate.  Unfortunately, he was also privy to hers and that she did not like in the least in fact, she abhorred it.

 

Shuddering with that thought, she caught a glimpse of him striding across the street and towards the building she was being held.  He was handsome enough or at least he would be if he’d ever rid himself of the hate that contorted an otherwise lovely face. Adopting the serenity befit an Aes Sedai of her stature, her face schooled in an intriguing mixture of disdain, intelligence and seduction, she blinked as the handle on the door turned. He was standing there quietly as she turned allowing him his first real glimpse of the woman he’d captured and not the blood covered hoyden he’d kissed upon the battlefield. Yes, there it was…the slight jump at the pulse in his neck and the flashing dilation of his pupils.  Men were easy.  Most women failed to recognize the more minute, physical signs of male attraction, but not Shaneevae, she’d made a career of it.  The corner of her full mouth quirked up in a slight smirk as her eyes met his in challenge.

 

 

Shaneevae el'Edware

First Chair of the Brown Ajah

Forcibly Bonded by Covai