OOC: Note: This is an RPG, written by me and a friend. Everything written as Lavida is mine, and Kaimla is hers. I do not own Kaimla, Wheel of Time or anything Robert Jordan owns. Except his books, but I only have copies of them. Well, they're copyrighted to him… shutting up.
IC:
Lavida sat in the dark in the dark tent, reclining on the soft tasseled cushions opposite the woman shrouded in shadows. Her calloused hand was held carefully, palm-up, by the soft, cool fingers of the Seer. Dark green eyes, glinting in the dim light, shined out from under her cadin'sor.
The routine Telling of her society, the Maidins of the Spear, was normal for her. She was relaxed as she listened to the muffled sounds of her friends move about outside the tent, waiting for their turn and straining their ears for what the Seer would say to her. Suddenly, the wrinkled face snapped up, her eyes boring deep into Lavida's soul. She sat still, unable to move or break the gaze.
"Your destiny lies before you," rasped a voice like chains dragged over stones, like the baying of wolfhounds in the hunt. The woman's eyes seemed to grow, taking up her entire face. "You think, you believe, that you are a warrior." A barely perceptible shake of her head. "Your path lies another way. You are original and creative, and deeply, you have realized this."
Her shriveled lips carefully formed her fateful words.
"You will pass a difficult test that will make you happier. However, you will not think of it that way." Her voice returned to normal, the rough, gravely voice of an old woman who was a warrior in her younger years.
"You have the spark, child."
Lavida's ears roared, her eyes wide. Her mouth dropped open, heedless of any small toh. The Seer's eyes filled with compassion barely masked as Lavida began to scream.
"No!" she cried, leaping to her feet. "I won't! I'll never!" She dashed for the tent flaps, and straight into the waiting arms of her Spear-sisters. They griped her arms with hands made of steel, unfailing in their strength.
"You must," her near-sister Tavrine informed her with a blank face.
"If you don't go willingly, you know what we must do," said Simarine, a light of amusement in her eyes. Lavida struggled helplessly, her eyes pleading. Seeing no mercy in the hard eyes of her friends, she sagged, her body going limp. She raised her head slowly, grey eyes blazing.
"And you know what I will do," she told them, and bolted, breaking free of their arms. Before she had gone three paces, she stumbled, falling heavily. She lurched to her feet once more, but her society was upon her. Anguished eyes raised a spear-butt, then brought it down on her head. The world turned black.
The Maidins carefully hauled Lavida across their shoulders, securely binding her feet and hands with strips of fur-coated leather. With heavy hearts, they began to run across the Three-fold Land, towards Rhuidean, where Lavida would be forced to face her future.