Due to some timeline difficulties and the earlier forced aging I need to do some readjusting.  Basically, I need to make Shaneevae 76 during the main time line. Now, the problem is why on Earth would a 76 year old be made HoA.  Well, after much discussion with James we came up with this idea.

Shaneevae is on the Council at such a young age due to being maybe a token youth?  Maybe someone decides that fresh ideas are needed.  Well, when Raeyn decides to go into retirement the council begins discussing their choices for HoA.  None of them want it stating they're too busy.  Going something like this:

"I've other matters to attend to."

"But you're the logical choice."

"No, I'm not, but So and So is."

"I don't want it."

"Well, I don't either."

"But you're older."

"You're younger."

"That makes no sense."

"You're just senseless!"

"Well, you're a stupid cow!"

"I know! I know!  Let's make Shaneevae do it."

You get the gist. I'd love to see this RP'd out.  It could be quite funny.  James has agreed to NSW one of our stock Browns. Raeyn and maybe Neph could NSW Sada for us.  And maybe Owen will play one of our stock Browns as well.

What say you folks? ;D

Blame you? I ask you to concentrate, to pay attention and focus your thoughts and efforts and how do you repay me? You throw yourself on the floor as if you have been pole axed by someone with a quarterstaff. And as if that is not bad enough you are naked, yet again!

Shaneevae climbed awkwardly to her feet, shoulders hunched and trying to cover what little she could with her hands. The burn was fierce and she knew her cheeks were stained a deep crimson from the harshness of his words. They were not in jest, she knew Franklin well enough to know that what he’d said was true and that she was right.  He was no longer in love with her; as a matter of fact it seemed he cared very little for her as a person even.  She was a nuisance to him, an intrusion, and he was put out with having to deal with someone he considered trivial. 

With her chin and eyes dropped, she tried to focus on clothing herself, but she couldn’t get beyond the hurt that had welled up and lodged itself in her throat.  Not able to concentrate, she turned her back to him working to gain some control over the tears threatening to fall. She swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump wedged in her windpipe. The ball of emotions, shame and embarrassment were bitter, and she knew they would taste no sweeter once they passed into her belly.  Patronizing.  He’d just been patronizing her like some child with too many questions.  A child he had no way of politely avoiding so he just dealt with her the best way he could.  Shaneevae understood perfectly well.

Perhaps you need someone else to help you here Shaneevae, I am beginning to think I am not the capable of helping someone like you.

That bitter, twisted lump finally hit her belly and nausea swam through her. Someone like me. Shaneevae shook her head forcing her mind to accept what her heart was having difficulty acknowledging. She should have known better.  She should have stuck with her first assumption.  Turning around was out of the question, she’d be damned before she let him see the hurt he’d caused on her face, but she spoke loud enough for him to hear, “I understand, Franklin.  I do not know why I thought after all this time your feelings for me would have changed.”

Wrapping her arms tightly about her she continued, “You left me once.  I should have accepted that. You made your choice years ago.  I’m sorry to have bothered you. If you’ll just send me back into the waking world I’ll not bother you again.”

Shaneevae

Woohoo!  Congratulations sweetie. ;D

I'll be gone from Thursday until late Saturday.  If anyone needs me, PM me and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Have a great Turkey Day! ;D

Not looking back, Shaneevae grinned knowing he would follow, adding an extra sway to her step, her skirts swishing to the rhythm, she made her way to the gate.  No more than a few yards were covered before he was at her side and asking, “Could I at least have directions to where this place is? Or for that matter do I need to bring a receipt or gold?"

Without stopping, she allowed her peripheral vision to caress the masculinity of his naked torso and lower lingering only briefly before coming back to his face and catching his eyes delving deeply into her cleavage. She knew what he was looking at. The lion’s claw that hung between her breasts had been a gift from him and men always wanted to know you appreciated their gifts enough to wear them.  That or he was doing what most men did, peruse her bosom. With his attention back to her eyes he added, “Otherwise I might be out all night to gather this garment."

