Burned [Aran&Jaz]

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

Dreaming comes so easily

'Cause it's all that I've ever know

True love is a fairy tale

I'm damaged, so how would I know

 

I'm scared and I'm alone

I'm ashamed

And I need for you to know

 

If it had been any other person, the day would have been beautiful. Crisp and clear air fresh from a night of light rain and the warmth of the morning sun. With a warm bath waiting for her as she woke up, all Cairma felt was emotionally tired. No, tired wasn't really the word to describe her. She felt pained from the day before and the singular feeling of conflict gathered around her like a haze cloud off the Tar Valon rivers. She simply left. Gathering up her horse and swords and left, leaving behind the packed food and the small pack with anythign else the other two might need. They could finish that trip alone.

 

The trouble was that she coudln't tell Aran that she wasn't angry with him, because she was. She couldn't tell Lyssa that she liked her, because she wasn't sure if she even did. The girl was a stupid young child that changed faces like the wind. but, putting the credit, she girl was ganuine and had a hidden layer of self doubt that Cairma recognized from what she had learned about herself. Generally a passive person (although not always and not as her reputation seemed to scroll her up as), She couldn't be good company so she decided not to waste their time.

 

What she didn't understand was why she was having a hard time just accepting all that Aran had said, and she had no doubt that it was not the full story, but here he pulled out his heart to them (As much as Aran ever would willingly... or not) and she felt that SHE had cheated him. She told herself that she would forget those years and all that had happened. She was sure that at some point she would tell someone, maybe Daemon. Maybe Aran. But the sheer conflict of her heart told her neither. She had even once tried to tell Lady Arie as the boys were outside playing Aiel in the yards, but she wasn't ready then either.

 

Towelling of herself and dressed with her freshly cleaned attire, she sipped her hot tea and part of the porrage that was left for her at the Inn only a hour outside of Tar Valon. It was still far earlier than most awoke, but Cairma had requested for that hour and her hosts abided well. Leaving a solid tear marked coin she was surprised to find her hours already saddles for her. Tipping a smaller coin at the boy in the barn she rode out to Tar Valon. Instead of dwelling she cleared her mind as the trees passed her as she galloped to the Gates, nodding her head in greeting to those that were posted. Doing the same as she entered the Tower Gates and through the Yard, she checked in with Brand and then headed to her more favored, less crowded area of the yard for a some practice. If she was lucky Aran and Lyssa were still a days ride away and Llugh was out. She had no doubts she would get luckky with one, but the other was always going to be up in the air.

 

 

 

Healing comes so painfully

And it chills to the bone

Will anyone get close to me?

I'm damaged, as I'm sure you know

 

There's mending for my soul

An ending to this fear

I was just a little girl, but I can't go back

Damaged - Plumb

 

Caima Vishnu

Blade Master

[Wayfarer]

“No one likes you, you know that.”

 

”Marie, you could make me cry if you keep that up.”

 

”Good, I’ll feed off your misery then.”

 

“If misery is what you desire then I bare my heart for you to so cruelly slash at.”

 

“If you do, it’ll be the last thing you do.”

 

”The harder you push me away, the harder it shall be to deny our passion!”

 

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

 

”You are the best I could do.”

 

“There are none better, bu- Hey, is that who I think it is?”

 

Jaz frowned at the change of topic as he looked to where Marie was pointing. That was Cairma for certain, there was no mistaking that sword of hers. He’d thought of making a joke of it a few times in fact but he’d been warned against it. Joking about virgins handling big swords was apparently dangerous for one’s health. Something about it being off colour, or perhaps it was meant to be inappropriate, something that didn’t make sense.

 

“Aran and Lyssa were both meant to be with her, surely Lyssa would have caught up. And where is that little midget?”

 

“Whereas you on the other hand are perfectly proportion-“

 

”Shut up. Where do you think they are?”

 

“I don’t know, doing whatever it is that Aran does with women perhaps. You know, you and I co-“

 

“No. And Aran’s had plenty of opportunity before and he’s knocked it back with Lyssa. No, something else must be afoot. We’ll have to ask her later though, she’ll no doubt be reporting she has returned and we’ll see after that.”

 

“In tha-“

 

“No!”

