Dedicated Lorian
Delivering
Messages
Sweet! I'm the
scourge of the streets, bane of the rich, lover of women...that word doesn’t
even belong near my name!
Rashadin stalked the halls of the
Tower of Way in no great hurry, the last thing a woman in labor needed was for
a gaggle of Yellows to come screeching to bloody-hell over how to best deliver
babies with the Power; that and perhaps a slight twinge of delight washed
through him at the thought of abandoning Quince to the mercies of his wife.
Grabbing a servant by the collar without breaking stride, Rash
practically drug the wretch while giving instructions that Soldier Jerad was
to be found and was summoned post haste to the M'hael's quarters. That and a
little extra that Jerad was to run three laps around the Towers before coming,
a little exertion never killed anyone. Now for Raven...
The
iron-inlaid doors of the Grey Tower stood open for all during the day, an
invitation for all to seek the council of the Aes Sedai, or for the nobility
to requisition the military aid of the Asha'man. Though the doors laid the
vast training grounds known as the Impact Range, where men are forged into
weapons; and the hangout of Raven the Firebird, Taskmaster and bane of all
trainees.
Rash carefully tucked his double-braids into his coat, after
all that was Raven's favorite handhold, and strode out into the melee. Several
of the GiT puffed up with arrogance at sight of his black coat, probably
thinking to pick a fight. Normally he'd have been more then willing for a
little fun, but the Amyrlin needed a ladies touch. And he supposed she would
have to make due with her sister.
Raven stood on a small rise watching
two Saldaean's beat the stuffing out of each other, and typical of Saldaean's
they were only becoming more enraged the bloodier they became, her hair
trailed free in a swirling mass of darkness. She knew he was there and he was
more then aware of the fact, so crossing his arms Rashadin leaned upon a
near-by stand and pretended to be catching a nap. Quince was probably calling
for the guards to keep Tatiana from slitting his throat by now.
"What
do you want thief? I know you're not asleep, so stop acting like a cat and
state your business before I lose my temper." Opening one eye lazily, Rash saw
the petite woman glaring up at him with her arms crossed under her breasts,
which seemed to be the universal woman code for I am angry with you.
And the thought of the Firebird angry was enough to turn an entire Shienarian
cavalry bald, but Rashadin rather enjoyed playing his luck.
"Mmmm? Oh,
it's you Raven? Such a pleasant day...too bad your sister is in labor." Quick
as a snake his braid was in her fist, how did she do
that?!
"Tatiana's in labor?! You irritating troll, how many people have
you told?! Where is she? Answer me, you imbecile!"
"I WOULD IF
YOU'D LET GO OF MY FLAMMING HAIR!" Now where had that come from? Raven's
eyes and hand both opened in shock, and extracting his braid, Rashadin glared
fiercely. "Yes, she is in labor, I told no one, and she is in her room so; if
you don't want to hear about it from the morning harold, I suggest we go
now!"
-Rashadin