“You bring up a valid point.”  Shaneevae said hurrying out the gate.  Once outside, she looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. “You must arrive back to my rooms before sunset with the package or there will be no reward.”

Continuing on, they passed into the gardens and when she was sure no one was around, Shaneevae stepped in behind a thick copse of trees.  Hands on her hips, she studied him thoughtfully before running her finger down the center of his chest and down to the waistband of his breeches. Forefinger wet with his sweat, she slipped it between her lips and grinned.

“Miss Lottie’s is located behind The Siren’s Call.  No gold will be needed, but you must tell her this.” She said slipping her hand into her corset and pulling out a small note offering it to him. “…in order to secure the purchase.”

Watching his eyes grow large as he read the note, Shaneevae giggled and turned to leave. “Don’t forget, Arturus. Before sunset,” she called out over her shoulder.

Shaneevae

Not yet. We're still trying to work out some details and recruit some more male Aes Sedai for the RP. Interested??? *looks hopeful*

Dismissing the novice, Shaneevae opened the message and grinned when she read its contents.  The darling undergarment she had commissioned Miss Lottie to make was complete and ready for pick up. Walking over to the window, she looked out upon the Yards and grinned. The corner of the missive placed thoughtfully against her lips, she contemplated on the best way to retrieve said garment. Should she go into town herself and surprise her friend or should she send him to pick it up and deliver it to her rooms?  Each held delightful possibilities, but the latter would build the anticipation and anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Checking her hair in the looking glass, she pushed stray tendrils behind her ears and smoothed the pale green of her skirts. Satisfied with her appearance, she headed towards the Yards. It didn’t take her long to find the young man she was looking for as he was headed off the practice field and on his way to the barrel of cool water at the corner of the Yards.

Looking appreciatively at his bare chest beaded with sweat, Shaneevae felt a tightening low in her stomach.  Scooping some of the icy water, she snuck around behind him and placed the frosted glass against the back of his neck. As he turned, she watched the flash of knowledge in his gray eyes being quickly replaced by reverence. Bowing, he asked, “How may I serve you Aes Sedai?"

Allowing a slow grin to spread across her face and a mischievous glint to light in her eyes; she handed him the water and spoke low, “I have a task I need you to complete, Arturus.” Biting her lower lip, she allowed her gaze to travel the length of him slowly, “I have an article of a personal nature that has been completed and I’m need of someone to pick it up for me.”  Dropping her chin and looking up from beneath heavy lashes, she breathed quietly, “I think you’ll rather enjoy it and if you’ll be so kind as to pick up this parcel for me at Miss Lottie's and deliver to my rooms I may feel inclined to let you watch me check the fit.”

Shaneevae smiled like a contented cat when she saw the flash of his pupils.  Before turning to go, she leaned in closer and whispered, “I may also be inclined to let you help me out of it.”

Shaneevae

Bad Girl

Leaning against the wall with her long legs crossed at the ankles and her arms crossed across her chest, Petra’s green eyes squinted up at the sun. It was proving to be another hot one, so she pushed off the wall with a grunt and started braiding her blond hair haphazardly in an effort to keep it from sticking to her face when the noon day heat really took hold. She despised training. She despised teaching, but she had relented to judging spars just to get the powers that be off her back. It was certainly the lesser of two evils.

Finishing the braid, she tossed it back over her shoulder and strutted over to the trainees. They were young, but neither held that wide eyed innocence she so often saw in new Yard boys.  There was a hardened look to each whether it had been put there before they arrived in Tar Valon or after mattered little. It would be a fair match as long as they held their tempers.

Stretching, long, lean muscle nonchalantly, she put on her best bored expression and looked down at the young men. It was a rare occurrence that she ever had to look up. “I’m Petra, gaidar to Tayline Sedai and I expect you to go at this hard. No pussyfooting around, do you hear?” Slapping her hands against her leather breeches, she added, “Pussyfoot and I’ll wear you both out like a couple of girls, got it?”

