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She hadn't expected to sit here with Moiraine, having a conversation about what scares her, her, a forsaken. It was difficult to explain what had her so on edge. Or maybe not, but she had to let them know that she had failed, "the other forsaken are released. Ishamael released them all before he died. He knew I betrayed him." She didn't mention that she had been very honest about her betrayal to him. He knew her better than to trust her. After all, trusting a forsaken was only done by fools or those in love with one.

Lanfear knew she had to go meet them soon, go and see what their plans were. Reach out to them, but she didn't want to. She wanted to bask in what she thought was her winning. "I'm not scared for myself, I just know that they wouldn't mind killing all of you when they get the chance." Where as she would only kill them if they had outdone their usefullnes.

She had heard that Alanna was back in the tower. One of the friends she had made outside of her own blue ajah. So she found herself walking towards the green ajah part of the tower, to knock on Alanna's door and see how she was. Hear all of the stories she had about life outside of the tower. Leane loved being Keeper of the Chronicles but seldom came outside the tower.

As the door opened, she gave her friend a broad smile and a hug. "Welcome home. I'm so happy to see you well!" Sometimes she wondered if she had chosen the right ajah, if the green ajah wouldn't have been a better choice. It was those she had been doubting between until literally the last minute.

Another dark friend. They were easy to spot near Shadowspan. The ones who had tied themselves to the dark one wouldn't be attacked. Still, it wasn't often she came across someone in a long time. Her eyes locked on the blonde, a small smile playing on her lips as she started weaving to make herself disappear into the shadows.

Only to appear behind the other a few seconds later. "I mean no harm, I just thought I would say hello." She quickly said, knowing that the other might have felt like she would attack her. "Are you also here to see what all the shadowspan are doing here?"

"I don't think Aviendha likes me very much," Rhea said to Elayne, while her eyes stayed strained on the floor in front of her. "It's like she wishes it was anyone but me." Aviendha made her feel like she was not good enough, not living up to the expectation of being the Dragon Reborn, not worthy of becoming their car'a'carn. It's not like she had chosen to be what she was. She wanted to still be on the farm, helping her father, to return to the two rivers.

She scowled at the vampire, her shadows coming dangerously close to him. She knew she was overreacting, his reaction to hers had made this clear. So she turned around, sighing for a moment, calming herself before turning around again to face him. "I'm sorry Maurice, I didn't mean to snap."

Her bright blue eyes took him in, he looked so young, she knew that of course he wasn't. She knew he was at least 500 years older than she was. "I would like to know what happened. I just thought we were done with him. That he no longer would be a problem."

She took the glass of whiskey from Grace with a grateful smile and put it against the blonde's glass, "To us." She replied. "I feel like you are more than you seem to be." Lizzie said, looking at Grace, it was as if she saw the other for the very first time. Lizzie always pretended to be more naive, nicer, than what she actually was. It was necessary to survive here, to have the men fancy her, not see her as dangerous.

"Be careful not to show too much of that strength inside you." The brunette warned her, "they will try to snuff it all out."