 

It was a good couple of hours of amusing himself by harassing Marie and training before Jaz realised that he hadn’t seen Cairma yet. Going for a wander, it took him perhaps a good twenty minutes or so to find Cairma. She had a few spots she tended to go alone to practice and he was glad to find her. Now he could find out where Aran and Lyssa were. Waving to her as he got close, the lack of response wasn’t unusual, but she’d know he was there.

 

“Good day my little crumpet, I was wondering if you could grace my ears with your beautiful voice for at least a moment, if not forever. I thought Aran and Lyssa were traveling with you, would you be able to gift this humble heart and soul with the knowledge of their whereabouts?”

 

 

Jaromir Verakov

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

Cairma lowered Beast as she side-glanced Jaz with a roll of her eyes. "South, if you must know. I don't care where they are." Leaning against her sword as if waiting for the unwanted man to leave. She was far from a good mood to have to deal with the mans irritating mouth. "Now be like a shadowspawn and flee before i tear you apart like one."

 

That was odd, it was a long time since he'd seen Cairma in a mood like this. Clearly she needed some cheering up, not to mention distraction from whatever was bugging her. Well, no he needed to find out where Aran and Lyssa were first, south was a very general direction. Then he could distract her. "Now my rose petal, there is no need for that. Why have you returned without them? I could not see the pair straying far from a gem such as yourself without reason, they will be awhile longer perhaps?"

 

Her grip on the pommel of her sword tightened as she swallowed what she could of her frustration. Every little sweet word of his dug in deeper and tightened a string that would normally have been easier to just laugh off. Bloody moon cycle... But instead she just wanted to put her hand through the pretty side of his face and rip out his vocal cords just so she could be left in peace. Possibly even knocking him over the head with the blunt side of her sword was just as favourable. Much easier explained. "South a few days ride, and i was in no mood for company. Take my advice Jaz and leave me be. I'm in no mood for anyone to enter my personal space. And that Includes this part of the yard."

 

That wasn't a good sign, Jaz wasn't blind to the way that she was gripping her sword. On the otherhand, maybe she just needed to let it out. Of course, he also wanted to live, but he was fairly sure that he was a fast runner, and Aran had managed to keep ahead of her after all. No, she'd expect that, he'd figure out something. "South a few days ride, my pretty? And nonsense, no woman can resist my company. Come on Cairma my dear, why don't you just tell me what happened? My butterfly isn't normally like this."

 

 

It had meant to be a warning shot. However as Beast was swung over his head, Jaz did the most stupidest thing he could ever do and rushed Cairma into the ground. Beast flying itself out of reach and embeding into the ground Jaz worked to get Cairma under him and pin her to tame her. However the smaller woman was surprisingly stronger than she would appear to be. The physcial nature of his actions tipped a small scale inside of Cairma to near panic as she struggled against him in a nearly frantic manner. As if she couldn't breath with him anywhere near her, she caughts his legs and forced them straight as she rolled him onto his back and pinned him. Balling her hand into a fist the first hit hurt, the second stung, and the third didn't at all as she missed the bits of tears that loomed behind her eyes. She didn't care that it was only a couple hits before she was torn off him. He had no right touching her! And he had no right to think that he could make her feel better. Bloody Aran.. reaching around to hit at the one that pulled her away from Jaz, she nearly hit as the one she had not expected or wanted to see tightened his grip on her.

 

 

 

Cairma Vishnu

Blade Master

 

Jaromir Verakov

Tower Guard

[Wayfarer]

"You got it? Thanks Lyssa, I owe you." Slipping out of the saddle, Aran left the reins with Lyssa as he looked about. They'd decided to return the moment Cairma had left, but Aran's... injuries, meant that they had to travel a little slower as a result. Still, after the first day of walking it off, they'd been able to make good time and now they had returned. All the while they had spoken, and Aran had even shared a few more things of himself as they had done so. On the otherhand, Cairma's leaving had fouled their trip somewhat, especially since it had been Cairma's to begin with and they, or rather, he had made it worse for her.

 

He'd been honest, but she hadn't been willing to accept it. Or maybe she was just too hurt, or maybe she just wanted time alone. Aran wasn't sure but regardless he needed to go and find her. He wasn't about to leave her to herself to crawl back into her shell and start ignoring the world around her, even if it meant she ignored only him. A thought that didn't sit well with him, but he'd rather her happy and not his friend to unhappy and no one's friend. Of course, she was nowhere in sight so that meant that he had to go on a search for her.

