Mysit yawned as sunbeams caressed her face under the tree she had slept bellow this nite. As litle as she liked it she needed to move towards peoples soon, maybe she could find a farm or if she went to the road a traveling merchant. She would need to trade some of her skins for suplies, though she prefered not to and be for herself she couldnt just rely on nature, and not now. Her hand went to her stumock that was growing quite a lot as of late. A tear ran down her cheek, she had lost her love in that horid nigthmare.

 

Mysti wasnt sure how long had passed though long enough for her to have the signs come clear that she had overlooked earlier. She hadnt talked to anyone since, her trades went silent and quickly, she would withdraw to the safeness of the forest as soon as she got what she needed. Away from peoples who could make out a treath, the image of killed ones come alive still hunted her in her dreams.

 

After eating a cold breakfast of bread and dried meat she got up, all her things gathered in the sadlebags of the horse. He was a fine animal, normaly she kept him hiden while trading having learned by now it was not accepted that she an aparent lone poor traveler would have such an animal. She left him a good piece of the road as she neared, making sure he was well hiden in tick brush before walking the 10 minuites towards the road she always knew where she had. Siting down to wait she knew it could be long enough before someone passed here, she found shadow under a tree and slumbered a litle though as she heard horses hoves against the road she was alert again.

 

As always else she could feel her heart raceing and hear it loudly inside herself. It was need only who forced her out onto the road to meet the group coming riding, it was a good sign she knew that there where females in it, more likely they would take time to trade. She held forth and up her skins, though objected and tried to take it back as it was yanked out of her hand and passed around before beeing tossed on the ground. She shook her head or nodded as they spoke though she soon understood she would need to get away, there would be no trade with these.

 

Mysti backed slowly away from them, and when one came to follow tried to slip into the forest, though a horse was between her cuting her off from the safety of the shadows all of the suden. No she had to get away, both for her own and the child, she needed to get to safety. She tried to hold on to her package of skins but felt them taken away from her as she was thrown into the dust of the road. She tried crawling away, they had got her skins maybe they would leg her go, but she could feel a boot in her ribs next and she ended up with her face down in the mud.

 

She felt the need to defend herself, like she knew sometimes happened in dire need but no miracle came this time, again she tried to crawl away...towards the forest, if she could get there she could loose them and ride of on Rahien.

 

But she was followed and felt her head lifted by a pull on her hair, she tried to protect her face from the slap as they once again asked her name, loud rough laugher, a tear was silently runing down her cheek now for a difrent reason, frigth rather then sadness. She remembered the knife in her boot but there was no way in her condition she would be able to get hold of it from this position.

The road from Lugard to Ebou Dar was sometimes muddy, sometimes dusty, and Rosheen found she liked neither of those conditions. Nikos, the large Saldaean warhorse that had been a gift from her parents many years ago stomped his hooves in agreement. Hard gravel and grassy planes, those were his favourite kinds of ground. Not this combination of dust and mud. “A few more days, my friend” she said, patting him on the side of his neck once more. “Then a day or two in Ebou Dar to get what we need, and then it’s back to Tar Valon with us.” She could almost feel the city on the river pull at her. “Come home.” It said. “Come back to us.” She decided that she would, and sooner rather than later.

 

But things never quite went the way she predicted. She’d travelled past Caemlyn, where the people were still fearful of the dead that had risen. Rosheen would say that she didn’t believe a world of the jumbled tales she heard there, but she would be lying. A monster of rock and weed had pummelled her, before falling apart and becoming nothing more than rock and grass and vines once more. The Shadow was spreading, and it seemed to be eager to show the world it was there. Not that Rosheen thought that the sight she saw now had anything to do with the shadow. No, it was a common sight, here on the borders of Altara. Murandian thugs, assaulting a single traveller.

 

A woman, this time. Rosheen spurred her horse, drawing the blade that had been gifted to her when she was given the title of blademaster. The urge to shout a battle cry as she charged in was great, but she restrained it. The thundering of Nikos’ hooves would be all the warning these thugs would get. It was enough. Those who turned had only a moment to raise their swords, before Rosheen cut them down. The two women present fled, hiking up their skirts and running after their horses. There was just one man left, and he had a knife at the throat of a woman. A pregnant woman. The Spring rippled around Rosheen as she used the anger she felt at that to enhance it. “Back, wretch!” the man shouted. “Back or I’ll slit her throat, I swear I will.”

