Nightmares

Disclaimer: Não é mina. Portuguese. Not yay for Google translator this time, though, because I translated it myself:) Clever me! I will now give myself a cookie!

Nynaeve:

Nynaeve moved stealthily through the camp. Her eyes had long since adjusted to the dark, and she had no need of a candle. She winced as a jolt of pain shot through her, and her hand went to her stomach, where the deep crimson of her blood was seeping out and staining her dress. Great idea, Z. 'Oh, Nynaeve! You happen to be near the spot where a secret meeting is taking place, drop by to take a look would you?'

At least her opponents had emerged a lot worse off than she had, some missing some fairly vital things, such as life. She smiled faintly at that, and then grimaced again as pain shot through her. She began to curse softly. She had to get back to her tent where her herbs were without anyone seeing her. And she looked like this. She looked down and took in her bedraggled state. Her dress was torn where daggers and swords had slashed at her, and she was bleeding profusely from more than one serious wound. Great. Suddenly she heard a noise behind her and spun around. Oh Light. And she had thought things couldn't get any worse.

Moiraine:

"We should depart fairly soon," She informed Lan, who was walking silently at her side. He nodded, thoughts obviously elsewhere. Suddenly her ears caught the sound of soft curses, and she flinched as she caught some that would make a wagon driver sit up straight. She and Lan exchanged curious looks, and they moved closer to the noise. A figure was moving quietly towards the tents. Suddenly it whirled around, and Moiraine's lantern illuminated a very familiar person.

Nynaeve swore again, this time louder.

Moiraine's eyes widened as she took in the Wisdom's appearance. What had happened? Lan took a step forwards, but Moiraine laid a hand on his wrist to stop him.

"What have you been doing, Mistress al'Meara?"

"None of your business," Nynaeve replied shortly.

"Well you must have been doing something fairly dangerous if you ended up looking like that." Moiraine responded pointedly.

"I'm fine," Nynaeve snapped, and then promptly swayed slightly, as if she were about to fall over. This time Lan did move forward, and caught her to stop her from dropping to the ground. Nynaeve glared up at him, and yanked her arm from his grip.

"I do not need help from either of you, thank you very much. I'm perfectly all right. I just need to apply some healall and madroot-oil and I'll be fine."

Moiraine sniffed. "You still haven't told me how you got yourself into that state in the first place."

"Oh yes I did. I told you that it was none of your business." Nynaeve retorted. "Now if you don't' mind…"

"Is every thing all right here?" A Warder, one of the ones on watch at the moment stepped into the light. They had obviously not been as quiet as they thought. The Warder's eyes widened as he saw Nynaeve.

"Light! What happened to you?" Nynaeve growled in frustration.

"Nothing! I'm fine, I tell you? Why can't every body just leave me alone?" And with that she stormed off.

"Lan," Moiraine said quickly, "Go and make sure she is okay." Lan nodded and disappeared into the dark. Moiraine nodded to the Warder, who bowed and turned away.

Lan:

He hurried towards the tent that he knew Nynaeve would be in, something which he rarely did. When he arrived, she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of her blankets, applying some ointment to her arm. She hadn't had time to start on anything else yet, he noted, so she was still covered in blood. She looked up as he entered.

"Egwene is talking to Verin Sedai." She informed him. He moved over to where she sat and crouched down in frount of her. He took her arm surprisingly gently, and she stiffened, pulling her arm away for the second time that night. This time he did not let go.

"What happened?"

"Why wont you just accept that I am not going to tell you, and move on?"

"I want to know what happened."

"Well you're persistent, I'll give you that. But no.

"Nynaeve, tell me now."

"Make me." She teased him mockingly. He scowled at her, and, taking her by surprise, flipped her over onto her back, and moved so he was kneeling over her, his hands over her wrists, pinning her down.

"I will." He replied, eyes glinting.

"And you think this is going to make me?" She responded, disdainfully.

"You're not moving, are you?" He pointed out.

"I don't know," She said, a sly look coming over her features, "I'm quite comfortable like this." She shifted under him quite deliberately, and arched an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you?" He let go of her, moving up, and pulling her up with him. She rubbed her wrists absently, laughing softly at him.

"I win."

"I wasn't aware that we were playing a game."

"Oh, Lan, don't you know? That's all life really is. A game. And you either win or you loose, depending on your strategies and planning."

"Very profound."

"I thought so."

Lan grunted.

"Very eloquent, aren't we?"

"Yes."

Nynaeve smiled faintly, and Lan was reminded of how rarely she smiled. He voiced that observation.

"Why do you hardly ever smile?"

"Why don't you?"

"Answer me first."

"Very childish, Lan."

"That's not an answer."

"I tell you what," Nynaeve said thoughtfully, "We'll play a game."

"Another one?"

"Yes. Another one." She frowned, and then nodded. "Yes. I think we will. I have fifteen questions, and you have fifteen questions. We have to answer the questions truthfully. We have one opportunity to pass on a question, and one only."

"Alright," Lan said warily, "I'll go first."

"Fine."

"Why do you always look sickened when someone offers you meat?"

"Because I don't eat meat." Nynaeve replied easily.

"You don't eat meat? Everyone eats meat."

"I don't. My question. Why are you always so stoic?"

"Because I don't like showing emotion. It's just another opportunity for the enemy. My turn. What is your mother's name?"

"Elnore. At least it was. Before she died." Nynaeve looked like she was experiencing a very painful memory.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. What's your favourite colour?"

"Blue and green. Do you have any siblings?"

"A sister and two brothers."

"I didn't know that."

"I never told you."

"What are their names?"

"My sister's name is Anona, and my brothers' names are Jame and Mikalaus. What is your favourite weather?"

"Clear sunny days. Easiest for seeing long distances." Nynaeve rolled her eyes at this. "And yours?"

"Rain. Lots and lots of heavy rain. And thunder and lightening too. I love the rain."

"The rain?" Lan looked dubious.

"Yes! Don't you love getting completely soaked through, and then taking a nice, long, hot bath, and curling up under heavy blankets to go to sleep by the sound of the rain?"

"Not really."

"Well then you're very strange. Rain is the best." She threw a pillow at him indignantly. "What's your favourite book?"

"I don't have one."

"You don't have one?" She stared at him unbelievingly. "That's not possible. Everybody has a favourite book."

"I don't."

She sniffed. "You are very peculiar."

"Favourite colour?" Lan asked.

"Purple and red."

"Purple? You don't strike me as the kind of person who would like the colour purple."

"Well apparently you were wrong."

"Apparently."

"How many questions have we asked so far?"

"I don't know," Lan replied, "I thought you were counting." Nynaeve shrugged.

"It doesn't mater anyway. I've almost finished fixing my arms. Turn around."

"Why?"

"I need to do my stomach and chest, and to do that, I need to take off my dress. Unless you want to be facing me for that?" She inquired archly. He turned around.

Okay, I've let another secret out of the bag in this chapter. Be grateful and happy. ;P And I made it longer than all my usual chapters! Yay!