Tarasin Palace, Ebou Dar [Taisham 15, Mid-Morning]
The drunken night with Birgitte, Beslan and Nalesean had turned into the world's most hungover morning after, which was why Mat was still not entirely convinced that the apology he'd received from Nynaeve and Elayne for not appreciating his rescue attempt in Tear so many months ago had not been something his fevered brain had concocted all on its own.
But he was moving into the Talasin Palace on their suggestion, and they had finally agreed to letting a few of his Redarms follow them around on their search for this bloody Bowl, so if it had all been a hallucination, it had at least been a flaming useful hallucination.
Well, at least it had been until he crossed the threshold of the palace and the dice in his head had stopped dead, but he wasn't going to be curious about that. He had heard a saying on several women’s lips back home, usually when he had done something that looked fun at the time. “Men teach cats curiosity, but cats keep sense for themselves.”
"I'm no bloody cat," he muttered to himself as he stalked into the room the Ebou Dari referred to as the sulking room in his suite. He couldn't imagine what he'd use it for--he never sulked.
“Of course you’re not a cat,” Tylin said. “You’re a succulent little duckling, is what you are.”
Duckling? And a little one at that! He hardly had a chance to voice one of his many, many protests before the queen had pushed him into a chair and was kissing him quite thoroughly.
By the time he had extricated himself from her embrace to answer a summons from Elayne--he was quite certain Tylin had possessed more hands than any six women should have--he had made two resolutions:
1) The boy Olver would be moving into the sulking room. Surely the queen wouldn't try anything with a small, ugly child in the next room, and
2) He was writing for reinforcements. Something was going to happen in Ebou Dar, and soon, and he wanted more swords he knew he could trust when it did.
He left Elayne and Nynaeve's rooms, heading to watch some building they considered to be of potentially great importance, and leaving letters to Karla, Aravis, Kennedy, Arthur and Merlin in their care to be sent through a gateway.
As a bonus, maybe one of them would pretend to be his betrothed in order to get the queen to back off. If his luck held, it might not even have to be Merlin or Arthur.
[OOC: Summarized from approximately 40 pages of text from A Crown of Swords. Feel free to add in your own references to embroidery. Those mentioned in the narrative, feel free to handwave letters arriving for you!]
But he was moving into the Talasin Palace on their suggestion, and they had finally agreed to letting a few of his Redarms follow them around on their search for this bloody Bowl, so if it had all been a hallucination, it had at least been a flaming useful hallucination.
Well, at least it had been until he crossed the threshold of the palace and the dice in his head had stopped dead, but he wasn't going to be curious about that. He had heard a saying on several women’s lips back home, usually when he had done something that looked fun at the time. “Men teach cats curiosity, but cats keep sense for themselves.”
"I'm no bloody cat," he muttered to himself as he stalked into the room the Ebou Dari referred to as the sulking room in his suite. He couldn't imagine what he'd use it for--he never sulked.
“Of course you’re not a cat,” Tylin said. “You’re a succulent little duckling, is what you are.”
Duckling? And a little one at that! He hardly had a chance to voice one of his many, many protests before the queen had pushed him into a chair and was kissing him quite thoroughly.
By the time he had extricated himself from her embrace to answer a summons from Elayne--he was quite certain Tylin had possessed more hands than any six women should have--he had made two resolutions:
1) The boy Olver would be moving into the sulking room. Surely the queen wouldn't try anything with a small, ugly child in the next room, and
2) He was writing for reinforcements. Something was going to happen in Ebou Dar, and soon, and he wanted more swords he knew he could trust when it did.
He left Elayne and Nynaeve's rooms, heading to watch some building they considered to be of potentially great importance, and leaving letters to Karla, Aravis, Kennedy, Arthur and Merlin in their care to be sent through a gateway.
As a bonus, maybe one of them would pretend to be his betrothed in order to get the queen to back off. If his luck held, it might not even have to be Merlin or Arthur.
[OOC: Summarized from approximately 40 pages of text from A Crown of Swords. Feel free to add in your own references to embroidery. Those mentioned in the narrative, feel free to handwave letters arriving for you!]