 

“No you won’t” She said, a little smile curving her lips. The knife she pulled from her vambrace flew true, hitting the man in his right eye. He went down, releasing the woman he had been holding. And then to think that Rosheen was seen as a mediocre shot in the yards. She walked up to the woman, helping her stand, and walking back to the edge of theforest with her, leaving the corpses of the thugs behind. “Are you alright?” she asked. The woman seemed to be in pain. Rosheen knew a little about herbs and a little about stitching wounds, but she doubted she had the knowledge to properly help this woman.

 

~Rosheen Tahn Sakhr

Tower Guard

Sudenly everything spun into action around them and then it calmed down only she found herself with a knife at her troath looking at a woman who had chased off or killed all but the man now firmly holding her. She sobbed between breaths, for her inner mind spun pictured of the nigthmare happening outside caemlyn. As she saw the knife spin through the air and then felt herself tugged down to the ground with the man now dead she let out a scream.

 

She allowed the woman to help her though she shivered, who was she, obviously someone capable. “Are you alright?” Mysti nodded a litle hesitant, she felt bathered and bruised, and her other arm had landed under her when she fell, it was trobing and she couldnt quite move it when she tried. Her other hand grabed it and she winched as she pulled it up against her stumock where it could rest atop it. She looked lost at the other, and tried to smile and nodded. Her eyes searched the woods, it would be afternoon soon she needed to get to somewhere to make camp, and she felt the imidiate urge to rest, to just lay still and hope that sleep would take away the hurt. Though she knew it would be some time, and her arm she needed to bind it likely and hope it fixed itself.

 

Biting her lower lip she was unsure what to do, easing herself down thoug she managed to get hold of her bundle of skins and held it up to the woman. It would have to serve the sign of her gratitude, though it would be some time till she could hunt without traps now. How to get enough food, thougths raised through her mind as she realised her situation, and despair must be obvious in her eyes.

The woman was wounded and frightened, which didn’t make Rosheen’s task any easier. She crouched down next to the woman. “My name is Rosheen. I won’t hurt you. We need to get off the road.” With some effort she helped the woman up, and guided her into the forest. She took the skins with her, intending to return them to her later. She would probably need them to take care of herself later.

 

The woman followed, but she was slow, and clutching her arm. Rosheen thought she could take care of that, but she’d rather not risk it, not with the state the woman was in. She had no experience in dealing with pregnant women, and even less in dealing with wounded pregnant women. “Where is your horse?” she had smelled the horse on the woman’s clothing when she rescued her. One could only spend so much time on a horse before it’s scent attached to you.

 

It turned out that Nikos had already found the other horse. Trained as he was, he tended to look for horses when his mistress was away. Rosheen didn’t know why he did it, but right now it was very convenient. “Can you ride?” she asked, pointing at the horse. “I’m taking you to the nearest village so that a wise woman can take a look at you. I know how to bandage wounds, but I don’t know how to tend to a pregnant woman, so…” she fell silent for a moment, when she realised she didn’t know the woman’s name. “What’s your name?”

 

~Rosheen Tahn Sakhr

“My name is Rosheen. I won’t hurt you. We need to get off the road.” She agreed, and let the woman lead the way off the road. “Where is your horse?” She pointed in the direction, and as they arived she saw the womans horse was there as well. She leaned on her stallion.

 

“Can you ride?” Mysti nodded, “I’m taking you to the nearest village so that a wise woman can take a look at you. I know how to bandage wounds, but I don’t know how to tend to a pregnant woman, so…” She recognised the sence in that, but she didnt want

 

“What’s your name?” She looked lost, she hadnt spoken since she left the nightmare, and she wasnt sure who she was anymore. Once she had been a noble girl but run away and taken a new name over love. Then that had ended in a nightmare that still hunted her and she had been alone just beeing the loner, walking the forest. She opened her lips but nothing came out she didnt know what to say, the sound got stuck in her troath and she just shook her head. She was no one that was who, she couldnt go home, she didnt want to go to a village, but her baby, she knew she would need help.

