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Currently browsing thread: Weeks Gone By (Attn: Lysira) Jerid Walker Jul 13, 2010 15:25:30
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Jul 14, 2010 21:17:15 		Jerid's eyes scanned the room that he had walked into, at first to identify any and all exits and then to evaluate it. The area was sparse, smaller than many Aes Sedai and Asha'man were accustomed to, and just larger than most Warders' quarters. But then Warders did not need such frivolities that some channelers felt they couldn't live without.

Most Warderes did not need quarters larger than this, however. If they were bonded, most of their time was spent quartered within their bondmate's apartments.

Another reason why he felt little pity for the Jerid that had been. If the man had been foolish to toss away his marriage rather than try to mend a rift, then he deserved no sympathy or prayer.

But is it really your place to judge, Jerid? The choices you made are without consequences of their own.

Jerid ignored the voice and turned his gold-green gaze to Lysira. Light, but a part of his heart ached at the sight of her, the glow of the fire half lighting her face. She reminded him so much of his own wife, even if her face held an inkling more of emotion. Light, but the shirt fit her just as well as it had his wife.

His Lys had never shown even hesitation if she could not help it.

The Gaidar's respone were enough to allow Jerid to shutter his heart behind steel gates.

“What happens now,” he murmured, almost to himself. His eyes flashed towards the door before he continued. “What happens now is that I will almost certainly leave for somewhere else. I am unable to return from where I came, and it is apparent that I will be a prisoner here, or at the very least unwelcome once Aden spreads word of what has happened.”

The Aden he knew and had trained would have done that. “If I must, I will go to Andor or wherever they cannot find me,” Jerid added, looking back at Lysira. “There is nothing here for me.”

“As to what happened to you—to my wife and son—things apparently transgressed differently here,” Jerid murmured. His voice was calm, almost cold. It was the only way he could talk about the subject to date. “Your Jerid was involved with an Aes Sedai, Catieri al'Cardyn, I imagine?”

He merely waited for Lysira to answer before murmuring, “That was similar, the affair I carried on. It was hard on everyone, but...somehow we managed to hammer everything out. It was a rough road to traverse, but I was determined to make amends.”

His eyes flickered past the small Gaidar to the mantle and they grew distant. “Then Zae informed me of a threat about a cell of Dreadlords plotting against the M'Hael and Amyrlin. I stepped down as Keeper of the Archives, with your blessing before we confronted the first of the channelers.” A hand went to his side, tracing where he should have had a scar. “The bloody chit was quick with a knife.”

“Six months passed...and we received a lead on the whereabouts of a Dreadlord. I took my Warder, Balen and Zae to confront the man.” He smiled grimly, emotionless. “It was a trap, one which cost dearly. You...you were torn apart like a fish caught in bailing wire and the bond snapped. The man escaped...and two hours later my son was dead.”

His smile faded and he closed his eyes briefl, forcing tears away. The Void sprung up, barricading him from those turbulent emotions. “I tracked him down a day later. It took him another to die.”

He shook his head and murmured, “The Hall assigned Sienna Gaidar after that, six months ago. Light, but she took every chance to remind me not to do something foolish, even when I told her. She was quite familiar with Altaran tradition.”

Jerid set his eyes on Lysira once more and he murmured, “But I suppose such things never happened with you. At least here, your Jerid was fortunate to have you and foolish enough to squander it.”  

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  • Skewed Time Line Lysira Viathene Jul 14, 2010 23:07:41 (3)
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