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[ladyfirestarter]

It's late in the afternoon of an ordinary day at the Taos installation, a fairly pleasant day in early spring.


Nobody is currently in a particular hallway on the second floor of Main, where one particular door (known only to a very few) is a fixed gate to a place called Milliways.

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[not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com]

Nynaeve's teeth score her bottom lip as she weaves red and green strands together, clearing out the blood and burning it away, at the same time as she spins a delicate network of silvery-blue and yellow filigree to stitch the blown-open heart back together.

And then--then she can start putting the rest of Rose's body back together. Sweat beads on her hairline--less from the power required than because the work is delicate, every weave precise and well-placed.

But eventually she sits back, hands still resting lightly on Rose's shoulders.

"Rose? Answer me, girl."

Her voice is rough, eyes a little unfocused.

She is, after all, still embracing saidar.

[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

"--and the season of mists," she slurs; blinks.

(it was RED--)

Focuses, impressive speed. "I'm here," she says. "I'm okay. I'm here."

[not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com]

"Good. You just--stay where you are for now. Catch your breath."

Nynaeve needs to do that, too.

Just for a moment.

And this time, when she sags backward, Lan is there to catch her.