Changes in Time
Don't own WOT or NSTN, k? RJ does, and he cant say I didn't say it wasn't mine and it was his so HAH!
A/n: Neela: Thank you so much for reviewing once more! It really means a lot. And thanks for tellin me about what AU is....it helped :-p
Chapter 12: The Oath Rod
Nynaeve, Elayne and Egwene stood in front of the gaping doorway.
"Who comes here?" Sheriam's voice demanded from within.
"Nynaeve al'Meara," Nynaeve said along with, "Elayne Trankard," and "Egwene al'Vere." They were planning on saying it all in complete lockstep.
"For what reason do you come?"
"To swear the Tree Oaths and thereby claim the shawl of an Aes Sedai," They answered together.
"By what right do you claim this burden?"
"By right of having made the passage, submitting myself to the will of the White Tower."
"Then enter, if you dare, and bind yourself to the White Tower."
Hand in hand, they entered. Together. They entered at the same pace that they took their test. The will of the Tower awaited them in the flesh.
Sheriam, in a blue high-necked dress with the striped stole of the Amyrlin around her neck, stood framed by the oval ter'angreal, its colors shifting still through gold, blue, silver and green. Anya, a blue, the Keeper, stood by Sheriams shoulders, in a darker color dress, that had a low cut, held a black velvet cushion in both hands. Along the circular wall stood the shawl-draped Sitters in the Hall of the Tower, grouped by Ajah, and in front of each three Sitters, three more sisters of that Ajah shawled and each with another shawl folded over one arm. They watched the small group cross the floor with no expression on their faces.
The ter'angreal presented a problem. The tall oval was two narrow for them to pass trough together without using their dignity. They had decided that Nynaeve should go first-being the one with child, and the one who lost her hair-Elayne next, since she would be a Queen of Andor, Aes Sedai, and Egwene last.
They stepped through the ter'angreal and knelt side by side in front of Sheriam.
Sheriam took the Oath Rod, a smooth ivory-white cylinder a foot long and only slightly thicker than Nynaeve's wrist, from the velvet cushion that Anya held.
For an instant, Sheriam hesitated, as though not sure which to bind first, but only for a split second, one could think it never even happened. Then the glow of Saidar surrounded her as she touched the Oath Rod with a thin flow of Spirit. It wasn't fair, Nynaeve would become Aes Sedai minutes before the others.
Nynaeve promptly raised her hands in front of her, palms upward and Sheriam placed the Rod there. Nynaeve closed her hands around the Rod, it felt like glass, just...smoother...somehow.....
Leavin you there for a few k? Haha, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee review.
Don't own WOT or NSTN, k? RJ does, and he cant say I didn't say it wasn't mine and it was his so HAH!
A/n: Neela: Thank you so much for reviewing once more! It really means a lot. And thanks for tellin me about what AU is....it helped :-p
Chapter 12: The Oath Rod
Nynaeve, Elayne and Egwene stood in front of the gaping doorway.
"Who comes here?" Sheriam's voice demanded from within.
"Nynaeve al'Meara," Nynaeve said along with, "Elayne Trankard," and "Egwene al'Vere." They were planning on saying it all in complete lockstep.
"For what reason do you come?"
"To swear the Tree Oaths and thereby claim the shawl of an Aes Sedai," They answered together.
"By what right do you claim this burden?"
"By right of having made the passage, submitting myself to the will of the White Tower."
"Then enter, if you dare, and bind yourself to the White Tower."
Hand in hand, they entered. Together. They entered at the same pace that they took their test. The will of the Tower awaited them in the flesh.
Sheriam, in a blue high-necked dress with the striped stole of the Amyrlin around her neck, stood framed by the oval ter'angreal, its colors shifting still through gold, blue, silver and green. Anya, a blue, the Keeper, stood by Sheriams shoulders, in a darker color dress, that had a low cut, held a black velvet cushion in both hands. Along the circular wall stood the shawl-draped Sitters in the Hall of the Tower, grouped by Ajah, and in front of each three Sitters, three more sisters of that Ajah shawled and each with another shawl folded over one arm. They watched the small group cross the floor with no expression on their faces.
The ter'angreal presented a problem. The tall oval was two narrow for them to pass trough together without using their dignity. They had decided that Nynaeve should go first-being the one with child, and the one who lost her hair-Elayne next, since she would be a Queen of Andor, Aes Sedai, and Egwene last.
They stepped through the ter'angreal and knelt side by side in front of Sheriam.
Sheriam took the Oath Rod, a smooth ivory-white cylinder a foot long and only slightly thicker than Nynaeve's wrist, from the velvet cushion that Anya held.
For an instant, Sheriam hesitated, as though not sure which to bind first, but only for a split second, one could think it never even happened. Then the glow of Saidar surrounded her as she touched the Oath Rod with a thin flow of Spirit. It wasn't fair, Nynaeve would become Aes Sedai minutes before the others.
Nynaeve promptly raised her hands in front of her, palms upward and Sheriam placed the Rod there. Nynaeve closed her hands around the Rod, it felt like glass, just...smoother...somehow.....
Leavin you there for a few k? Haha, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee review.
