Taking Care of a Few Sniffles [Attn: Betrys]
Posted: January 24th, 2016, 4:02 pm
The storm of emotions Dax felt could not possibly be contained within his body. He yearned for a fight- not the stripped down stiff formality of a spar, but rather the no holds barred violence of the street. Instead, he unleashed his anger on the furniture in his room as he packed his belongings for the trip before him. Katrie was ignoring him; he could feel her in his head, uncomfortable disinterest rolling along the bond, followed by a firm rebuff when she recognized his presence. How does she do it?
His body and life belonged to the Tower, his mind belonged to Aikaterine bloody Riatin. He had no more say in his future than a recalcitrant child. The temptation to go to Tear with Betrys and simply vanish crossed his mind more than once in the quarter hour it took for him to collect himself and walk to the Traveling Yard. Maybe he could handle a presence in his head if he had freedom to do as he wished with the rest of his existence.
To his grudging pleasure, the Drin’far’ji he had sent to fetch his horse had already arrived, along with a stablehand and a beast he assumed belonged to Betrys. Of the Yellow herself, there was no sign.
The Aes Sedai arrived as he strapped his saddlebags shut, and his first impression was that she was, indeed, quite young. He pretended not to notice her for a moment as he fiddled with the straps, his mind calculating. Then he stepped around his horse and approached her, bowing respectfully. “Dakson Torellion, at your service Aes Sedai,” he said with a smile, meeting her gray eyes with his blue. “I hear we are going to Tear?”
His body and life belonged to the Tower, his mind belonged to Aikaterine bloody Riatin. He had no more say in his future than a recalcitrant child. The temptation to go to Tear with Betrys and simply vanish crossed his mind more than once in the quarter hour it took for him to collect himself and walk to the Traveling Yard. Maybe he could handle a presence in his head if he had freedom to do as he wished with the rest of his existence.
To his grudging pleasure, the Drin’far’ji he had sent to fetch his horse had already arrived, along with a stablehand and a beast he assumed belonged to Betrys. Of the Yellow herself, there was no sign.
The Aes Sedai arrived as he strapped his saddlebags shut, and his first impression was that she was, indeed, quite young. He pretended not to notice her for a moment as he fiddled with the straps, his mind calculating. Then he stepped around his horse and approached her, bowing respectfully. “Dakson Torellion, at your service Aes Sedai,” he said with a smile, meeting her gray eyes with his blue. “I hear we are going to Tear?”


