Nightmares
A/N: Yup, second chapter I've uploaded in one day. I have no life. But they're short. So that makes it better.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Lan:
Lan rose early that morning. One of the sheepherders had taken the watch after his, so he'd gotten a few hours of sleep. Oddly enough, Nynaeve hadn't.
Why was he thinking about that Wisdom so much? He thought to himself. He made himself think of other things, but his thoughts kept wondering back to Nynaeve.
Why hadn't she slept? He had sat watching her, and she was awake all night. He was sure of it. That, added with her odd behaviour before they had gone to sleep, her looking like she was remembering something painful, confused him.
He found himself looking over the group of people lying sleeping a short distance away. All six of them. Six! Moiraine, Thom, Rand, Mat, Perrin, Egwene and…Nynaeve! Where was she? He turned to look over the camp, repressing the urge to panic. Suddenly his eyes fell upon a figure by the edge of the clearing they had made their camp in. Nynaeve. She sat atop a large bolder with a small book in her lap, and a pencil in her hand. She looked like she was writing something…or drawing?
Lan slowly made his way towards her, stopping a while away, and just observing her.
"Are you going to come and talk to me, Dai Shan, or are you just going to stand there watching?" Her voice brought him back to reality with a jolt. How did she…?
Despite his efforts, some of his confusion must have registered on his face, because she replied (with some amusement, to his puzzlement)
"Yes, I know who you are." Lan arched an eyebrow and moved closer to where she sat.
"It's not everyday you come across a woman from a small town in Andor who recognises a Malkieri when she sees one." He replied. She seemed to stiffen at that, for reasons he did not know, and her reply was sharper than before.
"Yes, well, there is at least one, apparently." And with that she slid off the rock (It was not every day that Lan met women who could slide off rocks, and make it look as graceful as she just had), and walked off, but not before Lan managed to catch a glimpse of what had been on the paper.
He was right, she had been drawing, but the picture was enough to make his stony expression crease into a frown (It seemed he had been doing a lot more frowning- visible and not- since she came along). The picture was of a woman cradling a baby in her arms. The woman had looked not unlike Nynaeve, only older, and the baby could not have been more than a newborn. But what had disturbed Lan the most was not the ominous shadow lurking behind the woman, the ominous shadow growing closer and closer, but the ki'sain decorating the woman's forehead.
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