 

There were only so many places she could be, and only a few people had seen her. Still, he knew the places she went when she wanted to be alone and soon enough he found her. But not alone.

 

Jaz was there, fighting with her no less! Well, more defending himself because at the moment they came into view, Cairma had put the man on his back and getting herself ontop, she started pummeling the man repeatedly. Light! This wasn't her! Running over as quickly as he could, she didn't even notice him as he snaked his arms behind hers and hauled her off Jaz. Kicking and flailing as she was, the only safe thing to do was to have shove, half throw her away from Jaz. Stumbling away a step, she turned and then stopped as she saw who it was.

 

Using the lull that her surprise or whatever else it was caused, Aran kneeled down beside Jaz and looked over him. Cairma hadn't pulled her blows at all, but Jaz was able to get up at least with some help. Jaz was no blademaster and while he could hold his own, Cairma had the advantage. And while Jaz usually got himself into trouble, he couldn't think of what the man could have done. Turning back to Cairma who was still standing there and watching, Aran spoke to her as he let Jaz stand on his own. "Whats going on here?"

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

She looked to Jaz's face and watched as he spat out blood. It seemed almost surreal to her as he stood on shaky legs and feeling almost nothing as the fight in her faded to nothing along with any other emotion. She didn't look to Aran but caugh Jax's one unswollen eye. She didn't know what he thought of her now. She truely didn't care, or had no thought that she might care. Maybe tomorrow would be better and she could apoligize. But she had no answer to the question. She had no answer to anything.

 

Frowning at Cairma's lack of answer, Aran turned to Jaz. Light but he looked terrible. "And you? I don't suppose you have anything to say about this?" And of course, the great fool just shook his head at Aran. "Princess and I was just having a tussle Aran, just a little carried away is all."

 

"I see." In other words, Jaz would be a good friend to Cairma and not say a word because he'd feel he was ratting her out. It only took Aran a moment to make his decision. "Jaz, you're to go to the infirmary now. Tell them you fell down a flight of stairs, or that when you went to the chamberpot it fought back. I don't care, but don't tell them about this."

 

Getting an enthusiastic nod followed by a wince out of Jaz, Aran turned from him as the man walked away. If he didn't want to talk then he wasn't going to bother. Cairma was the one who had been in control of the situation anyway, Jaz could not have stood a chance unless he'd caught Cairma with her hands tied behind her back. Taking a step closer to her, Aran frowned as he studied her. "Well? Why?"

 

She fought through the clearness in her head, the illusion that made would only make her weep as the clouds in her mind returned as she steared for the answer that Aran demanded. Why was she hitting Jaz. She never done that before. Did he attack her first? Or did she when she swung her fists at him. Did she 'really' swing her fists at him. Refusing to close her eyes and shut everything out, she forced herself to take responsibility for at least something. But even then she had no reason for her actions, and as a Blademaster.... She swallowed hard. Her answer was so quiet that Aran had to ask her to say it again.

 

"I don't know." She whispered.

 

"You don't know?" Aran took another step closer, had she slid backwards? He was not going to allow her to go back to the way she was, not a chance of it. Of course, whether he was going to get any information out of her was another matter. But, the main thing was to make sure she realised what she had done first. Then when she understood that, maybe she'd understand the why of it. "Jaz is your friend, you've just sent him to the infirmary. Friends don't do that to each other for no reason. Light Cairma, he's about as harmless as they come, what did he do to upset you? Or did you upset him? Why is his face a mess, Cairma?"

 

friend.. .. The words run in her ears as Cairma looked at Aran. Not just glanced at him, but looked him dead in the eye as the clouds gathered into a storm. "Do you want to know what happened, Aran? From the very bloody beginning?!" her voice seethed as her back straightened. "He started his usual harassement and I took a warning swat at him and then he tackled me to the ground. That's what happened." She glowered, her precious control keeping back the words she wanted to yelled at him. "It would seem I have some making up to do, But you will be the last person i do it for. I do not need you to lecture me on how to treat people when you are a far cry from showing half the respect the people around here deserve."

