Jump to content

DRAGONMOUNT

A WHEEL OF TIME COMMUNITY

tismeb4u

Member
  • Content Count

    454
  • Joined

  • Last visited

Everything posted by tismeb4u

  1. A distant momentary look; knuckles paler then deaths own embrace from the strangling hold on the utensil it gripped. That was not a subtle tell that she had let slip during their banter, it screamed with a raw depth of buried emotion he had only witnessed twice from her. The room at the in where she had awakened in sheer terror and the night in the stable’s where she has slipped silently into his arms; bide him silence to avoided the question. She had tried to explain it to him. It had been the reason for their training in weapons and would eventually be in hand to hand combat. But still parts
  2. Trust … he had not missed her insinuation on his lack of trust. Perhaps that was not what she had meant, her parting words were simply a spoken answer to an unspoken question. Perhaps, but he couldn’t be sure. He couldn’t be sure of anything anymore it seemed. Trust a small word that carried the weight of Dragonmount itself. How could he simply accept, he had tried once and look where that landed him. Isolated, alienated and alone; no matter how hard he had tried to change what was already woven. Sirayn was gone, a furrow creasing his brow as he watched her surveying the jar. A simple damaged
  3. It was work to hold down the deep rumbling laughter that tried vainly to rise and claim him at her simple question. Why? How many mentee had thought that very same question a multitude of times in the past. Memories peculating to fulfill that same sense in his own past training. The short sighted need of the student to tie a neat and precise line between two dots that seemed randomly placed. More over how many had galled enough to voice it as she had; visions of more than a few extra exercise routines added to answer his own youthful questioning. Oh Lavinya, how fortunate you are of timings an
  4. A hint of glee; the teasing twinkle of light off a perfectly cut facet of a stone the same color as her gown met the smoldering defiant fire in a mirror of Ayende’s coat. Her words like the sweet thick golden nectar of honey dripping from a freshly removed comb combined with an undertone of defiance adding a childlike rebellion to the flow of her words. It was a refreshing hint of normalcy after what felt an eternity of darkness and loss. How many times had he found the simple pleasure in the frustration and feint sarcasm of a trainee under his guidance? How long had it been since he last took
  5. There was no pretense between them, the very walls of the room could feel the held breath after the willowy girl slipped from the room; could see the open study the combatants shared. Each looking for indications of where the other’s thoughts were headed. Corin’s fingers idly thrummed on the handle of the tankard that had been refilled before him. His gaze remained on the Lavinya, drinking in every twitch and movement of her face and eyes. Sometimes the game was subtle; a hint of morning mist still clinging to the cool canopy of the nearby trees after the sun’s rays had erased it’s view from t
  6. He Studied her face as her eyes closed and denied him one key element he used to gauge a person. Her words washed over him; eyes searching for signs of deeper meaning or deflection in the way she held her face, the even tone of her voice. But nothing was offered to him save her instruction and almost trance like retelling of the discipline. A rose; thorny barbs meant to piece the skin of the unsuspecting and bring pain to the careless. Red delicate petals similar to that of her words began to form in his mind but were swept away before they could take complete shape. How ironic that which woul
  7. Sunshine, like a collection of diamonds dancing over a babbling brook glinted off the edge, danced with the point. Ribbon Of Air; tip bouncing in light controlled flicks as it crossed in front of him. His breath flowing with the movement of his body though Cat Crosses The Courtyard. An empty comfort wrapped him lake a familiar and cherished blanket. The memory of another blanket pulled tight around the frail and isolated woman passing briefly though memory, sliding over the unseen glass of separation in his mind. How to protect, the thought a faint whisper from the depths. His movement turned,
  8. Slowly the tension that sat in tightly coiled knots began to ease in his shoulders while his hands worked the brushes over Ayende’s chestnut hair. Ayende’s flank twitched with the pass of the brush, but the stallion seemed content to receive the added attention. Normally he would give Ayende a brush down at the end of the day, but this morning he needed the distraction. A task he could mindlessly go about to help settle the calm he had been floating in and out of all morning. The training had gone better than he had expected; their interactions at least had. He had expected Sirayn would have i
  9. Heart and breath in unison stopped for a fraction of a second, like the bodies reaction when plunged through the ice of a frozen lake and enveloped in the frigid water. The word, a single solitary word; two simple letters, carried the weight and commandment of the Dragon himself. Even with the strained note it carried he knew it was Lavinya’s voice that had brought the word to life and stilled all movement in him. A strain that should never have come from an Aes Sedai of her stature and yet more than twice this very night it had been there. His head snapped around to meet her gaze with a speed
  10. Her words washed over him, cold river water cast on the evening fire. It held equal results; a cooling, dampening down of a fury he still did not understand why it was there and the billowing build of steam hissing forth from the heats center. Only in Corin that billowing steam was the cascading pressure of failure. He had lost a charge that was never his to begin with. No matter how he had tried, and he had done almost anything, far beyond the reasonable extents of normal thought. Pushed until he had pushed her away and still he had pursued her with no regard for sanity. What was it that held
  11. So.... I'm back ... sort of ... kind of ... I think so ... hmmm So decisive .... Okay, so I am trying to get back into the swing of writing again. I still have to toss a reply info to the sign in post (will do after this I guess) and will be posting to complete a long lost .... well not lost, just unfinished RP arc from the past. As I get warmed up I will pop around to see what else others have going on. Oh ... probably help to mention my character is Corin Danveer for those wondering. :) Okay so I'm lost ... I tried looking back on historical posts that
  12. It was refreshing to see Lavinya flustered and off balance for once when Corin was not. For so long she had been the one to control the game and he the one always fighting to find a firm step. In a strange way it had similar feelings to a certain grey eyed storm he had tried to give his life to before. But now, as her hand shot up to stall any remarks he may have thought to provide, he found a pleasant charm about the less then collected Aes Sedai before him; a refreshing reminder that she was human after all. A fact he worked to remind himself more often of late it seemed. Sometime she could
