Memories of rain
Disclaimers: I do not own wheel of time or its characters..
** Thoughts ""Talking
Memories of rain Chapter 6
Lan
Walking through the streets of Bearlon.again. *Why did Moiraine have to tie me to this bloody saddle, and the fact that she still has not untied me yet show a great amount of trust. Like I could run through the gate on Mandarb, without nearly killing myself, to get to Ray anyways. * I searched my mind again for that feeling I had earlier. *Why would I even bother, she is going to be coming to the gate by high moon, and will probably wait till 'morn when the gates open, if she didn't want scare the hell out of anyone* I amused myself with this thought for a while since that is probably what she Wanted to do. She always did have fun scaring these foolish mortals. Looking into the dark alleys for any unexpected 'friends', Lan continued to imagine the guards at the gate running, screaming at the top of their lungs about a demon dressed in black riding a nightmare * Ironic since that is what kind of horse she is, if you think that you can get away with calling her a horse without having your head kicked in. Oh tomorrow will be fun*.
Ray
*I hate mornings* Ray thought to herself as she trudged to the gates of Bearlon, the sun shinning bright into her one uncovered eye. Last night she had felt Arthas, or as he is called now Lan, searching to see how far away she was. She had also made some small changes to her features last night so that she'd looked like a veteran fighter instead of death itself *not that I am not a bringer of death*she thought with amusement. It was always fun to her to torture her victims before death. But it was only the ones that deserved it that I dealt that particular death. To all others it was a swift, clean death. Now she had removed the bandage covering her eyes completely and could see out of the one, which was done through extensive healing that was only partly done by me. Earth had done the rest. Her hair was still a blood red, but that would probably never change, due to millennia of blood stains were it just wouldn't go back to its natural control, no matter how much I used to try and bleach it back. Her right arm and left leg were now covered in a form of metal that would slowly heal them, which allowed not to limp and gave her full use of them as well. She covered the crossed shaped scar on her throat with the necklace of winds, which would allow her to breath easily in case the scar broke open somehow. The circlet of fire on her biceps for power, the anklet of water on her ankle for swiftness, and bracelet of earth on my wrist so as it can heal all the scars from the past.
*I'm nearing the gate I see* she thought herself, but right before she to it, she pulled out a white, tube shaped object. She put the end that had a spongy interior to her lips, and created a small flame in her hand to light the other end, which showed some dry leaves, which allowed her to pull in a long breath, and exhale a white cloud of smoke. *Oh that fell good* She thought as she passed between the gates of Bearlon.
Lan, who had been waiting by the door of the inn, finally saw Ray coming into sight. Yet what he saw did not make him very happy, which caused him to walk up to her and grab the cigarette out of her mouth, throw it on the ground, and stamp it out. "I thought you had quite Ray" in a voice that seethed with rage. He hated it when she used to smoke, and he still hated it now. It was a disgusting habit, since it made you smell like crap, and caused so many health problems he couldn't even count them all. As Ray dismounted by swinging her leg over the mares' neck and sliding down, she just looked at him passively. Lan continued to seethe until finally he gave up the futile attempt. He knew she didn't care, so he just gave up that little battle. For now. Lan finally looked at her, and saw what she had had done, which caused a slow smile to creep onto his face. He decided to speak now since he might lose his chance later, "So, you decided to change into the real Ray, instead of that senile old hag". For his troubles, he got a playful smack over the side of the head. He knew she wasn't serious since he could see that little smile playing over her face, though no one else would have noticed. She was better at controlling her features than any other creature, dead or alive. Without a second thought, he picked her up in his arms and slowly began his very 'controlled' ministrations of kidded to her neck, and face. " Gods above and below Ray, I missed you," he said between kisses, which took quite a long time in the end. Ray was back, his love, and heart was back.
Disclaimers: I do not own wheel of time or its characters..
** Thoughts ""Talking
Memories of rain Chapter 6
Lan
Walking through the streets of Bearlon.again. *Why did Moiraine have to tie me to this bloody saddle, and the fact that she still has not untied me yet show a great amount of trust. Like I could run through the gate on Mandarb, without nearly killing myself, to get to Ray anyways. * I searched my mind again for that feeling I had earlier. *Why would I even bother, she is going to be coming to the gate by high moon, and will probably wait till 'morn when the gates open, if she didn't want scare the hell out of anyone* I amused myself with this thought for a while since that is probably what she Wanted to do. She always did have fun scaring these foolish mortals. Looking into the dark alleys for any unexpected 'friends', Lan continued to imagine the guards at the gate running, screaming at the top of their lungs about a demon dressed in black riding a nightmare * Ironic since that is what kind of horse she is, if you think that you can get away with calling her a horse without having your head kicked in. Oh tomorrow will be fun*.
Ray
*I hate mornings* Ray thought to herself as she trudged to the gates of Bearlon, the sun shinning bright into her one uncovered eye. Last night she had felt Arthas, or as he is called now Lan, searching to see how far away she was. She had also made some small changes to her features last night so that she'd looked like a veteran fighter instead of death itself *not that I am not a bringer of death*she thought with amusement. It was always fun to her to torture her victims before death. But it was only the ones that deserved it that I dealt that particular death. To all others it was a swift, clean death. Now she had removed the bandage covering her eyes completely and could see out of the one, which was done through extensive healing that was only partly done by me. Earth had done the rest. Her hair was still a blood red, but that would probably never change, due to millennia of blood stains were it just wouldn't go back to its natural control, no matter how much I used to try and bleach it back. Her right arm and left leg were now covered in a form of metal that would slowly heal them, which allowed not to limp and gave her full use of them as well. She covered the crossed shaped scar on her throat with the necklace of winds, which would allow her to breath easily in case the scar broke open somehow. The circlet of fire on her biceps for power, the anklet of water on her ankle for swiftness, and bracelet of earth on my wrist so as it can heal all the scars from the past.
*I'm nearing the gate I see* she thought herself, but right before she to it, she pulled out a white, tube shaped object. She put the end that had a spongy interior to her lips, and created a small flame in her hand to light the other end, which showed some dry leaves, which allowed her to pull in a long breath, and exhale a white cloud of smoke. *Oh that fell good* She thought as she passed between the gates of Bearlon.
Lan, who had been waiting by the door of the inn, finally saw Ray coming into sight. Yet what he saw did not make him very happy, which caused him to walk up to her and grab the cigarette out of her mouth, throw it on the ground, and stamp it out. "I thought you had quite Ray" in a voice that seethed with rage. He hated it when she used to smoke, and he still hated it now. It was a disgusting habit, since it made you smell like crap, and caused so many health problems he couldn't even count them all. As Ray dismounted by swinging her leg over the mares' neck and sliding down, she just looked at him passively. Lan continued to seethe until finally he gave up the futile attempt. He knew she didn't care, so he just gave up that little battle. For now. Lan finally looked at her, and saw what she had had done, which caused a slow smile to creep onto his face. He decided to speak now since he might lose his chance later, "So, you decided to change into the real Ray, instead of that senile old hag". For his troubles, he got a playful smack over the side of the head. He knew she wasn't serious since he could see that little smile playing over her face, though no one else would have noticed. She was better at controlling her features than any other creature, dead or alive. Without a second thought, he picked her up in his arms and slowly began his very 'controlled' ministrations of kidded to her neck, and face. " Gods above and below Ray, I missed you," he said between kisses, which took quite a long time in the end. Ray was back, his love, and heart was back.