With their nod, she went back to her post at the wall. Giving them the signal, she slid to the ground watching with only mild interest. When the dark haired youth flicked dirt into the others eyes and then drawing blood, Petra couldn’t help, but smile.  He fought dirty, not that she approved of that sort of thing, but it did get the job done. “Point.”

Petra Mirabal

Green Gaidar

Even a stray thought can be dangerous…..oh dear. Those words alone told Shaneevae volumes, surmising that this was going to be a more difficult task than she had assumed. Her mind was consumed by stray thoughts. What would happen if…..maybe if I try……how about this……I forgot to eat……He looks good enough to… She thought as she watched Franklin appreciatively. Case and point. Well, needless to say, stray thoughts were just part of her nature and now she had to focus exclusively on one task? That was bloody well impossible. Thoughts bounced around in her head like an illuminator’s firecracker set off in a tin can and he expected her to focus all of those down to one single thought?  Shaneevae scrunched up her face and winced. I’ll be dead by morning.

Following him out the door, she focused, really focused on what she should wear. The image surrounding her flickered past only about a dozen dresses before she settled on one. Once the decision was made, she closed her eyes tightly and attempted to burn the likeness into her brain.  While a modicum of success was achieved, she ruined it by tripping over a rock protruding from the ground.  Grasping at the image once more, she stopped and held onto it as fervently as possible waiting for Franklin’s approval, of course, all of this was done with her eyes squeezed shut and her bottom lip between her teeth. A Taraboner’s gown of diaphanous pale blue silk appeared clinging to her ripe form like a second skin and her hair fell in a multitude of intricate braids across her shoulders.

… although I must say you look most fetching like that, but the hair is a little silly.

Rolling her eyes, Shaneevae shook her head, braids gone and in its place the light brown waves she normally wore. Grinning seductively, she pushed her hair behind her ears and twisted around for his approval, “I chose this just for you Franklin.  I know how you appreciate a good set of…..ears.”

When he looked abased, Shaneevae laughed raucously.  It was good to see that she could still cause the flush to rise in his face. Shooing him along they continued walking, much to her dismay, a very uneven path. Amazing that he knew she had trouble thinking and walking at the same time. It was a disturbing flaw, one she’d had since her youth. With singular focus she could accomplish anything.  The problem was narrowing things down to a singular focus. The probability of that happening was so outrageous that not even the most ardent gambler would place a bet.

After stumbling several more times, tripping repeatedly and finally falling flat on her face, she cursed, a stream of words so vile that even the most hardened soldier would blush.  Even worse than her gigantic misspeak was her first thought upon realizing that she was going to fall and fall hard.  My dress will be ruined! And how did the Dream interpret that?  By landing her prone in the dirt naked as the day she was born. Jagged rocks and dirt did not feel so good on her tender bits. Lifting her chin, she growled, “Sorry about the language, but can you blame me?”

Shaneevae

Brilliant, but clumsy...

 

 

Annais: Mistress Wanton (although I protest this :P 10 men and women over 110 years is not bad at all even if it is more than Shaneevae's body count)

 

*laughs* Don't worry, She's catching up with Annie and I did forget one and getting ready to add one.  PLUS, I reserve the right to retro and one never knows what the future holds *waggles brows*, so Shan could surpass Annie soon enough. Bwahahaha ;)

But she has kissed more than I care to remember. :P

Shaneevae: Little Miss I Wish These *points to breasts* Were Brains.  ;D

Raeyn, Sada and Sarita(soon)

Raising an Amyrlin

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,20633.msg579538.html#msg579538

Shaneevae

I Warned You! – First trip into T’a’R.  Almost killed, but saved my the lovely Arie.

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,20502.0.html

The Morning After – A Novice finds Shan in her bed injured and bleeding. A Yellow Sister, Zalena, comes to Heal her and find out what happened.

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,23616.0.html

Sweet Thoughts in a Dream – Shaneevae is found by a Wolfkin she shares a past with, he begins her training in the Dream

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,23509.msg608462.html#new

A Lovely Prance through Cairhein – Shan runs around with an Aiel trying to discover a secret of Aignor’s.