  13. The days training was better this time, if for no other reasons than he did not have to physically correct Lavinya’s forms. She was making progress at an expectable slow but steady pace. But at least today all her errors could be corrected verbally or with a quick tap from the fletching end of the arrow he had taken on as his training staff. This was a good thing. She had distracted him far too much that first day. He did not want to fall back into that trap again; it was already hard enough to train her in those distracting outfits. They were far from practical for training with weapons. But
  14. The influx in her voice drew his attention sharply along with his gaze. She had seemed almost astonished or was it shock? There had been something there he was sure of it. Only now she was once again the composed Aes Sedai that she almost always was. Was it all in his mind again, the cooling of her nearness still softening the edges of his thoughts. No he was certain there had been something there. Corin’s gaze turned to a more keen and critical mentor as he watched her begin to set herself into the stance and begin the motion of drawing for a shot. If she was missing anything o
  15. With a slight effort he let the comment wash over him and dissipate. He was the instructor now, the mentor. His mind remembered the task well and emotion stepped willingly aside as it had done so many times in the yard. Now it was only mentor and mentee. His eyes traveled over her form but registered only the slight tremble of tension in her arm as she worked to hold the draw; the nearness of her feet, the slight twist at her waist. Where earlier he might have felt a touch of desire at the accentuation the dress offered her hips. The mentor only saw the lack of a locked frame and a misplace of
  16. The graceful flow of her shoulder as the sun’s rays kissed the small exposed expanse of her neck in the small movement of the shrug locked his eyes for a moment; enough to causing him to berate himself again while he forced his focus to her comments. His gaze watched her eyes and face more than the field of glittering death between them. He sought any indication of familiarity, of knowledge, or prolonged look of interest that might find way to her face. But the general blankness over the majority coupled with the weak knowledge of the bow left him with a very large and blank canvas in which to
  17. It took more work to hold the emotionless mask then he expected when his eyes met the deep chestnut of Lavinya’s. Her gaze was filled with scrutiny as she searched him for something. What that would be was to remain behind her eyes it seemed as her expression softened. It would appear that he had past, the thought highlighted with her empty threat and half hidden smile. The night’s warmth was still too fresh to him even now after the clearing of the void. Too easy a twinkle found its way to the corner of his eyes, “of course Ae.. Sis. I shudder at the thought of your untarnished facade being
  18. As Covai and Arath passed by Linten flowed out of the shadow of the building where he had been standing. He had watched the small group make there way across the yard with curiosity. Anytime he found more then one of the council together in conversation he was curious. He still was not sure what he thought about this new regime. He just knew that so far he had not been called before them in bad light and they seemed either oblivious to his presence in the yard, which he doubted, or they were content to give him rope and see what he did with it. A prospect that tensed his shoulders slightly. Sp
  19. The night had been long, or it had felt like it. But it had also given Corin a great deal of time to think and make some decisions. A few of which he did not like the answers even though he knew there was little in the way of options open to him. Some he was not sure he ever would accept again; no matter how much faith she had in him. He still did not understand or comprehend how a person could control another’s dream or what this dream world that Lavinya had spoken of was. But he did know the fear that was on her face and in her voice. A very real and petrifying fear that had gripped her like
  20. Linten accepted the soldiers greeting with a nod of his head, “Seyneru, indeed.” His voice left just the barest hint of a possible question to that. The man had begun to seem a little uneasy around Linten unlike the first time he had met the man. Perhaps there was others whispering in his ear as well, or perhaps Linten’s past had begun to surface in rumours once more. The first he could observe and perhaps correct, the later he was powerless to deal with for now. But that could change in the future, perhaps. His eyes took in the lady with them in a quick measuring gaze. Yes now that he was clo
  21. OOC: No worries Neira, that is just Linten's personality. :) As soon as Racelle had mentioned Dashiva, Linten's mind began ticking away. That was a relationship he was still trying to foster back into some semblance of balance. Which would benefit him more, to remain with the women until the message was delivered or deliver the message himself and leave Racelle to look after the newcomer. She didn't look like she was in any condition to give Racelle trouble. But if he went to deliver the message and something did happen to Racelle, would Dash blame him for any of it? A major set back that
  22. It was a natural reaction when one was unsure of the company he was in. Or that was what Linten told himself each time the cautious action took place. As Seyneru filled himself with Saidin and wove a shield around them, Linten’s own reaction was to partially weave a shield to slam between the source and the man. It was not that he believed him a threat. But Linten was finding it hard to trust anyone he had not already known and had spent enough time with since his return to ensure where he stood. Too much had changed and the sudden attack and dispatch of Brent cut to close to home. Who was to
  23. Immediately a retort was on the tip of his tongue working against the word he had just stated to her but her raised hand silenced it before life could be given the thought. Instead he silently agreed that she was far from blameless. How could she be when she was a tool of bloody Sirayn's sent to keep him in perpetual torment. It was not bad enough the way they had left it, not bad enough that she had disappeared knowing it would cause him pain and torment. She had to ensure he never forgot the mistakes he had made with her and so she had set another of her own creations on him. One she knew he
  24. The news had spread fast; arrival of Dashiva Somtaaw back to the Tower was on the lips of every soldier he passed along the way. Most seemed to agree that he had gone straight to a meeting with the council and that a woman was traveling with him. That was a new piece Linten had not counted on. Dashiva was an individual like most of the men at the Farm when Linten had arrived. He remembered the man as a general good natured person with a strong sense of fairness. He had a strong relationship with the men back then and was a natural leader. That was probably the main reason why Brent had exiled
×
×
  • Create New...