After a long day of cooking and cleaning, Mat wanted nothing more than to
sit down in front of the TV and watch some cheap porn. Nyneave had other
ideas.
As soon as he walked into the living room where she was sitting with the three Forsaken, she jumped up, her eyes flashing.
"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped. "I know that there were more chores I had for you to do. Stupid wool-headed man. They never listen do they?" Semirhage, who was watching Golden Girls while knitting, nodded sympathetically.
"Weren't you supposed to be washing the dishes after dinner?" Demandred added, innocently.
"Blood and bloody ashes, no!" Mat exclaimed, glad that there was one chore that had not fallen upon his shoulders. "That's Rand's job."
Silence fell upon the room as everybody looked around. Finally, Mesaana dared to repeat the cliché.
"Where is Rand anyway?"
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"OPEN THIS DOOR NOW, WETLANDER!!" Aviendha yelled, her voice hoarse from the strain of yelling over Rand's whimpering.
"No," he moaned. "Must-be-strong! Never. Let. Demandred. In."
Aviendha tossed her hair furiously and stalked away from the bathroom, muttering about foolish men. As she stormed down the stairs, she ran smack into Mat, who was muttering in the Old Tongue about overbearing women. The two glared at each other for a minute, then stormed off in different directions.
The Aiel ended up in the door to the living room, watching Nyneave and Semirhage compare stitching techniques. Her glance also took in Demandred, leaning back a shade too far for the chair he was sitting in. She scanned the room, looking for the foul Mesaana, but could not see her anywhere. Shrugging, she turned around and entered the kitchen.
Grimacing at the sight of the poorly washed dishes and the stench of Mat's cooking, she turned and cut back through the living room to the back door. Stepping out onto the porch, she saw Mesaana emerging from the Porta-potty that had been erected in the former flowerbed.
The two women glanced at each other, then Mesaana leapt out of the way to avoid the spear being thrust at her. Aviendha fell off the porch as she ducked the balefire that would have taken off her head (and done some damage to the rest of her being.) Glancing at each other once more, the two women brushed themselves off and continued on their ways, Mesaana to the living room and Aviendha to the Porta-potty.
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Moridin slumped forward onto his desk, scattering the papers that had been resting there a moment before.
"I just don't know what to do with them," he moaned to his companion. "That damned Myrdaal keeps insulting all of my ideas for punishing them."
The tortoise sitting on the edgy of his desk might have nodded in sympathy if it had understood what was going on. Then again, considering the disposition of most tortoises, it might have bitten Moridin. As it was, it merely stared up with baleful black eyes and ate a piece of lettuce.
"I need to think of a good way to punish them! But how? How? Mr. Shelly, you must help me!" Moridin stared pleadingly into Mr. Shelly's eyes, searching for a way out of his dilemma. Mr. Shelly took that as an opportunity to eat some more lettuce.
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The next morning, Siuan walked confidently down the stairs towards the breakfast nook. She had finally come up with a comeback that would leave Semirhage speechless.
Luckily, she could see Semirhage and Demandred already up and sitting at the table. It looked like they were eating salad for breakfast. Well, it just went to show how strange those Forsaken really were.
Demandred was the first to see Siuan coming, and he nudged his companion to alert her. He fancied he could see Semirhage preparing for the kill. He was always glad to see Semirhage hurt other people. Glad that he wasn't the one being hurt.
"Yes, Siuan? Did you want something?"
"Yes. I want to tell you something."
"Hmmmm?"
"Um." Siuan's voice trailed off and her face went bright red. She seemed to be struggling for words. "Uh, I forgot what I was going to say. Well, I'll be back later, shall I? That salad doesn't look very good, so I'll just come and eat lunch, okay?" With that, she dashed from the room.
The two Forsaken glanced at each other, then shrugged and turned back to their breakfasts.
"Do you think we should have told her?" Demandred asked, spearing another piece of lettuce with his fork.
"No," Semirhage answered. She glared at the lettuce in distaste. She hated lettuce more than anything except stupid women who considered themselves Aes Sedai, and it just figured that she would be trapped in a house with no food except lettuce.
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(AN: Thanks to all who reviewed. I know I promised cookies, so you can have virtual cookies.