 

Biting her lip she tried to drag herself up with help of one hand and climbing a stone. After a litle strugle she was in the sadle, she blinked away tears, no one. A memorie flashed through her mind of her stuby finger pointing on a cookie, her father had bougth it. No, she shook her head again, she had no father that was someone else in another life. She chaughed to clear her troath and siped her waterbotle, then again tried speaking though it still came out in a timid whisper. "Thank you." she looked down not wanting to meet the other womans eyes less she could read something in her eyes.

The poor woman was positively shaking when Rosheen helped her onto her horse. It was no wonder, of course. To be out here alone, obviously down on her luck already, and then to be mugged by a bunch of vile bandits. Rosheen wondered briefly if talking to the local magistrate would do the woman, whose name she still didn’t know, any favours. Perhaps it would at least keep other people safe from muggers. These kinds of roads needed to be patrolled a lot more often, if you asked her. Things like these just didn’t happen in Tar Valon, not with the entire Tower Guard patrolling regularly to keep it a safe haven for everyone.

 

If they hadn’t been as far away from the white city as they were now, Rosheen would have suggested going there. With some Aes Sedai healing the woman would be on her feet again in no time, and Tar Valon never let anyone starve or suffer the way the woman had done before Rosheen found her. Rosheen placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, squeezing it softly. “You don’t have to thank me, and you don’t have to fear me. I’m merely doing my job. Right now getting you to a wise woman is part of my job.”

 

“And if I remember correctly, there’s a small village no more than a few miles up the road. If we ride now, we can make it before dark. Then the wise woman there can look at your injuries, and we can find you a place to stay.” A small pouch with coins weighed heavy at Rosheen’s belt, heavier than it had before. She had filled it with some of the coin the muggers had no doubt stolen from others, intending to give it to the girl, who deserved it a lot more than they did. As they rode on, she handed it to her. “Here. You need it more than I do. It should at least buy you a few weeks of rest at the inn in the village.”

 

~Rosheen Tahn Sakhr

“You don’t have to thank me, and you don’t have to fear me. I’m merely doing my job. Right now getting you to a wise woman is part of my job.” She nodded, she knew for the child she had to go, if not then she would be heading back into the forest.

 

“And if I remember correctly, there’s a small village no more than a few miles up the road. If we ride now, we can make it before dark. Then the wise woman there can look at your injuries, and we can find you a place to stay.” She frowned, she would take the help needed but she had no intention to stay any longer then she absolut had to. The woman handed her a poutch, “Here. You need it more than I do. It should at least buy you a few weeks of rest at the inn in the village.”

 

She shook her head, "No.." she slowed down the stallion, "cant..." she strugled for the words, how to explain the images in the mind. "Forest safe, no...no dead alive" She shivered. Not having talked in months made it almost hard to find the words to speak them right. "She let the stallion go back to normal walking pace. "I..." she closed her eyes a moment thinking, "the wise woman then return, crowds not safe." She was not sure how to explain bether, nor did she want to speak of her nigthmares, they would come soon enough come night. She smiled at the woman as best she could.

For a brief moment Rosheen was convinced she’d picked up a madwoman. The dead alive? Then she remembered the reports that had been steadily flowing in, about strange occurrences everywhere. Strange things had happened that day, when Rosheen herself had been beaten by rock come alive. That hadn’t been the only thing to rise from the dead. Reports from Caemlyn said that the dead had risen from their graves to cause mayhem everywhere. “You were in Caemlyn.” It wasn’t a question. It also explained a lot of the woman’s fears, and why she had been out there in the woods, while the shelter of a village was nearby.

 

“You can’t stay out here.” She said, looking at the woman again. “Not in your state. Your child is due soon, and it needs a home to stay it, other than the woods. You’re in no condition to protect yourself or your child.” She had to come up with something better then. Perhaps the wise woman would know what to do. “We’ll tell the Wise Woman there that you need a place to stay, but away from the village. She’ll know of a better place. Wise women always do…” that last bit came as an afterthought, as she pondered on the people she had me ton her travels. Often the Wise Women or Wisdoms of the village were the ones with the most common sense, which is why Rosheen always sought them out. With some luck, they’d find someone with a similar common sense in the village.

