Quince al'Pillan, M'hael
Kicked Out and Shielded


Quince roared soundlessly against the shield and gag placed over him. He had always hated being shielded. He wasn't always the most powerful in Spirit, and had been shielded more often than he would like. He had never been shielded since he was M'hael and realized that he didn't like being shielded any more than he was when he was a Dedicated. If looks could kill, Rash would be balefired several times over.

"Listen, Quince, I'm going to release your gag. As long as you don't yell. Your wife is in there and she might get worried." Rash held on for dear life on the shield as he undid the bonds on the gag. He still felt Quince fighting against the Shield, but Quince's face was calm. Deathly calm.

"Release me this instant."

"Now, Quince, you know I can't do that. You just sit there nice and pretty, and calm down."

"I am calm." The molten silver fire in his eyes betrayed his words.

"Yeah. Sure. Last time I heard that line, I saw a woman throw a mug at a guy after saying those words."

"Let. Me. Go. Now." Quince winced as another powerful contraction went through his bondmate.

"I don't think so, Quince. I'm pretty sure you'll do something bad to me, so I think we had better hold off on that for a bit, hmm?" A drop of sweat fell off the Dedicated's brow. Quince slammed full force into the shield over and over again. Rash's hold on the shield wavered for an instant.

Enough for Quince to shove into the crack of of the shield and seize the source. The first thing he did after gaining a grip on the foul stain of ooze on top of the pure sunlight that was Saidin was to release his bonds. He then tried to slam a shield onto Rash, but the shield wouldn't hold and the grip on Rash's link to the Source slipped away.

Not bothering to think about what this could mean, Quince opened a gateway directly behind Rash that led into frozen Malkier where a blizzard was crashing down on the landscape. Quince pushed Rash into it and he fell into the snow. The gateway immediately dissappeared.

Quince was just about to turn around and go back through the door when he was shielded again. This time by Jerad. Quince turned on him like a mad ox, and fought against the shield. The shield bent...and bent...and bent...but wouldn't break for all that it was worth. Quince had a new hate in life. Shields that didn't work and shields that worked too well.

"M'hael, you do be needing to calm down."

"I AM CALM." Quince said through clenched teeth.

"You do no be needing to go in there. She will be all right. Raven do know what she be doing, you know. There do no be anything you can do. Only the Amyrlin can do what needs to be done now. I do know you be worried, but there do be nothing you can be doing except pacing."

Quince released the pressure on the shield and sat down. "All right, all right." Quince put his head in his hands. "I'm calm, now. I'm just so worried about her."

"That do be better." Jerad sat down in a chair brought by someone and released the shield. After a bit, Quince sat down beside him.

"Where do be Dedicated Rashadin?"

Quince looked up with a stricken look on his face. "Oh, no. I forgot." He then seized the source and opened a gateway back to the same spot in Malkier. A frozen and shivering Dedicated Lorian stood there with icicles dripping off his nose and eyebrows. He immediately stepped in the gateway.

"Y-y-y-y-yo-u-u-u-u w-w-w-ill-l-l p-p-pay f-f-f-or thissss al'Pillan."

Quince winced as another contraction went through his wife. They were coming steadily now. And quicker. And harder. Quince then had a servant (of which there were many by now with everyone else crowding behind) sent for soup and towels for Rash. Tatiana's cry came from behind the door, and everyone's eyes darted towards the door. Quince whimpered. He didn't like it when his wife was in pain.

Quince al'Pillan
M'hael
Nervous Father-to-be