Meli's train of thought was derailed by the Tinker's grand speech. It was rather captivating. The man certainly had a way with words and was gifted as a speaker. She even found herself tearing up close to the end. Wonder swept over her as balls of fire flew across the sky in a dazling display of light. She hurriedly pulled out her notebook and scribbled down hundreds of notes on everything. Not just on the meteors, but everything. She had planned on making notes of the whole ceremony, but had been distracted by the excitement of it all. Every so often, she would peer up to look at more heavenly bodies with their celestial tails, then scribbled down more notes. She had no doubt that right now, Jerenia was trying to figure out how to duplicate this effect.

 

Melianna Hollmen

Needs more paper

 

~**~

 

Terra was joined by all the others coming from the Fortress at her fire, as well as a strange girl with the most peculiar accent. She had never heard it before in her life. She looked the girl over and made note of her accent and appearance. Might make a nice disguise.

"Hey... Nice evening, isn't it?"

 

Terra blinked. Yes, that had to be the most absurd accent she had ever heard. She responded in her raspy voice. "Yes, it's very nice. I do wish it were a bit warmer and slightly more humid, but this isn't too bad." She resumed to her fire gazing and didn't hear a word of the Tinker's speech. However, when the show in the sky began, it gained her full attention. It was a spectacular sight. For as long as they fell, the falling stars held her attention.

 

Terra Cyrene

Likes pretty things

 

~**~

 

The Twins listened to the Tinker with little interest. When he was done, Zari whispered to his sister "That do be but a bunch of hogwash, right Zela?" Zela burst out laughing before she responded through tears eyes. "Yes, that it do be." When the meteors started to fall,  they stood with mouths wide open. "Zari?" "Yes, Zela?" "Do you see that?" "Yes, I do." "It do be so pretty." "Aye, it do be."

 

They leapt into the celebrations when they started. They were always up for some fun. And there was never enough food to feed these two.

 

Zari and Zela

Twinsies!

Valeran was about to respond to the Wise One when the celebration began.  He barely had a bite to eat and a pull from his mug as they were being asked to stand.  He went to join those standing before the seeker though the Wise One stepped in his way.  It was either stop or run her down.  Obviously the latter was not an option.  He noticed that the woman was pregnant and it made him wonder why she had left the waste to come here.  It could not have been a comfortable trip.  The Seeker words were lost on him as the Wise One spoke.  He rubbed his thick Saldaean mustache as he listened to her.

 

Valeran had no idea why she cared what his name was though there was no harm in giving it.  "I am Valeran Kertovni, Dedicated of the Black Tower."  He said in his deep voice.  He could not bow or else his head would hit her pregnant belly so he inclined his head to her as a measure of respect.  He was rather stocky and most would probably think he could not bow but they would be surprised by his flexibility.  His bulk was mostly muscle though he did look as if he did not miss many meals.  "To answer your earlier question Wise One, I am one of those who follow the Dragon Reborn."

 

His eyes went to the sky as it lit up.  He stared, amazed by what he saw.  In all his years he had never seen such a sight.  He truned his attention to the Seeker.  It was a shame that peace was just a dream.  Their destiny would not stand aside for peace.  The Dark One and his minions would never allow peace. 

 

Valeran Kertovni

Dedicated of the Black Tower

 

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Geirrin was happy that no one had engaged him in coversation.  The Wise One...that was what she called herself was probing Valeran and he did not envy the man.  The woman looked fierce though her husband made her look tame.  Geirrin was waiting for the man to start stabbing people with those spears of his.  He stood and joined the milling crowd as the Seeker began to speak. 

 

Geirrin listened to the Seeker's words sparing a glance for Valeran who seemed to be on the wrong end of an interrogation.  He continued to listen to the speaker, peace he thought.  After learning what he had at the Black Tower he hoped for peace.  He wanted a life of women, ale, and gambling not a life of death and destruction though he knew the latter was more likely. 

 

Geirrin watched the sky light up.  His jaw dropped, what were those things streaking through the sky.  Was it some trick of the power he wondered.  He thought he could make something like it but could he extend flows that far?  When the night was over he thought he had danced with every girl or woman at the celebration.  Light he was exhausted! 

 

Geirrin Hale

Dedicated of the Black Tower

 

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Perivar was about to sit at the fire with the Aes Sedai and Accepted instead of standing behind them.  He was the only guest still standing and he suddenly felt funny.  As he stepped closer to the fire a voice called them all to stand and gather around.

 

He thought on peace.  It was dreamed of in the Borderlands though it was well known that it would never be reality.  The Shadow would not allow them to live in peace.  He thought of Kabria, imagined what it would be like if they could live in peace.  They could live in an estate in his father's lands and raise a family.  He stared at the sky like the others though his thoughts stayed on Kabria.  He wished she was with him to see it.

 

The Seeker was making a valiant effort though he had to know that his peace would never hold.  When everyone returned home they would continue their hatred and prejudices.  The fact that someone had shared this night with them would mean little if anything.  It was a shame but it was the truth of the matter.  Death was the only thing that would bring peace.

 

Perivar ate and drank though he did not dance.  He would not dance with anyone but Kabria.

 

Perivar Tarigan

Tower Guard