Transition chapter.
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Chapter 8- The Amyrlin's Warder
Once again, Nynaeve found herself strolling the Warders' training ground. Many of the Warders greeted her, having come to recognize her. She shook her head. Lan was there, in the middle, and glanced at her without pausing in his exercises. He had taken his shirt off, and she could see his muscles standing out clearly- she shook her head again. *This is ridiculous.*
There was one face she did not recognize. It was a handsome face, crown with red-gold hair like Elayne's. He did look familiar, but she could not place where she had seen him before…
"I'm Gawyn," the man said, grinning. "Gawyn Trakand." Apparently he had noticed her staring.
"I'm Nynaeve al'Meara, Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah." They shook hands briefly.
"Ah, so you are Nynaeve," he said. "Egwene talks about you all the time."
"You know Egwene."
"I'm her Warder."
Nynaeve had not known Egwene had a Warder. But she had never seen them near each other once. In fact, she did not think she had seen Gawyn at all before this. "If you're her Warder-"
"I've been…away," he said uneasily. They stood uncomfortably until Nynaeve made the connection.
"Trakand…You're Elayne's brother!"
He grinned. "Yeah."
"You and Egwene…You're more than just her Warder, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"I just have a knack for these things."
"Lucky me," Gawyn muttered.
Lan joined them, greeting Gawyn and staring into Nynaeve's wide eyes. For once, she was able to speak. "Hello, Lan. How are you?"
"All right, Nynaeve."
She suddenly felt chills down her spine, and an odd pulling at the back of her mind. It must have shown on her face.
"What is is?" Lan asked.
Nynaeve looked into his eyes, and hoped he would understand. "A storm is coming."
End Chapter 8
I know, it's really short. I'm sorry, I'm just not having much transition-inspiration. I don't want to get to the good part too soon.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to tell you I don't own them?
Chapter 8- The Amyrlin's Warder
Once again, Nynaeve found herself strolling the Warders' training ground. Many of the Warders greeted her, having come to recognize her. She shook her head. Lan was there, in the middle, and glanced at her without pausing in his exercises. He had taken his shirt off, and she could see his muscles standing out clearly- she shook her head again. *This is ridiculous.*
There was one face she did not recognize. It was a handsome face, crown with red-gold hair like Elayne's. He did look familiar, but she could not place where she had seen him before…
"I'm Gawyn," the man said, grinning. "Gawyn Trakand." Apparently he had noticed her staring.
"I'm Nynaeve al'Meara, Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah." They shook hands briefly.
"Ah, so you are Nynaeve," he said. "Egwene talks about you all the time."
"You know Egwene."
"I'm her Warder."
Nynaeve had not known Egwene had a Warder. But she had never seen them near each other once. In fact, she did not think she had seen Gawyn at all before this. "If you're her Warder-"
"I've been…away," he said uneasily. They stood uncomfortably until Nynaeve made the connection.
"Trakand…You're Elayne's brother!"
He grinned. "Yeah."
"You and Egwene…You're more than just her Warder, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"I just have a knack for these things."
"Lucky me," Gawyn muttered.
Lan joined them, greeting Gawyn and staring into Nynaeve's wide eyes. For once, she was able to speak. "Hello, Lan. How are you?"
"All right, Nynaeve."
She suddenly felt chills down her spine, and an odd pulling at the back of her mind. It must have shown on her face.
"What is is?" Lan asked.
Nynaeve looked into his eyes, and hoped he would understand. "A storm is coming."
End Chapter 8
I know, it's really short. I'm sorry, I'm just not having much transition-inspiration. I don't want to get to the good part too soon.