 

"I would not expect you to do it for me, I'd expect you to do it for yourself and for him." This anger was something that was... He'd hoped to never see it again, but now it was rearing its ugly head. His suspicions as to why... "Tell me something. Is this about him or about me? You didn't just up and leave for no reason. Me and Lyssa have both been worried about you but thanks to my condition, we weren't able to catch up. If you have something to say, now is a good time for it. No one else to hear it but me."

 

"Not everything is about you, Aran. You may have triggered a bad memory that caused this," Her hands swept to the yard without her eyes leaving his, "But no. This is not about you. You want answers to things you may not want to hear. But i'll bet my Beast that your curiousity will listen anyways. And I don't give a bloody light what you think of me, or how I feel about you. I doubt that It would even bother you that you are the first to place a single hand on my without me flinching, and why would Jaz be ever so different. I trust the boy, even his sweet talk is endearing, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

 

"Did you know that your past isn't so different than mine?" She held up her finger to keep him silent. She was far from finished. "I don't care how things happened in your past, curious as I am, I'm tired of my past haunting me when you speak of yours. You had your hands dipped in blood for money. Innocent blood. So did I. Maybe not so innocent, but either way death by poisons were just as sweet, and i still got my money. I didn't even have to kill my brother, any of them, to get it. I spent four years in the Dark Ones Shadow to avoid becoming a slave to what i feared destined to become."

 

"My mother was a whore, my father was a whore, and I.." She nearly laughed, "Was well on my way to becoming one. Only I poisoned them before they could get too far. Why? Because I wanted to believe that there was such a thing as Love." She nearly spat out the word. "And then you, The one person that I even remotely for a second let my guard down, you who has pranced around the yard on display for the whole tower to chase with light skirts surrounding you, had to bloody well challenge our trust in you to believe that we wouldn't accept you because of your past?"

 

Her head shook as she looked at him with a look unconnected with the pain in her hear, angry she left Aran standing there as she continued. Words that were never meant to be said in anger were spoken jsut as eazily as the words ran off her tongue. "I love you, Aran, and I doubt that would mean anything to someone that never has a cold bed." She started to choke on her words as the realization of what she said slipped past her own ears. Balling up her fists, she ignored her sword that still stood erected out of the earth. She had no need of it, no thought of it. "Jaz got hurt because so many times others have done the same. And you already knew this. I hope that is the answer your looking for, because that is all your going to get from me." She looked to Aran's blank face, whether she put him in shock, if he was angry, she didn't know. "If you don't mind, unless you wish to show off whatever authority over me you wish, I have a Friend to apologize to."

 

 

It was with a great deal of difficult that Aran kept his face blank as Cairma told her story. His usual smiles and grins wouldn't find a place in this, he didn't despise her for what she said and any sort of sympathy he gave he feared would be taken for pity. He was fairly sure she would have found that more insulting than anything else he could have done. Some of what she said was confusing, it was all blurted out and without detail it could only be seen bleakly, in the same way Aran's past could be seen. Knowing his own past allowed him not to judge her, he didn't know her past, he only knew her now.

 

And she loved him? Even after what had happened? But the moment those words came out of her mouth she was forging straight past it. Jaz. All of this just waiting to come out and Jaz had been the one to press the wrong button at the wrong time. Not what Jaz could have expected, but he had pushed it. Still, Cairma had exacted more than enough from him to make up for that. Now it was for Cairma to do her part in turn. After Aran was done talking to her.

 

"Before you do... You're right, I did challenge your trust, and Lyssa's. I've only told a select few over the years, only pieces of it at that. After the night before were I ruined everything, I feared I might lose you and her over it. You might be able to point to your past, something I didn't know, but not everyone has that. I feared losing you because I care for you, whether or not you want to believe it, and I still do."

 

"But Jaz." Aran's tone hardened slightly as he spoke. "You had him at your mercy, you could have pulled your blows. You know it as well, otherwise you wouldn't be ready to apologise to him. You might not trust him, but he definitely trusts you, as do a lot of others. Remember that when you go to him." Regretful as he finished, Aran gestured towards the infirmary. There was nothing else for Aran to say. Not because there wasn't anything left to say, but because Aran wasn't sure what to say. It was a lot to take in, and he didn't want to do the wrong thing and hurt her. Not after she had said what she had.

