"Well, we do have a lot of it. Swimming is fun, actually. I'd imagine you'd be good at it too, with your build." With his build? He had once read a natural history book with a picture of a fish. Those alien creatures were meant to swim. He was an Aielman, he was meant to run across the desert. No wonder Wetlanders were so strange.
Avyra stared at the water wistfully, as if she actually wanted to swim in it. "You probably never get this from... ah... Wetlanders like me..” She seemed uneasy to Terric’s trained eye, “But I do want to see your home. I've never been to a place like it." She sighed. "I'd probably end up getting killed by something out there, though."
He couldn’t believe this this little Wetlander was serious. Maybe once she was a full Aes Sedai. Aiel would be extremely unlikely to kill an Aes Sedai, even one from the land of Treekillers. He’d have to teach her how to avoid being bit by a two step though. Wait, was he really considering taking this Chairienin back to the Three-fold Land. He wasn’t sure if his spear brothers would have a good laugh, or drag him into a dark corner and beat some sense into him.
She continued, still seeming uneasy, "What about... ah... touching, too? You seem to have gotten a tad defensive back there when I held your arm. And I told you to tell me if I do something offensive to you." She wagged her finger up at him, doing her best to appear stern. The gesture was so absurd but so genuine. Terric let the hint of a smile slip through, he couldn’t help it. Light help him but he was growing to like this tiny Treekiller.
“You have no toh. Aiel just… Aiel don’t touch much in public, those gestures are reserved for close friends, and lovers. Even then, they reserve most affection for when they are alone. As is decent.” He considered. He was a guest in these lands. He had already decided that he would follow local customs. Within reason, he would not sink to using a sword, and beds were useless contraptions. He stepped closer to the pond and offered his arm, “I’d rather not offend you either.”
He would find the balance between being Aiel and not insulting his hosts. He would have felt better if he had an actual cadin’sor maybe he could get Drin’far’ji uniform cut from algode. Maybe not, that seemed like a ridiculous half measure.
The ground this close to the pond was extremely wet. It was nearly impossible to take his eyes off the depths in front of him. On his journey across the Wetlands, he had forded a river that he considered enormous, though most people in these lands wouldn’t find it particularly intimidating. The slow moving, waste deep water disturbed him enough that subsequently he went out of his way to find bridges or pay ferrymen when he needed to cross. He had only crossed that first river out of necessity. He stared down into the pond’s unknown depths.
Avyra stared at the water wistfully, as if she actually wanted to swim in it. "You probably never get this from... ah... Wetlanders like me..” She seemed uneasy to Terric’s trained eye, “But I do want to see your home. I've never been to a place like it." She sighed. "I'd probably end up getting killed by something out there, though."
He couldn’t believe this this little Wetlander was serious. Maybe once she was a full Aes Sedai. Aiel would be extremely unlikely to kill an Aes Sedai, even one from the land of Treekillers. He’d have to teach her how to avoid being bit by a two step though. Wait, was he really considering taking this Chairienin back to the Three-fold Land. He wasn’t sure if his spear brothers would have a good laugh, or drag him into a dark corner and beat some sense into him.
She continued, still seeming uneasy, "What about... ah... touching, too? You seem to have gotten a tad defensive back there when I held your arm. And I told you to tell me if I do something offensive to you." She wagged her finger up at him, doing her best to appear stern. The gesture was so absurd but so genuine. Terric let the hint of a smile slip through, he couldn’t help it. Light help him but he was growing to like this tiny Treekiller.
“You have no toh. Aiel just… Aiel don’t touch much in public, those gestures are reserved for close friends, and lovers. Even then, they reserve most affection for when they are alone. As is decent.” He considered. He was a guest in these lands. He had already decided that he would follow local customs. Within reason, he would not sink to using a sword, and beds were useless contraptions. He stepped closer to the pond and offered his arm, “I’d rather not offend you either.”
He would find the balance between being Aiel and not insulting his hosts. He would have felt better if he had an actual cadin’sor maybe he could get Drin’far’ji uniform cut from algode. Maybe not, that seemed like a ridiculous half measure.
The ground this close to the pond was extremely wet. It was nearly impossible to take his eyes off the depths in front of him. On his journey across the Wetlands, he had forded a river that he considered enormous, though most people in these lands wouldn’t find it particularly intimidating. The slow moving, waste deep water disturbed him enough that subsequently he went out of his way to find bridges or pay ferrymen when he needed to cross. He had only crossed that first river out of necessity. He stared down into the pond’s unknown depths.