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,6588.0.html

Suds in the Bucket – Retro with Annie in which laundry day turns into a catastrophe.

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,23639.0.html

Shadowspawn Class

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,23608.new.html#new

We’re still working out the kinks in our Brown sponsored RP, which will have us all transported into an alternate reality. Not yet ready, but it will be one day.

*looks back over list*

Holy cow!  What has gotten into me????

Spoilt child. Why that…. Shaneevae bit her tongue and  glared at the man that had been her first love and while she’d like to say time had changed him, it hadn’t.  He was still the pillar of stoicism he’d been in his youth. The Brown Sister had always been the more emotional of the two yet she’d seen the emotions that would well up in his eyes and voice. She was probably one of the only people to have ever seen them. A small smirk inched up the corner of her mouth as she took his hand and held tight.

The house was familiar.  It was Franklin’s home, the place they had reunited after years of not knowing what became of the other though it had played second fiddle in her fantasies to the large flattened rock in the wood. Leaning her head back, she sprawled out in the chair in a very unladylike manner. Closing her eyes to refocus, she wondered if she would ever get used to the way things worked Tel’aran’rhiod.

I thought some familiar surroundings would help you to become more comfortable here while you tell me who person is that nearly killed you, was it by accident or by design?

Accepting the mug, she took a sip before nodding her thanks and setting the mug upon the small table that sat between them. Where was one to even start when describing the events that led up to one’s near death experience?  Leaning forward, she rubbed her eyes furiously trying to recall the events she’d spent the last two days trying to forget. She’d revealed as little as possible to Zalena when pushed, but enough for the woman to know she was a Dreamwalker. Having left out the minute details on purpose in order not to relive the horror, she’d protected herself and now Franklin was asking her to spill the entirety and open her mind to the nightmare once again.

She sighed and grasped the arms of the chair, “Oh I’ve no doubt he came upon me by accident, but I’m just as certain that within seconds  a plan of the most wicked design had formed in his twisted mind.”

Eyes widening she stared into the flame of the fire, lost for the time being as her gaze glazed over separating herself from the memory. “I wasn’t even aware I was in the Dream or a dream for that matter until well into his attack. Rough and socially awkward was my first impression of him and….and that necklace.  I should have known…..”

Her voice grew quiet with the recollection, “A leather thong full of human and wolf teeth were strung about his neck and when his face morphed into a half-man, half-snarling dog, I scrambled to my feet and ran.” Shaneevae swallowed at the lump forming in her throat. “He wasn’t beautiful like you and your canine companions, he was monstrous. I couldn’t channel. I couldn’t protect myself and when a brief thought of a weapon to protect myself came to my mind and it appeared, that’s when I knew where I was.”

Noticing the whites of her knuckles as she gripped the arms of the chair, she released them and stood, pacing in front of the fire. “He broke me, Franklin. He broke bones, clawed gashes down my face and then turned to water filling my lungs in an effort to drown me.”  She shook her head and squeezed her eyes still unable to comprehend how’d he’d done that.

“If not for that woman…..that merciful angel in white, I would be dead. If not for the Yellow Sister that Healed me, I would be dead.”  Falling to her knees in front of Franklin, she dropped her head and then raised her gaze slowly, unshed tears glistening in her eyes, she begged, “I do not want this….this ability……this Talent. Make it go away. Please, Franklin, make it go away.”

Shaneevae

First Chair

Novice Dreamwalker

Go, and wake.

A spiralling rush as if spinning through time landed her harshly in bed. Eyes flying open, she sucked in a great gasp of air and would have cried out with the pain that gripped her chest if she’d had strength to do so. Thankful to be alive. Thankful to be in her bed and away from the horror from whence she came. Shaneevae tried fruitlessly to move, her arm useless at her side and her body throbbing in excruciating pain. How would she ever call out for help?  Her breathing was shallower than a plate. Making a sound that would travel through the thick walls of her quarters was beyond her ability even if she could grasp Saidar right now.

