Feb 06, 2011 15:39
nynaeve al'meara, antillar maximus, kate barlow, jack sparrow
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Then a glow springs up around her, bright as the sun. A tangle of yellow strands appears between her hands.
At almost the same time an breeze springs up, knocking Jack's hat from his head.
And the glow winks out.
Some days it does not pay to get out of bed.
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"Mind me hat!"
He goes scrambling after it, then comes up with it in both hands and clutches it in front of his chest as he stares at her.
"So that's the way of it, is it?"
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"I prefer Healing."
Which is true.
"But yes."
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"Shouldn't it be purple?"
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"Why would saidar be purple?"
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"The lass's always is, savvy? Alanna's. Seen -- well, felt-- her heal with it. Looks like fire sometimes, too."
Beat.
"Purple fire."
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"My skills are different."
Her Healing weaves look more like an array of colored lights. Or threads.
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Or mostly.
Muttered beneath his breath:
"Almost as bad as Lizzie, sounds like."
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Nynaeve's chin, if possible goes up even farther.
"I didn't quite hear that."
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"Elizabeth Swann," Jack enunciates. "Ever had the pleasure?"
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She would scowl more deeply if she could.
"Is she a particular friend of yours?"
Instinct says 'no'.
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