The sun rose high in the sky, the eye of the Creator staring balefully down
at the land below. A dark figure was glaring back, with barely suppressed
rage glistening in his midnight black eyes. He thought of fate. He
thought of his purpose in life. He thought of a glass of water. Water
would be very nice right about now, what with the heat out here today. Why
were they out here anyway? Wasn't it much cooler indoors?
A sharp kick to the ankle broke his reverie. He turned swiftly to glare at the woman sitting next to him. She was rapping a large stick against the side of her chair. Nyneave glared at him for a moment, and then lost interest and turned back to her conversation with Aviendha.
Semirhage glanced up from her embroidery for a moment. "You shouldn't stare at the sun, Demandred. It will hurt your eyes, and I won't fix something caused by your stupidity." She lowered her head and returned to her embroidery. Demandred could see a pattern of flowers growing steadily under her hands. Pale, delicate blue flowers. Ice blue flowers. Ice.
With a muffled whimper, Demandred tossed in his chair. "Too hot!" he moaned, panting with effort. Sweat ran down his craggy face in small rivers, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.
"Are proper Aes Sedai supposed to sweat?" Nyneave asked Semirhage, arching her eyebrow disdainfully at the sight of Demandred's overheated form.
"No. But he's always been.special."
"I see."
There was a lot of scorn in those two words. Demandred turned his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as Nyneave came into his field of vision again. The ice blue flowers swam before his eyes. Gasping, he stood up and lurched towards the house.
"Ice." he panted, his voice dry and hollow. "Ice!"
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Mesaana and Mat were sitting in the kitchen when Demandred staggered in, bringing the stench of sweat with him. Mesaana daintily raised a hand to her face, her features contorted with disgust.
"You might want to try showering," she murmured. "It might make you fit to be out in public."
Ignoring her, Demandred made his way to the freezer. He opened the door and stood still, basking in the glory that is coldness. After a few moments had passed, he turned away, a contented look on his face.
"A shower? That's a good idea. I'm sure we have some cold water, don't we?" he said, a dreamy expression kicking the contented one off his face. He drifted past Mat and slowly picked his way up the stairs.
"Well, Matrim," Mesaana began, breaking into her teacher-mode. "Have we learned anything today?"
"Yes, I have."
"Good. What is it?"
"Never wear black wool in the middle of a heat wave. Demandred is an idiot."
"Those are two things, Mat."
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Moridin burrowed under his blankets and watched the fire burn in the fireplace. He stifled a sob when he thought of how Mr. Shelly had always loved watching the fire. Well, he'd loved it as much as any tortoise loved watching a fire, and who can really quantify that?
Where was Mr. Shelly? He was sure that Shaidar Haran was behind this, but right now, he was happy just to burrow under the blankets and watch the fire that protected him from the chill in the air.
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(A/N: I know this took a long time to come, and I know it's kinda strange and really short, so I'm sorry, there will be longer, better stuff when finals are over and I'm not so sick. Thanks to all my reviewers. You deserve lots of candy and cookies.)
A sharp kick to the ankle broke his reverie. He turned swiftly to glare at the woman sitting next to him. She was rapping a large stick against the side of her chair. Nyneave glared at him for a moment, and then lost interest and turned back to her conversation with Aviendha.
Semirhage glanced up from her embroidery for a moment. "You shouldn't stare at the sun, Demandred. It will hurt your eyes, and I won't fix something caused by your stupidity." She lowered her head and returned to her embroidery. Demandred could see a pattern of flowers growing steadily under her hands. Pale, delicate blue flowers. Ice blue flowers. Ice.
With a muffled whimper, Demandred tossed in his chair. "Too hot!" he moaned, panting with effort. Sweat ran down his craggy face in small rivers, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.
"Are proper Aes Sedai supposed to sweat?" Nyneave asked Semirhage, arching her eyebrow disdainfully at the sight of Demandred's overheated form.
"No. But he's always been.special."
"I see."
There was a lot of scorn in those two words. Demandred turned his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as Nyneave came into his field of vision again. The ice blue flowers swam before his eyes. Gasping, he stood up and lurched towards the house.
"Ice." he panted, his voice dry and hollow. "Ice!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mesaana and Mat were sitting in the kitchen when Demandred staggered in, bringing the stench of sweat with him. Mesaana daintily raised a hand to her face, her features contorted with disgust.
"You might want to try showering," she murmured. "It might make you fit to be out in public."
Ignoring her, Demandred made his way to the freezer. He opened the door and stood still, basking in the glory that is coldness. After a few moments had passed, he turned away, a contented look on his face.
"A shower? That's a good idea. I'm sure we have some cold water, don't we?" he said, a dreamy expression kicking the contented one off his face. He drifted past Mat and slowly picked his way up the stairs.
"Well, Matrim," Mesaana began, breaking into her teacher-mode. "Have we learned anything today?"
"Yes, I have."
"Good. What is it?"
"Never wear black wool in the middle of a heat wave. Demandred is an idiot."
"Those are two things, Mat."
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Moridin burrowed under his blankets and watched the fire burn in the fireplace. He stifled a sob when he thought of how Mr. Shelly had always loved watching the fire. Well, he'd loved it as much as any tortoise loved watching a fire, and who can really quantify that?
Where was Mr. Shelly? He was sure that Shaidar Haran was behind this, but right now, he was happy just to burrow under the blankets and watch the fire that protected him from the chill in the air.
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(A/N: I know this took a long time to come, and I know it's kinda strange and really short, so I'm sorry, there will be longer, better stuff when finals are over and I'm not so sick. Thanks to all my reviewers. You deserve lots of candy and cookies.)