Through a bloodied gaze, she noted the room was softly lit with the gray of morning light.  Soon. Soon the novice will come to tidy my rooms. Looking from the corner of her eye, she could see the blood pooled and spreading out from her hand. Damn. If I don’t bleed to death first. She rolled her head back to stare at the ceiling working diligently to control her breathing.  Something wasn’t right. A gurgle in the back of her throat left her with a choking feeling almost as if she were drowning. Broken ribs had surely damaged something internally.

Deciding that if she waited on the novice to appear she may be dead and Light forbid she die in her own bed.  Shaneevae wouldn’t have it. Stilling her reserve, she tried to drag herself to the edge  with her good arm and punctured hand. Pain came in such waves that nausea roiled in her stomach and sweat broke out upon her forehead. With one more lurch, pain sent shockwaves through her body and a welcoming blackness enveloped her consciousness.

She wasn’t aware of how long had passed, but she was roused by the blood curdling scream of the Child.  Shaneevae winced and raised her head from the mattress only slightly.  “Yellow.”  She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Now Child. Run.”

Shaneevae el'Edware

Novice Dreamwalker

The change happened so abruptly that it was several seconds before realizing she stood upon the precipice of a cliff.  The distance to the bottom being so great that she could not make it out with the naked eye, she turned.  Prepared to move away from the danger, she tried to step forward against the strong wind which only got stronger with every effort she made. It was useless.  Fear gripped her heart and she fought to catch her breath as the gusts acted as a thief stealing each one before she could even take it. Scanning the horizon, she made out a figure in the distance. Oh please, Light, do not let it be that monster. Please. Looking over her shoulder she noticed the edge beginning to break away in trickling sediment. Turning back to give it a more concerted effort, she gasped when Franklin stood nose to nose with her. The vise that had been clenching relentlessly at her heart eased and just as she was about let out a sigh of relief he touched her, pushed her sending her free falling through the sky.

You have no idea what you are doing here, go now and wake, I will return for you tomorrow night and we can talk, if you will listen.

Die. I will die.  This cursed place is going to kill me.

Shaneevae woke right as the ground came rushing up to meet her. Jerking up, she winced and eyed the Accepted that had held visage by her side since her first night in Tel’aran’rhiod angrily. Crawling from the bed in clean yet rumpled bed clothes her hair a wild, disheveled mess, she growled at the Accepted trying to usher her back into the bed.  Slapping at the young woman’s hands, she spoke in low, direct tones, “Get out. I’m fine. Just leave me be.”  The Brown was too angry to feel any lingering pain from her injuries at the moment. Solitude was what she needed. Solitude to plan the tirade she had for her former lover.

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Having spent hours marching through the halls of the White Tower, trying to burn off the rage and fear that burned in her veins had only given her aching calves and thighs. Even with all the physical exertion, she tossed and turned, punching at the pillow in frustration as sleep eluded her. When finally sleep enveloped her, Franklin came.

“You spawn of a trolloc whore!” She screamed, her hand cracking across his cheek.  He stood, still and stoic. When she reared back to slap him again his hand came up quick as lightening catching her wrist.  Shaneevae jerked away, fury flashing in her blue-green eyes. She was a ball of rage as she let lose with a tirade that would burn the hair from his ears, “I do not choose to be in this place! How dare you do what you did to me! I was nearly killed by some crazy son of a bitch the first night I stumbled into this Creator forsaken place and then you push me off a cliff???”

She stomped, her fists balled up at her sides, her mouth spewing venom, “Why would you do that to me?” Mumbling, “You sorry piece of trolloc dung.” Shaneevae flung herself at Franklin, fists flying and the curses streaming from her mouth.

Shaneevae

On the brink and pissed off!

Indeed he will.  I know exactly how to deal with naughty boys that choose to misbehave in my classes.  An occupational hazard, doncha know. ;D

That'll just make it all the more fun!  ;)

Posted here: http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,23608.msg606613.html#msg606613

We have 8 participating. Three N/A and five trainees.  Go forth and RP!

Posted here: http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,23608.msg606613.html#msg606613

We have a total of 8 participating. Three N/A and five trainees.  Go forth and RP!