 

Her anger shifted to cold, ice cold eyes looking at Aran. She wasn't sure if it was the slight rejection that he merely 'cared' for her - not that she would hope for anything more. At least there she was being reasonable. - or the aquired lecturing tone that turned her to stone within as she stood across from him but there was nothing that kept her there anymore. If there was one person she did not want within her sights, it was Aran. "Do me a favour and stay away from me. Your lecture has more than proven its point. Report me, I don't care. Just leave me be." She did not wait for an agreement as her voice nearly cracked as she spoke the last sentence. Turning she left the secluded yard and Aran walking straight for the infirmary in search of Jaz. It wasn't a matter of Aran being right or not. It was him being the one to say it to her. Bloody Ashes.. why did it always have to be him!?

 

 

 

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

 

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand

Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode

 

 

 

 

 

Cairma Vishnu

BM

 

Aran

TG

 

Jaromir Verakov

TG

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

I'm not a stranger

No I am yours

With crippled anger

And tears that still drip sore

 

But I do not want to be afraid

I do not want to die inside just to breathe in

Cut - Plumb

 

 

Guilt or Hurt, she wasn't sure which was building up stronger within her as she walked through the gates into the Tower. Despite the removed weight of Beast from her back sheath, the wieght of the words exchanges weighted far heavier than any sword. And the guilt of what she did to Jaz nearly doubled it. She watched novice and Aes Sedai look to her in cuirosity, some even her age, walking past her in thier own haze of actions to be done. How long would it take them to control thier emotions? 5-10 years? More? She envied thier control, drilled into them well before thier shawl was placed on thier shoulders.

 

I wonder... what sort of Aes Sedai I would make. Would i have beaten up a friend? She almost laughed at that. Aes Sedai with friends... .. She thought to Jaydena and could not help but feel sadeness for her as well. Betrayed by her own friends within the tower. No, she was glad that she was given a sword instead of the One Power. She would nto wish that sort of responsibility on anyone.

 

After a small talk with a Yellow at the entrance to the infirmary Cairma was let in and taken to Jaz. he was still waiting to be healed, but no Aes Sedai asked her a question, for which she was thankful for. She was feeling Bad enough as it was already. Her eyes looked over Jaz's face and she outwardly winced.

 

"Light.. what a mess. I'm so sorry Jaz. I didn't mean it." Her voice softened to a deep sadness. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that, not ever."

 

 

 

 

Cairma Vishnu

Blade Master

[Wayfarer]

Looking up as Cairma started walking towards him, Jaz managed to refrain his hands up infront of him and quipping that she was there for another round. That or throwing his legs over the other side of the bed and using it as a shield. She looked like she had calmed down, and from the look on her face she wasn't too happy. Thankfully not the unhappy that would end up with him being hit again, just unhappy. Listening as she spoke, Jaz shook his head. "Its alright, I provoked you. When I realised you were angry I thought you might be able to blow off some anger on me. I just wasn't expecting you to be that angry is all." There was a rueful smile on his face as he finished.

 

"No it's not alright. I hurt you beyond a normal fight. For all I knew what I was doing, I could have killed you." Cairma leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "I should have been in better control, light I don't even remember why I did it."

 

"Well, you aren't like that normally. But thank you for coming here and apologising." Shrugging, Jaz decided that he might as well ask. She had let the anger loose now after all, now that it was spent she could maybe talk. "You know, I've never seen you that angry before, ever. Was it something that happened on the trip? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but if you want to talk... Well, I'm not doing anything else at the moment, blossom."

 

The deep sigh that escaped from her lips was enough to know that she was holding it in, waiting for that question. "A very serious talk, is what happened. It is not up to me to disclose what was said, but parts of it brought up some really bad memories for me. It is why I left them behind. I was hoping to be able to work it off, but you sort of beat me to it." She wasn't sure if the man knew of Aran, and she highly doubted it. And no one knew of how she felt about Aran, so she was safe there... But even her past she wasn't ready to tell, not any more than she already had.

 

Listening, Jaz nodded at what Cairma had to say. He wasn't going to try and pry the details out of her, clearly it had something to do with Aran or Lyssa though what it could be Jaz couldn't have said. Bad memories were something that he could understand though, he had enough of his own. Reaching out and taking Cairma's hand, she looked surprised as he gave it a gentle squeeze but she didn't pull away. "I understand, I think. Do you know how I got this?" Jaz raised his other hand to the right side of his face. While his left was still quite fair, his right was was covered in scars left by burns inflicted a long time ago.

