The Grey Tower

Velvaen Velvaen’s expression became one of concern. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she’d seen pain cross the dark-haired woman’s face, if just for a second. Did she say something wrong? Wait, Velvaen thought as she went back over Andraste’s words.
Her husband had terrible handwriting? Maybe his ...

Welcome, Tristram!

Velvaen “Thank you,” she said as she looked the other woman’s notes. As Velvaen began transferring the relevant names to her own papers, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of Andraste’s perfect hand. She herself had only learned her letters after coming to the Grey Tower. Her people lived ...

Velvaen “I’m glad to meet you, too. And yes,” Velvaen agreed in a low tone as she shot another watchful glance towards the Brown Sister. “I certainly wouldn’t call it thrilling. Especially with Oletta Sedai’s… erm…particular lecture style.” Dropping her voice to a whisper, Velvaen added “I think ...

Velvaen Velvaen stared at Johan as he told her of his homeland, growing slightly pale at the casual way he stated people would “duel to the death.” She’d learned a few things about Ebou Dar since becoming a Novice—that it was a port city ripe with trade, and that its influence was minimal in rest ...

Welcome, Olin! Great to have you

Velvaen When her head slid off of her cupped hand, Velvaen jerked upright, her sleepy haze vanishing like snow in midsummer. She shot a hesitant glance at the Sister who lectured in front the assorted Novices, Soldiers, and Drin, letting out a small sigh of relief when the Brown remained oblivious ...

Velvaen Forcing herself to loosen her white-knuckled grip on Elia’s fine garment and scrubbing at her eyes furiously, she slowly began to regain some of her composure. Velvaen turned away to hide her face—pink, both from the tears and from embarrassment at breaking down in front of a Sister. Elia’s ...

Velvaen Dismay shot through Velvaen as Johan, with a bitter-looking smile, rose to go. “Wait—I didn’t mean it like that!” she stammered, reaching out to catch the Drin’s arm before he could rise. “I’m… I still have a lot to learn about the Westlands, and I know you’re not a crazy murderer. Please ...

Velvaen “I most certainly do!” Velvaen sniffed. “You make it sound like there are murderers and madmen running rampant.” Noting the slight prickle in her voice, she took a calming breath and went on. “Not to say such men aren’t out there, but more often than not, there’s a person—with reasons ...