 

“But first we need to get you patched up.” She spurred her horse again, happy to see that the woman’s horse did the same without much urging. The sooner they arrived at the village, the sooner the woman could get help. “there, look!” she pointed at a farmstead that lay a few hundred paces away from the road. “That means we’re close.” And they were. Over the next rise, Rosheen saw houses appear. It was a small farmtown, with a square and a well in the middle. She dismounted on that square, and helped the woman dismount as well. Now to find the Wise Woman.

 

~Rosheen Tahn Sakhr

 

ooc: can you rp walking through the town a bit and asking some people for directions? I'll bring in my Kin in the next post.

“You were in Caemlyn.” She nodded slowly, “You can’t stay out here.” She knew that and nodded a second time more slowly. “Not in your state. Your child is due soon, and it needs a home to stay it, other than the woods. You’re in no condition to protect yourself or your child.”

 

She knew this to be true, and the child would have to come first. Though when her arm was well and the child born then she could return to safety, she could suport and take care of herself then. “We’ll tell the Wise Woman there that you need a place to stay, but away from the village. She’ll know of a better place. Wise women always do…”

 

Smiling she followed the woman, she was a litle puzled though, the woman seemed to know how to figth. Once she had learned a litle as well though she only used it to survive, to hunt. And she knew she where no where near the other in skills, far from it.

 

“But first we need to get you patched up.” She spured her stallion after the other womans horse following into the village as they came there though she felt cold and knew her hands wherent steady anymore. It was with alerted eyes she looked around as they asked for directions to the wise woman, untill they finaly found themself outside a house where herbs both was planted in beds around the building as well as hanging on the walls to dry.

 

She tied Rahien firmly with a knot that would easily yanked up in need of swift exit. Her arm was still trobing as they went up the stairs, and she watched the other knock the door and then explain everything to the woman who opened. They where let in and she looked around in the dim room as her eyes adjusted to geting out of the sun light.

 

ooc hope it was something like this you ment *s*

While shooting worried glances back at the woman she had rescued earlier from time to time, Rosheen made her way through the village. As usual the locals looked at her oddly, but she hardly noticed those looks anymore. She was who she was, which was the same person she had been all her life. Fortunately it didn’t take them long to find what they were looking for. Indeed, the home of the wise woman was easily found, once they knew where to look. Herbs planted in flowerbeds by the door, and herbs drying on the walls pointed the house out as the home of a wisdom, or wise woman. Whatever they chose to call it here.

 

“Finally…” she said, looking over her shoulder at the other woman again. she was shaking even worse now. Rosheen hoped that the damage done to her by the muggers could be undone by a mere wise woman. If only they had been closer to Tar Valon… There was little do be done about that though, and wishing didn’t get them anywhere. Looking determined, Rosheen knocked on the door, hoping to find someone capable and wise on the other side of it.

 

~

Inside the house, three women looked up simultaneously. Had their message not been clear? Do not disturb us… it sounded rather clear to Helena. She and Suan had travelled for miles to inspect the thread, or rather a report coming from the thread, and now that they had finally cornered the wise woman who made the report, they were less than pleased by the disturbance. Helena was also a healer though, and she would rather die than turn down someone who was injured. Before the wise woman, Agatha, could speak, Helena had already called for the person outside to enter.

 

~

 

“Enter.” The voice calling them in was musical but stern. The kind of voice that belonged to a wise woman or an Aes Sedai only, someone who expected to be obeyed. Rosheen decided not to disappoint her, and opened the door, urging the injured woman to follow her. As always she saw the eyes of the women present widen when they first saw her. She bowed briefly to the three women present. “Good day.” She said, before straightening herself. “The villagers told us that we would be able to find the wise woman of this village here.” She stepped aside, revealing the injured woman to them. “I found her on the side of the road, injured, and I had hoped that you would tend to her.” Still uncertain of which woman she should look at, Rosheen alternated between the three of them.

 

~

 

Whatever it was that Helena Mahin had been expecting, this was certainly not it. The woman entering the room was obviously a warrior, and the woman following her was obviously not. That one was wounded, and with child as well. She glanced at Suan for a moment, before deciding on a course of action. “Yes yes… wait downstairs, will you? Agatha here will bring you tea in a moment, while Suan and I tend to this woman.” She barely noticed the surprised look on the mohawked ones face. The other woman held her attention completely. A wounded pregnant woman, shaking like a leaf, and fully capable of channelling, with a little help perhaps. The door closed behind the warrior woman, and Helena walked towards the other one, taking one of her hands in her own. “My dear child… what happened to you?”

