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Me in my little book nest picturing Rand Alth'or and his three amazing wives in one comically large bed snuggling. Reblog if you agree
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Aviendha by phillowe
Aviendha of the Nine Valleys Sept of the Taardad Aiel
happy pride 🌈 have an avilayne
“I have failed you,” she said finally. Her voice was flat, empty. “I cannot form the gateway properly, and all saw me shame you. The Atha’an Miere ignore me and glare at the Aes Sedai, as if I am an Aes Sedai dog yapping at their command. I pretended I could make the Shadowrunner talk for you, but no Far Dareis Mai is allowed to question prisoners until she has been wed to the spear for twenty years, or even to watch until she has carried it ten. I am weak and soft, Elayne. I cannot bear to shame you further. If I fail you again, I will die.”
I believe the Wise Ones would already punish Aviendha with useless work because of her pride. Aviendha, your failures are not important enough to die over.
Poor Elayne, though. Having a friend like that must be very hard.
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“You and she are near-sisters, as you and I are,” Aviendha protested, slowing a step before picking it up again.
Her own flame-carved ivory bracelet was a gift from Aviendha, to seal them as near-sisters.
“My near-sister Egwene asked me to watch Rand al’Thor for you, which I promised to do.”
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Fingering her belt knife idly, Aviendha wondered about that. Egwene, Elayne’s Amyrlin Seat, said much the same. She was a friend, too, but she had wrapped her heart around being Aes Sedai. Aviendha herself did not want to be part of the White Tower.
Aviendha downgrades Egwene’s status from near-sister to friend.
No comforting words or teas would cure what ailed her. She was enjoying talk of lace and embroidery! She did not know whether to growl in disgust or wail in despair. She was growing soft. Never before in her life had she looked at a woman’s dress except to think where it might be hiding a weapon. [..]. Soon she would start simpering. She had not seen Elayne or Nynaeve do that, but everyone knew wetlander women simpered, and it was obvious she had become as weak as any milk-water wetlander. Strolling arm-in-arm, chatting about lace!
Interesting… is it because she is influenced by Elayne, or because she has always loved ‘girly’ things and, all her life, tried to run away from her true self, pretending to be someone she was not born to be, because deep down she felt ashamed of her true nature before she stomped into the ta’veren’s nets?
Birgitte only smiled, glancing from her to Elayne, and murmured under her breath. Aviendha caught the word “kittens.” Worse, it sounded fond. Everyone must have heard. Everyone!