Sorry about the late upload. I was back at school, because I've been sick the past few days, and wasn't able to get it uploaded. The next one should be up in about 14 hours, before I go back in the morning. Thank you to everyone who is reading, I love you all!
Rand was running. Running, running, running. He didn't know where. He was just running.
By the time he had stopped, the sun had risen, and was dully shimmering against the snow. He was in the woods, the tall trees leafless and covered in the thin layer of white.
Snow fell lightly around him, trickling down the back of his shirt. He coughed wetly, and realised he didn't have his cloak anymore. Where was it? It didn't matter. The numb was starting to set in and he wasn't going to feel it soon enough.
Mat. Where was Mat? Mat was important. Mat was... Rand's teeth chattered and he shakily set about climbing one of the trees.
Finally, when he was in a warmer thicket of it's branches, Rand could think. Mat. Mat was still where Rand had left him. In his room. Light, he was so woolheaded. What would Mat think of him? Staring at him and then running off? Why was he staring?
Rand sat and contemplated his obsession. Mat was just another friend, wasn't he? Mat was... A boy... How could he think any different? Rand's head hurt. Where was Egwene? Egwene had the answers. Egwene always had the answers.
He carefully climbed down from his tree and reoriented himself. The trek back to town would be miserable.
Now the sun was high over his head, and his hands were turning blue. He approached the door, but joyous laughter rang out from over his head. He looked up, to Egwene's window, and saw Mat prance in front of the window dramatically. Rand could hear them both laughing, and sadly slumped by the window.
Snatches of conversation drifted past him.
"I'm stuck!"
"PULL!" Mat leaped comically in front of the window.
"Bloody boot... Completely stuck"
Rand chuckled at the memories as they resurfaced
"That joke Mat"
"Tam comes out"
"Rand al'thor?!"
Rand wasn't sure how long it had been, but the sun was burning into his neck by the time the conversation died out. Rand stood up, shaking and cold, and started to stumble away.
"He wouldn't ever Egwene. And you know it."
Get ready for another POV switch. At the end of the chapters, I'll put together a list of how you can read the chapter so that they correlate to each person's POV individually.