 

~Rosheen Tahn Sakhr

 

~Helena Mahin

 

ooc: since I'm playing 2 characters here I made Helena's stuff darkblue

She just partly listened to the conversation as she looked at the three women. For some reason she felt a sort of kinship with them, though she couldnt for the life of her understand why. Then the other, Rosheen went downstairs followed by one of the wisewomen.

“My dear child… what happened to you?” Something in the voice just made a thigth lump inside her loosen and she felt the tears softly silently runing down her cheecks, for a reason she felt safe here. The words was still hard to find though and she strugled as she spoke.

 

"There...we where...traveling ...working in caemlyn...the dead walked in the day and..." she shook her head as if to shake the images of dreadfullness out of her mind, "a'vron..." a soft sob escaped her lips at the thougth of her fatefull dog, "..he saved me...got killed...then alive...then..." she stoped for a moment closing her eyes, continuing in a soft whisper "..he was afire, fire was there alive as well ..." she shook and her breath was fast, she could feel and hear her heart thunder in her chest as she remembered it all so clearly...everything she had wanted to surpress.

 

She sniffed, "When over i ...i couldnt find him...the fire or dead must have taken him too.." she tried to whipe her cheeks. "I lived in the forest since...its safe there...no dead to be alive." she felt a litle dizzy and lost of what more to say.

A few meaningful glances passed between Suan and Helena. poor child… Helena held on to her hand as she guided her over to one of the chairs. It was one lined with cushions, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. When he woman was seated, Helena crouched before her. “There there…” she said, wiping a tear from the other’s face. “You’re safe here. We will keep you safe.” And they could, too. But first things first. Her wounds. “My dear, I’m going to do something about your injuries first. It may feel odd, but you needn’t worry.” She looked at the other’s face, hoping to see some understanding in it.

 

Slowly she opened herself to the one power, still looking at the pregnant woman. There was no change on her face, none to indicate that she noticed the glow of saidar around Helena. Carefully she wove the threads that allowed her to probe the injuries that the woman had received. They weren’t too serious, it was mostly the shock that had her in such a bad state. Still, they could be life threatening if they weren’t tended to. “You are going to feel cold now. Don’t worry, that’s perfectly natural. I’m going to heal you.”

 

Without waiting for the woman to accept or reject the offer, Helena began to weave. Air and water and spirit bound tightly together. The lashes and bruises that were visible disappeared within moments, as well as the internal damage. The woman gasped as Helena drew from her energy, and slumped in her seat when she was done. “Suan, why don’t we make her some tea? Perhaps flatworth tea? With andilay root?” a healing tea, that would help her sleep during the night as well. Helena suspected that the woman hadn’t had a good nights rests since the dreadful events in Caemlyn. “Tell me when you feel sleepy. Agatha has a bed for you to sleep in, and we’ll stay by your side during the night. We will keep you safe.”

 

~Helena Mahin

Ooc: So Sorry!!! I completely forgot about this thread! I'll have a post up tomorrow (hopefully!)

“There there…” She felt a finger remove her tear on her cheek. “You’re safe here. We will keep you safe.” They didnt understand, it wasnt safe and least of here in a village with so many peoples who could be killed and come alive. Even with what she had told them they didnt get it, it wasnt safe, not at all.

“My dear, I’m going to do something about your injuries first. It may feel odd, but you needn’t worry.” She looked ununderstanding on the woman. It felt like the other woman radiated, and confused she wondered what it ment. “You are going to feel cold now. Don’t worry, that’s perfectly natural. I’m going to heal you.”

 

The next moment before she could think a cold sensation went through her body and she gasped laudly and frigthened. What where she doing, and then it was over, she felt dizzy and tired to her bone. She needed to get out of her, but reaslised she was in no state to do so.

 

“Suan, why don’t we make her some tea? Perhaps flatworth tea? With andilay root?” She looked droswy up on the women, tea sounded good, and food, but she wanted sleep too, not sure what she wanted most. “Tell me when you feel sleepy. Agatha has a bed for you to sleep in, and we’ll stay by your side during the night. We will keep you safe.”

She nodded, and as the cup was placed in her hands she was siping it but soon handing it back and closing her eyes for a moment.

