Out in the Cold
The snow never bothered Mesaana. She could not feel the cold, even dressed only in her house robe, nightgown, and slippers. Though her slippers were becoming damp rather quickly. That would be amended shortly.
She could feel Saidar. Her student was practicing, or so she hoped. She had seized the Source herself but kept it hidden. It never hurt to be cautious.
Flurries of snow billowed across her face through the dark as she did her best not to trudge. A proper lady did not trudge.
She could feel Saidar. Her student was practicing, or so she hoped. She had seized the Source herself but kept it hidden. It never hurt to be cautious.
Flurries of snow billowed across her face through the dark as she did her best not to trudge. A proper lady did not trudge.