The Grey Tower

esrae looked at Ladin after the embrace, her face set in a mask of blank expression.
"What was that all about?" he asked, taking her hand and holding it gently.
esrae didn't speak for a moment, then simply said, "Need pencil." before pulling her hand out of Ladin's grip and turning back to her wire ...

esrae watched him as he drew, aware of the people around her; she could see the yellow aes sedai watching her, always watching, and it made her upset.
when he began to explain what the weaves represented, and began to touch her face, asking if she was all right, she jerked her face back and said ...

thank you to all of you that have replied at my sweet sweet return. I'm kind of glad over here is a little better than the old tower. It's more accessible and I don't have to do as much stuff as I had to do before... Even though I loved the old tower, this one is... a little better? I dunno, I like ...

Esrae flipped through the journal and read the small notes scribbled into the sides with a passing eye. even though it was perfectly clear the woman could read, no one had figured that out yet, not even Ladin, apparently. He talked of ideas and ways to write them down, and Esrae still flipped ...

esrae walked through the gardens and sat down, her long white dress billowing in the slight breeze which ruffled the damanae's hair. As she sat down on a bench, she pulled out a piece of wire and a metallic disc and began to twirl them around in her sender fingers, staring out over the gardens like ...

Awww, i'm glad you missed me so much, sweetness. I swear I'll try to be around more often. I swear.