 

She felt hands helping her up and over to a bed, sinking down she felt her head hit her pillow and soon was sound asleep.

 

~She was walking through a pasture, dancing with her friends and laughing when a darkness filled the sky and sudenly she felt cold. Then there was roaring fire, and beasts came to be born of it, hunting her, hunting her friends. She saw them be picked down one after one~ She twisted and rolled over in her sleep ~she managed to find cover under some some stones standing out of a small cliff, crawling deep into the shadows watching the horror going on out in the fields, that was when she heard the tud behind her as if some larger rock had fallen down from someone walking and making it loosen. She could feel heat envelop her soaring through her blood in a delicious way, then turned and rose..~

 

..she sat up with a gasp and looked around herself in confusion, seeing a chair on fire, and a cat hiding under the table looking offended at the chair. Sweat runing down her back and her heart racing, it took a moment for her to realise that she had been dreaming, and then sudenly there was as if somehting loosened in her and she felt cold again, as if life had left her.

Things had calmed down considerably after Suan and Helena had put the young channeller to bed. The girl had been through much, that much was certain. The Tower Guard had been a small help, telling them of the events along the road and of what she thought the girl had been through in Caemlyn. Rumours had reached them as well, and if she had gone through all that… Helena shivered and rubbed her own arms, trying to get rid of the sudden chill that coursed through her. “Such horrors.” She muttered. The Tower Guard had found a room in the local inn, intending to travel on the next day, now that she knew the young woman she had rescued was safe.

 

Helena turned in, knowing that the woman was safe indeed. It wasn’t until she felt someone channelling that she doubted that. First she thought it was Suan, or even Agatha, though that was unlikely as the woman could barely channel enough to light a candle. Then she realised that it might be the young woman they took in. The second that thought occurred to her, she smelled something burning. Within seconds Helena was on her feet, storming out of her room and into the room of the young woman.

 

There she saw the woman sitting on her bed, her legs pulled up. The chair was on fire, and the cat was hissing at it. “Oh, don’t make a fuss.” Helena told it, embracing the one power and putting out the fire with spirit and water. It was easy enough, but it did prove one thing. The girl needed guidance, if she were to survive much longer. Channelling when you slept was dangerous, as the girl had just proven. Helena pulled up another chair and sat next to the bed. “Bad dreams?” she asked, looking questioningly at the girl.

 

~Helena Mahin

 

ooc: maybe you should come up with a name for Mysti, or tell us her name is Mysti. Calling her ‘girl’ or ‘woman’ all the time is getting a bit odd.

ooc i figured the question would come up about a name ic and she would then recal some nickname from her past or something that she gave up in lack of anything else.

 

“Bad dreams?” She looked lost up at the woman. Slowly she nodded, twice she had left a life behind and now in some way leaving the forest behind made up for a tird, she was she, but who was that. And the nightmares. Her growing up seemed so far away.

 

"They..." she closed her eyes and gathered her mind, "..yes a bad dream...the monsters was in my ..my past" She looked up, "I...I dont even know who I am anymore...will they ever leave me, and how can there be such horrors..where did they come from...they...they wherent always there."

 

No she had been happy, first at what was once her home, then happy making the rode her home. "I left them and then the monsters drove him from me...what more is there...what next.." she couldnt say the words going through her mind, only crossed her arms protectivly over her tummy, her child.

 

No, she looked to the window, her stallion, she still had him for now, her only link to her past. Thoug that was but more a question of luck, there had been plenty trying to remove the valuable stallion from the poor girl in the forest, or woman, she suposed she was that now.

 

"Where are we?" she didnt even know that much nor did she have any feeling for time, time and place had no meaning out in the forest.

"Near Caemlyn, in a small village."

 

Her voice came from the doorway, soft in tone in a nearly breathless sort of cound but there was a firmness to it that spoke ages against her. Although her age was defied as the One Power coursed through her, she looked no more past the late 30 turns most women in her field did. Suan was a master at all herbs and often trained younger girls in her art. Sharing a look with Helena, Suan Nerinna entered the room in a light stroll while carrying a small tray that held a bowl of heated water, a pot of tea that was laced with only a mild sleeping draught and some forkroot - if needed as she had felt the girl channel - and a small tea cup that was ideal in allowing bed-ridden men and women to drink without spilling along the bed. her other hand a staff that allowed her easier movement in the room. This, of course, was only a guise.