::passes out cookies::
Thanks for compliments and advice and spelling tips. I'll try to get the next chapter up within a week or so.)
As soon as he walked into the living room where she was sitting with the three Forsaken, she jumped up, her eyes flashing.
"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped. "I know that there were more chores I had for you to do. Stupid wool-headed man. They never listen do they?" Semirhage, who was watching Golden Girls while knitting, nodded sympathetically.
"Weren't you supposed to be washing the dishes after dinner?" Demandred added, innocently.
"Blood and bloody ashes, no!" Mat exclaimed, glad that there was one chore that had not fallen upon his shoulders. "That's Rand's job."
Silence fell upon the room as everybody looked around. Finally, Mesaana dared to repeat the cliché.
"Where is Rand anyway?"
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"OPEN THIS DOOR NOW, WETLANDER!!" Aviendha yelled, her voice hoarse from the strain of yelling over Rand's whimpering.
"No," he moaned. "Must-be-strong! Never. Let. Demandred. In."
Aviendha tossed her hair furiously and stalked away from the bathroom, muttering about foolish men. As she stormed down the stairs, she ran smack into Mat, who was muttering in the Old Tongue about overbearing women. The two glared at each other for a minute, then stormed off in different directions.
The Aiel ended up in the door to the living room, watching Nyneave and Semirhage compare stitching techniques. Her glance also took in Demandred, leaning back a shade too far for the chair he was sitting in. She scanned the room, looking for the foul Mesaana, but could not see her anywhere. Shrugging, she turned around and entered the kitchen.
Grimacing at the sight of the poorly washed dishes and the stench of Mat's cooking, she turned and cut back through the living room to the back door. Stepping out onto the porch, she saw Mesaana emerging from the Porta-potty that had been erected in the former flowerbed.
The two women glanced at each other, then Mesaana leapt out of the way to avoid the spear being thrust at her. Aviendha fell off the porch as she ducked the balefire that would have taken off her head (and done some damage to the rest of her being.) Glancing at each other once more, the two women brushed themselves off and continued on their ways, Mesaana to the living room and Aviendha to the Porta-potty.
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Moridin slumped forward onto his desk, scattering the papers that had been resting there a moment before.
"I just don't know what to do with them," he moaned to his companion. "That damned Myrdaal keeps insulting all of my ideas for punishing them."
The tortoise sitting on the edgy of his desk might have nodded in sympathy if it had understood what was going on. Then again, considering the disposition of most tortoises, it might have bitten Moridin. As it was, it merely stared up with baleful black eyes and ate a piece of lettuce.
"I need to think of a good way to punish them! But how? How? Mr. Shelly, you must help me!" Moridin stared pleadingly into Mr. Shelly's eyes, searching for a way out of his dilemma. Mr. Shelly took that as an opportunity to eat some more lettuce.
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The next morning, Siuan walked confidently down the stairs towards the breakfast nook. She had finally come up with a comeback that would leave Semirhage speechless.
Luckily, she could see Semirhage and Demandred already up and sitting at the table. It looked like they were eating salad for breakfast. Well, it just went to show how strange those Forsaken really were.
Demandred was the first to see Siuan coming, and he nudged his companion to alert her. He fancied he could see Semirhage preparing for the kill. He was always glad to see Semirhage hurt other people. Glad that he wasn't the one being hurt.
"Yes, Siuan? Did you want something?"
"Yes. I want to tell you something."
"Hmmmm?"
"Um." Siuan's voice trailed off and her face went bright red. She seemed to be struggling for words. "Uh, I forgot what I was going to say. Well, I'll be back later, shall I? That salad doesn't look very good, so I'll just come and eat lunch, okay?" With that, she dashed from the room.
The two Forsaken glanced at each other, then shrugged and turned back to their breakfasts.
"Do you think we should have told her?" Demandred asked, spearing another piece of lettuce with his fork.
"No," Semirhage answered. She glared at the lettuce in distaste. She hated lettuce more than anything except stupid women who considered themselves Aes Sedai, and it just figured that she would be trapped in a house with no food except lettuce.
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(AN: Thanks to all who reviewed. I know I promised cookies, so you can have virtual cookies.
::passes out cookies::
Thanks for compliments and advice and spelling tips. I'll try to get the next chapter up within a week or so.)