Gazing out the window, Shaneevae looked down upon the overflowing gardens of the White Tower and sighed.  She would rather be anywhere than cooped up in the classroom on a day like today. The only consolation she could manage was that she was teaching one of her favorite subjects, Shadowpawn.  Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, she turned in preparation to greet the students that began to file into the room. Catching sight of one familiar dark haired man, she maintained her calm.  Catching sight of a second young man caused a bit of concern to her well earned calmness. Dropping her gaze, she shuffled through the leaflets that had already been laid out meticulously in an effort to order her thoughts and features.

Once her Aes Sedai demeanor was firmly back in place and the seats were full, she raised her face and spoke, “I am Shaneevae el’Edware.  Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah and today we shall discuss the bane of the Light’s existence, Shadowspawn.”  Walking out from behind her desk, she tucked her hands behind her back and circled the classroom, “Many of you may not belief in the existence of such beasts. That they are simply fairytale or stories told to frighten children into behaving.” 

Turning abruptly, she stood at the back of the class, “I assure you that they are as real as you and me.” With all backs to her, she weaved quickly creating a mask of mirrors .  The pretty Aes Sedai gone and in her place a hulking figure with a snarling snout and claws, she reached forward and tapped the young man nearest her on the shoulder.  When he turned, she growled lowly and warder training proving as efficient as ever, he jumped back, desks and chairs scattering as he went for a weapon.  Shaneevae laughed, an odd melodic and decisively feminine sound coming from such an atrocious beast.

“Please,” she said, letting the illusion fall away.  “It is only little ole me.  I will not hurt you…….unless you want me to,” she added with a wink. When everyone took a collective sigh of relief, she walked assuredly back to the front of the class.

“If you’re to be a part of my classroom then I have a few rules you must adhere to and I will neither bend nor break these rules.”  Pushing the long golden, brown hair behind her ears, she then smoothed the neckline of the deep blue dress. The gown was the cut she favored, Tairen and off the shoulders revealing a wide expanse of shoulder and bosom. “I expect each of you to be on your best behavior, to show respect for myself and your fellow classmates.  I expect you to keep your focus upon the task at hand and I expect you to participate in class discussions.”

Hands on her hips, she continued, “If you should disrupt my class I will extract punishment, not the Mistress of Trainees and not the Mistress of Novices, but me.  And I can promise you, the punishment will be severe.”  Arching an elegant brow, she asked, “Is that understood.”

Allowing a small smile to play across full lips and a mischievous twinkle to light in her sleepy blue-green eyes, she continued, “Now that I’ve properly scared you and caused you to wet your breeches, I’d like you each to take turns introducing yourselves.”

Shaneevae el'Edware

Brown Ajah

OOC: Please RP your response to Shaneevae (5'5, brown wavy hair, overly curvaceous with freckles) and your fellow classmates. Any of the male characters can respond as the one she played the trick on.  RP your introduction as well.  We can have a lot of fun with this, so let's do!

In my mind, I suppose I saw the male Aes Sedai traveling to Tar Valon to build the Black Tower after the Breaking with the help of the Ogier, which is why it happens to look just like the current WT.

Maybe that could be one of the things that set us off to the fact that we aren't in Kansas anymore.  It looks very similar, but there are strange differences.  Ajah colors different, tiles on the floor different colors, and so forth.

Of course, maybe it will just be a library as Crista said and its run by the Ogier as lovers of knowledge.

Heh, maybe the rest of the world is in total chaos since to quote Julia Sugarbaker, "...........in general it has been the men who have done the raping and the robbing and the killing and the war-mongering for the last two thousand years.... and it's been the men who have done the pillaging and the beheading and the subjecating of whole races into slavery. It has been the men who have done the law making and the money making and the most of the mischief making! So if the world isn't quite what you had in mind you have only yourselves to thank!!"

Crista, you rock!  Sadly, we only have your male AS signed up, but I was thinking that we could create another male Aes Sedai to team up with Caelen.  Not go full on bio, but each writer in the thread NPCs him and adds something new to his personality, character or physical appearance as we go.  By the end he's a fully developed character.

