The Grey Tower

Andraste listened as much to the words as she took in how people said them, how everyone conducted themselves. Group discussions like this were typically rife with subconsciously-given clues that even the best of them could not entirely conceal. She was sure that others could pick up some things ...

No Trollocs had come upon the village and had the chance to scare the good citizens of Somal.

That honor ended up belonging to a Gaidin riding hell-bent-for lecture on a snorting, stamping, large grey warhorse.

Of course he didn't ride over anyone or anything like that, and there wasn't much ...

Listening and nodding thoughtfully, Andraste believed that she did understand what the girl was trying to convey. Naturally, as per the comment about merchant wagons and her life in them, she did not have much experience with proper kitchens until she had been here, and then here had already...well ...

"It feels like you've been gone for years to me too," Miahala replied with a flash of a bright smile, showing that while she always meant what she said, it was said without rancor of any sort. She knew from her long time in the Grey Tower that life here frequently meant being gone for long spans ...

Haeden was both amused and appreciative of her consideration, even if they both knew that he would follow her wherever she went, whether he liked the choice of where they were going on. If he did have a legitimate concern, he would still voice it, of course, but if Liaran was going somewhere and ...

Andraste's eyes swung around to the two newcomers, and a faint smile tilted the edges of her mouth upward.

" What's the game plan and where do I fit in? "

" You may call me Mat. "

Two Blues. How interesting. Her dark eyes were amused as she took Nate in. They had never interacted much directly ...

Miahala stood beside the Blue, her daughter-in-law, and surveyed the scene. She shook her head at the same thought, now that there was time for such thoughts. Why had these beasts been here at all? When Liaran spoke, the Green tilted her head slightly and smiled. The expression was faint, economical ...

One way to always draw simple, sincere warmth from Miahala Sedai was to talk about her children.

No matter how many decades had passed between the birth of her first child and that of her youngest, it was always the same. She loved being an Aes Sedai, but in truth, she valued being a mother above ...

Listening to the girl speak, Andraste tried to continue to project calm and stability. It was not a challenge to do so, of course, as Aes Sedai Serenity was not in fact a trait granted magically by the shawl and ring but were, in fact, drilled into you by numerous Aes Sedai that had come before you ...

" ENOUGH! "

That faint voice that lived in the back of Miahala's mind, who sometimes whispered when things got...intense, was whispering now. The Green heard her daughter-in-law shout in pain and though she could not yet see her, it was clear that a Trolloc had gotten close enough to wound her ...