[ A power-wrought blade may kill an Aes Sedai as surely as a Forsaken. It takes days for the Wise Ones to heal the wound and days more for Moiraine to wake from the stupor, weak from bloodloss and how near she came to burning out. Only Lan knows the exhaustion of grief weighing on her since the oath's release, how little will she finds for survival after forcing Lanfear's flight. (Not for a moment does she think of ending her life, not now any more than when she believed herself stilled, her life's work in tatters. But the strength to resist an end that comes, to claw for life as it slips away-- only Lan's grip on her hand, his relentless updates on Rand and the Shaido, do not permit surrender.)
It feels like a cruel irony that they ride for Tear. They are through Jangai Pass and leaving the Spine behind by the time she is well enough to sit a horse on her own again, in time to watch the Cairhienin grasslands fade into deeper green and the hills rise around the banks of the Erinen. The weather warms, too, the breeze turning heavy and sluggish. Perhaps it's the fitful sleep it brings and the scent of the river that push Moiraine into Siuan's dream.
Unwitting, of course--she assumes it's her own when she finds herself suddenly on the porch outside the bamboo hut, the door open in front of her. Movement within stops her there, a hand dropped to grip onto the rail. It's not the first time she's dreamt of Siuan, since, but it is the first time she's dreamt her living. ]
[She still dreams. Even stilled (and oh, the emptiness there threatens to drown her, but she’s made of fiercer stuff, and she won’t give Elaida the satisfaction. She will find her purpose and repay her in kind. She has to be alive for that) she still dreams. Of course, she would dream of where she’s happiest.
And who.
There’s movement outside, and Siuan cannot help but move towards it, hoping. Although she knows better. This is just a dream, now. Still she hopes.]
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hi sorry for how long this took! lmk if you'd like anything changed up
Date: 2025-05-04 03:51 am (UTC)It feels like a cruel irony that they ride for Tear. They are through Jangai Pass and leaving the Spine behind by the time she is well enough to sit a horse on her own again, in time to watch the Cairhienin grasslands fade into deeper green and the hills rise around the banks of the Erinen. The weather warms, too, the breeze turning heavy and sluggish. Perhaps it's the fitful sleep it brings and the scent of the river that push Moiraine into Siuan's dream.
Unwitting, of course--she assumes it's her own when she finds herself suddenly on the porch outside the bamboo hut, the door open in front of her. Movement within stops her there, a hand dropped to grip onto the rail. It's not the first time she's dreamt of Siuan, since, but it is the first time she's dreamt her living. ]
It's perfect! And I'm so sorry about the delay, I got in my own head a little about things
Date: 2025-05-24 12:24 pm (UTC)And who.
There’s movement outside, and Siuan cannot help but move towards it, hoping. Although she knows better. This is just a dream, now. Still she hopes.]
Moiraine?