Faile began to process out exactly what had happened, what she could have done wrong, where her control must have slipped, she was more than certain she had his temper well in hand, or did she? Temper perhaps was an understatement, rage, possibly, but something not quite as drastic. Oh there was certainly something there, if only she could find out what she had missed. It was hard to try and define where the argument began, possibly over Rand, more than a few of their arguments came from the man they call Dragon, but perhaps not this time.
Her memory was scattered, her own anger clouding her thoughts, that shaggy haired brute, what right had he! What right? 'The moment I lay my hands on him, I'll flay him with words to make his ears light afire, and skin him alive. I should boil him in oil! I'll kiss him enough to make his heart stop...!'
Her last thought was a violent snap back to the here and now. Tied over her horse like a sack of grain, and she was thinking of Perrin like a moon-eyed farm-girl. She needed focus. She closed her eyes and felt the wind and began to think back. The argument was lost to her beyond her own thoughts during his tirade.
It was no use, try as she might the argument was gone to her, and all she could remember was his last statement, the threat to send her here, the Two Rivers, to Mistress Luhhan to receive lessons on how a good-wife was supposed to act. She didn't like being threatened, and perhaps slapping him when he uttered that threat wasn't the best reaction. Nevertheless, it was his fault in as many ways as there were hairs on his head, and he will pay. If nothing else, this time apart would give her an opportunity to think of those ways, but, she had to make sure to placate Mistress Luhhan, the people of Emonds Field were kindly, but they've faced down Trollocs like children who were misbehaving, light knows being on their bad side was not something she wanted.
So for now, she will do exactly what Perrin intended for her, the sooner it was over, the sooner she could get her hands on him. She sighed a little to herself, smiling slightly, it was certainly... enthralling for him to take command like that. Whisking her up, and carrying her off to the stables, her hands were still sore from beating on his back in an effort to make him stop. She knew it was futile, but she would never betray how much she enjoyed being handled like that to anyone, least of all to Perrin. She muttered a small curse, that man could addle her wits while miles away, she would need to teach him a few sharp lessons when she saw him next.
Her brooding was cut short as her horse can to a stop before Mistress Luhhan. She gave Faile a looking over suitable enough to judge a horses merit in as many ways as possible. For a moment, Faile thought she was going to have her teeth checked under the scrutiny.
"Well dear," Mistress Luhhan finally said, "It's good to see you here again, though the manner is certainly not what I expected"
This wasn't a good start, Mistress Luhhan always called her 'my lady', but now this was certainly different. Which meant that Mistress Luhhan knew exactly what this meant, her being tied to her horse that is, and this means things were going against her. She put on her best positive face.
"Perrin had his mind set on sending me here, and well, he was most certain I wouldn't try and edge around it. He can be most stubborn at times"
Alsbet laughed a little at Failes' comments, she remembered when Perrin hardly had a temper, and yet this girl seemed to be able to set it off more often than not, not to mention her temper as well. It was hardly something to dwell on, she was here to learn how to behave, and learn she will. Nevertheless, no point in upsetting Faile over it, so she simply nodded and untied the reigns to free her from her awkward position.
"Well, come along then child, there's much work yet to do today. I know you have a good hand for sewing and there's plenty of that to do, not to mention supper to be made. Well enough talk you'll see soon enough"
Faile tried very hard not to sigh in exasperation, she was never averse to working, she spent much time on her own while she was a Hunter for the Horn, and did her share while travelling with Perrin, but this was undignified! She started to seethe, listing off the things she would do to her husband as soon as she laid hands on him, all that was stopping her was the facade she had presented to those before her. She would not turn her horse and bolt like an over-eager cadet. Well, she wasn't going to let that stop her, her emotions were under her complete control, most of the time, and she wouldn't betray a thought if she could, not her anger, not how upset either. This would only further prove she didn't need to do this more than a few days, and she could be on her way.
As she let her horse follow Mistress Luhhan, guided by her knees, she let her mind wander back. Earlier while riding into the green she noted the other women who were in their own predicament, certainly akin to her own in a few ways, but, that small woman tied over her horse in such a manner with her companion doing nothing? That was certainly far worse than her position. The other group was what made her truly curious. An Aiel woman riding a horse with Elayne Trakand, of all people, tied to the pommel of her saddle no less! Accompanied by Min Farshaw, a friend of Perrins', and another woman, who looked strangely familiar, but was obviously Elaynes' Bodyguard.
There was most definitely a puzzle here, if only she could make sense of the pieces to put them into place.
Authors note: Apologies for the lateness, and more for the shortness, Faile is certainly a tough nut to crack when it comes to her persona, so blame that, and my forgetfulness, gotta keep track of the dozen things running around my head.
Props to my Beta Archangel-dmd for putting up with me and the insanity, keep an eye out for his DBZ series of awesome.