 

"But rest now. Who ever was after you will not be able to touch you or harm you in this place, or when your with us, this I promise." Setting the tray down she stood by Helena. "But, if you are up for it, I think there are a few things that Helena need to discuss with you. Not only for the sake of your child, but also your future." Suan paused, "The first thins you can tell us is your name."

 

 

 

Suan Nerinna

Kin Council

NSW

"Near Caemlyn, in a small village." The voice was soft and friendly, yet the words made her shiver. To close to nightmares, to close, her child, no they had said she was safe before, she would belive that, cause she felt some kinship with these women she didnt know at all.

 

She looked at the tea but her arms stayed protectivly infront of her child. "But rest now. Who ever was after you will not be able to touch you or harm you in this place, or when your with us, this I promise." She tried to put up a brave smile to say she did her best beliving that, it was so hard to talk it made her mind spin just to find all the words.

 

"But, if you are up for it, I think there are a few things that Helena need to discuss with you. Not only for the sake of your child, but also your future." Despite herself she couldnt help look curious to them, her future was clear to her, it was the safety of the woods. Her child was hers, none would take it from her, it was all she had left from him.

 

"The first thins you can tell us is your name." She looked a long time on them, her mind in turmoilt, name, who was she. Not his mysti, not the lady Amelia. Jaydie, her brothers nickname on her when he was young, spured from her midle name. Before she could think more on it she let it pass over her lips almost testing it, "Jaydie.." it was as if she tasted the sound of it. Yes she could be that she guessed and nodded as much to herself as to anyone else.

 

She smiled now as she remembered her litle brother, she had always taken care of him, like she would her child. A tear run down her cheek, she couldnt help missing him. He would be grown up now, maybe dancing with girls, their parents only child as she run away, would he marry and take over their house.

 

It had been so long since she allowed herself to really think about those she left behind. She had never regreted going to be with her love thoug when her parents wouldnt accept him, and what good times they had had.

Her hand touched Helena's shoulder, as if the way they talked were more then just words. Suan was not fooled by the girl. She said the name as if it had not been her own and it was clear the girl trusted no one. Suan could not blame her anymore than blaming herself when she did not give her own name as well. Unfortunatly in this girls case it would not be that simple, however Suan was not one to force these matters.

 

"Very well, Jaydie" She tested the name much the same way that "Jaydie" did. "Would you care to take a small time out of your dreams and tell us a bit more than the lucid comments of your dream? There is no need to fear us." Exchanging a look with Helena, Suan released her Souv'ras touch and moved to the girls bedside and layed a hand on the Jaydie's stomach. "You run from many fears, but it is not healthy for either of you. You have my word that we will keep you safe, but you must trust us." As we will be trusting you in more things than you have yet to understand.

 

 

 

Suan Nerinna

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(Short post, sorry.. tired.. )

"Very well, Jaydie" Jaydie looked at the two women, "Would you care to take a small time out of your dreams and tell us a bit more than the lucid comments of your dream? There is no need to fear us."

 

She sank back against the wall tired, one of the women moved over to her, a hand placed on her stomach. "You run from many fears, but it is not healthy for either of you. You have my word that we will keep you safe, but you must trust us."

 

She nodded sleepily and looked to the tea, but her back was aching and she didnt feel like raising up again, it was good to rest it against the wall.

 

"There is nothing to tell, what has been wont come again. Its gone into the past." Something one of her nannys used to say when she was upset about toys or such beeing destroyed, no point crying about it.

 

"Death dont care about fear, it took my dog who tried to protect me and turned him against me," she looked at the woman, words where coming more easily to her now that she slowly got used to speak again. "I do belive you, that you mean what you say, but...but if death take you it wont mean anything."

 

She shivered sligthly on the thougth, she had left the past behind, the past before caemlyn, her life was 3 parts, her childhood, her life on the road between caemlyn and her life on the road after caemlyn, only the last mathered.

 

He was gone she was sure, and there was no home for her where she grew up, she wasnt that person anymore, her family probably come to peace with their loss and she could never be that sweet daugther again. No it was bether to leave what had been in the past, no use speaking of it.