 

She shook her head. In truth, she always forgot about it. Jaz was Jaz and the scarring never bothered her. "No. If you don't mind, what happened?"

 

"Most people tend to think it happened during a battle, or something heroic. I usually don't bother to dissuade them." Sighing, Jaz took a moment before he continued, looking away as he spoke. "My mother died when I was born. My father never forgave me for it and in addition to being a smith who was handy with his hands, he also became quite the drunkard. I didn't want to follow the trade, I became quite the aspiring gleeman. So much so that I ran away with one who was passing by so I could learn the trade. Was quite good at it too, then when I was seventeen I felt like I needed to go home, see how my father was."

 

"He was in the smithy, and when he realised who it was he took hold of me and dragged me over to the forge and stuck my face in the coals." As much as he had achieved some peace about it, that memory still caused his face to harden, despite the pain from his bruises. "I don't know how I got free, but first thing I did was come here. I thought I could have my face healed, but by the time I got here they had too long to heal on their own, nothing could be done for it. Any aspirations I had at being a Gleeman died then, no one wants a gleeman with half his face burned away, cause the girls to look away and the children to cry with fright."

 

"So, I decided I wanted to take up the sword, I never wanted anyone to hurt me again. I enrolled here as a trainee." Jaz's voice softened now as he spoke, easier memories for him to handle. "Over time I began to realise that I had friends here, people I could trust. They even got used to my face, or rather, it didn't matter to them. When I finished my training I decided to stay here with the friends I'd made and I took my oaths. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I'd left, but never for long."

 

"But, I guess the reason I'm rambling about all of this is that... Well, I know I don't know why you were so angry, but I know the feeling of it. Thats why I don't blame you. Besides, this face isn't exactly pretty to begin with." The last said with a grin, Jaz winced as his face told him that grinning was a bad idea. "But yeah, don't worry about it. Friends?" Jaz punctuated his question with another squeeze of Cairma's hand.

 

 

Jaromir Verakov

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

She listened to his story as it calmed her, a deeper core of her. Of why she wanted to be here at all. It was more than just survival, but something more grand and beautiful. She winced with his story, but, like with so many others, she showed no pity, only understanding. And as he squeesed her hand, Cairma smiled at him.

 

"I don't know, Jaz. Your about as smooth as the rest of them. Do you want to know a secret?" She smiled at him, "I never saw your scars. Just a smile." She leaned over and kissed his scared cheek and stood. "Thank you for your story, Jaz. If i ever need to tell someone mine, i know who to turn to." She paused as a yellow sister walked in. "However, if you tell anyone that.... "

 

"I'm sorry my sweet cherry, but how can I not proclaim your beauty to everyone I see? Everytime I look into your sea green eyes I cannot help but lose sight of all else." Smiling as he delivered his speech, there was understanding in it. What was said between them stayed between them. Well, that and she was pretty.

 

She could not help it, but she blushed. A rare event in itself. She nodded her head as she understood that meaning. She smiles and gave him a wink. "Well, if you put it that way, i suppose you can whisper it in your sleep. Is there anythign else you need, within reason?"

 

Laughing, Jaz threw his hands up in the air, causing the Aes Sedai to look at him with irritation as he spoke. "Reason? Love has no reason and I have been struck dumb by yo-" Losing his breath as he suddenly went cold all over, Jaz seized up as he felt his face knitting itself anew. As the cold left him, he tried to say something but it came out as a mumble as he felt himself being laid down, the ceiling spinning him to sleep.

 

Not always fond of the Aes Sedai healing herself, she watched as Jaz's eyes closed. Standing for a moment as if avoiding something outside of the room. The Yellow Sister gave Cairma a small smile and looked to the Door. "He will be sleeping for some time. You best leave him to heal. No worries, there will be no more than the usual scaring on his face." She nodded to the Aes Sedai. "Thank you, Aes Sedai." And turned to leave. With a small disconcerted sigh, she headed back to the Yard where Beast waited for her. Best pick up her sword and go retreave something to eat. Emotional whirlwinds always did wonder to her hunger pains.

 

 

Cairma Vishnu

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