Or since it is all fun and doesn't affect our characters here (Arette? *grins*)maybe we could get permission to use someone from the Warders Yard that in this world can channel or has a great amount of power.  Someone we all keep running into. Someone most of us AS know, but not the N/A, but they meet up with him too and find him as obnoxious as we do here. LOL  Okay, so I have Aran in mind. It would be even better if we got James to participate in this thread.

-Nephitess' girl will trigger the book.

-We don't even realize anything is different since we're still in the library....go our separate ways.

-Meet up with our individual challenges.

-Struggle to find others from the WT trapped in this world.

-Meet...how the heck do we get out of here? Trace back to the book Neph opened and we find our way back.

Let's keep the brainstorming going.

She wanted to go home, home to the safety and sanctity of the Two Rivers.  Even given the recent invasion of Shadowspawn to her home, it was still a beacon of safety in Shaneevae’s heart.  The Aes Sedai hurt. Even in the Dream, she hurt. A Yellow sister had healed her admirably, but it wasn’t her physical body that hurt, it was her confidence.  Her first stumbling into Tel’aran’rhiod had been a disaster.  In fact, she was not sure she should be here now, but she was not sure how to prevent it from happening.  Her ability to stay out of the Dreamworld was as underdeveloped as her ability to control the Dream.

Deven’s Ride, quiet in the Dreamworld, a disconcerting shifting and wavering as she made her way down the main street.  It was bittersweet, this stroll. So many things out of place or missing and other structures thrown up in their place, she wondered if it was the Dreamworld’s own version of reality or the fact that Shadowspawn had wrecked havoc not so long ago. It didn’t matter. It was different, but it was still home.

Home.  With that one thought the scenery spun making her sway slightly fighting dizziness. Adjusting her eyes, she saw the little house, she’d grown up in.  Tabac fields overgrown in the distance, no one lived there anymore. Shaneevae pushed the door open and stepped inside. So much smaller than she remembered, however did her parents raise five girls in such a small place?  The wooden built structure could fit inside the entirety of her quarters at the White Tower twice with room to spare. But it had been home and the sweetest of memories flooded her mind. Dust and spider webs coated the corners and weeds grew up through the floorboards, but all of that disappeared with recollections of her youth.

Gregor and Rianda el’Edware had been the most loving of parents.  How she missed them.  Shaneevae sighed as she touched the door facing to their bedroom and moved on through the house.  They had loved each other and their children so fiercely.  Even after all these years, the Brown sister mourned the loss of having her own family. She thought as she stepped into the tiny bedroom she shared with her sisters. 

Touching the window, she smiled a small gesture as she recalled the second time she'd met Franklin. Her first trip home after being raised to the Shawl he'd been only an infant, bright eyed and screaming his head off . Her second trip home he'd been a man grown and offering comfort in her grieving after losing her father. Franklin.  She leaned her head against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut and allowed the vulnerability she’d felt for so long overwhelm her senses.  Franklin.  Why did the Wheel choose us? Why couldn’t it have let us be?

Shaneevae

Those are really good questions and I think that would be cool with Zalena.

I've always figured we'd just wing it, but I really like the idea of giving each person an "assignment" per se.

What do you have in mind?

What do you say Shan....Sada will sit or stand as the HoA directs. But i think Sada would see the logic of the treaty. WIth a treaty...there would be peace and a relation (and a hook) with the BT. THe tower is trying to connect everyone and be ready for the last battle.

Heh, Shan was bonded by one of those crazy channelers and that should turn out rather interesting. Shhhh.  She'll probably see the benefit in it and stand with Annie on the proposition, but she'll not be really thrilled with the idea or maybe she will.  It all remains to be seen. Cryptic enough for you?

No really, she'll tell her Sitters to stand for the proposal. 

 

Annais: Being human vs. Acting and living like an Aes Sedai is supposed to be.

YES! That is how I'd describe Shaneevae, which I suppose would be Self vs. Societal Expectations?  I've also considered that most of what drives  her is Self vs. Self.