ladytania
Geeky old married chick
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2014
- Location
- Midwest USA
'The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,' Elegenie thought to herself as the wagon rolled through the gates of Caerton. Pulling her woolen cloak around her shoulders, she peered out from the hood over her head to take in the crossroads town. As the wagon bumped over the cobblestone street, she noticed the side streets were packed dirt. Small, two story houses, animals lots, and small businesses all vied for space in the tight packed down.
"Here you are, my lady," the farmer said with a nod to Elegenie as the wagon came to a stop. "The Shepherd's Rest."
As the farmer continued down the street, Elegenie stood before the town inn. One of three, this one overlooked the crossroads that made Caerton a town. Each of the four cardinal directions saw cobblestones heading to gates to the north, south, east and west. Pulling back her hood, Elegenie turned to gaze at the evening crowd milling through the square.
Elegenie was petite but curvy. Her small, rosebud lips pursed tightly as her chilly blue eyes peered around from a youthful face that seemed like it should have been so much older. She was in fact nearly 40, but her constant use of the One Power had left her looking for more youthful than her true years. Wavy honey blonde hair was pulled back and held in place down her back with a blue ribbon. The natural curves of her body were covered in a royal blue silk dress buttressed by two petticoats beneath and the cloak over it, with the front of the dress buttoned up close to her throat.
People in the street nodded respectfully, with a few older men knuckling their foreheads. With her piercing gaze, unflinching demeanor, and rich silk dress, many took her for a noblewoman. While her face remained passive, that thought always made her smile inside. Little did they know she had been born an cobbler's daughter in Caemlyn. At thirteen, right as puberty struck, she had her first contact with saidar, the One Power. Within two years, she had been a Novice at the White Tower. At eighteen an Accepted, and on her twenty-fourth birthday, she had taken the Three Oaths and become Aes Sedai. In truth, she was known at Elegenie Sedai, of the Blue Ajah. With her cold gaze, pristine face, and curvy body, she had been nicknamed the Ice Doll. No one said it to Elegenie's face, but she had not been unhappy about the nickname.
Again she looked around the town as the sun faded behind the hills to the west. Things had been happening in Caerton that no one could explain; animals strangely butchered, women disappearing, and lights floating in fields. Elegenie had been sent by the Tower to investigate what was causing it. Ta'veren? Darkfriends? Or worse?
Pulling the hood back up over her head, Elegenie turned and entered the inn.
"Here you are, my lady," the farmer said with a nod to Elegenie as the wagon came to a stop. "The Shepherd's Rest."
As the farmer continued down the street, Elegenie stood before the town inn. One of three, this one overlooked the crossroads that made Caerton a town. Each of the four cardinal directions saw cobblestones heading to gates to the north, south, east and west. Pulling back her hood, Elegenie turned to gaze at the evening crowd milling through the square.
Elegenie was petite but curvy. Her small, rosebud lips pursed tightly as her chilly blue eyes peered around from a youthful face that seemed like it should have been so much older. She was in fact nearly 40, but her constant use of the One Power had left her looking for more youthful than her true years. Wavy honey blonde hair was pulled back and held in place down her back with a blue ribbon. The natural curves of her body were covered in a royal blue silk dress buttressed by two petticoats beneath and the cloak over it, with the front of the dress buttoned up close to her throat.
People in the street nodded respectfully, with a few older men knuckling their foreheads. With her piercing gaze, unflinching demeanor, and rich silk dress, many took her for a noblewoman. While her face remained passive, that thought always made her smile inside. Little did they know she had been born an cobbler's daughter in Caemlyn. At thirteen, right as puberty struck, she had her first contact with saidar, the One Power. Within two years, she had been a Novice at the White Tower. At eighteen an Accepted, and on her twenty-fourth birthday, she had taken the Three Oaths and become Aes Sedai. In truth, she was known at Elegenie Sedai, of the Blue Ajah. With her cold gaze, pristine face, and curvy body, she had been nicknamed the Ice Doll. No one said it to Elegenie's face, but she had not been unhappy about the nickname.
Again she looked around the town as the sun faded behind the hills to the west. Things had been happening in Caerton that no one could explain; animals strangely butchered, women disappearing, and lights floating in fields. Elegenie had been sent by the Tower to investigate what was causing it. Ta'veren? Darkfriends? Or worse?
Pulling the hood back up over her head, Elegenie turned and entered the inn.