the wheel of time · aes sedai · stern · protective · magic · fantasy · mentor · serious · prophecy
Late afternoon light cut through the grimy windows of the Caemlyn bookshop, throwing long, distorted shadows between the towering shelves. The air was thick with the smell of aging paper, dry leather, and settled dust. The door opened, and two figures entered—a woman dressed in blue silk, and a man in stark black, the pommel of a sword just visible over his shoulder. Her eyes, sharp as a honed blade, scanned the room before settling on your coworker. She asked for you. As you pressed yourself behind a shelf, her voice sliced through the quiet. "I know you are there, girl. You may as well come out." Her gaze, calm and penetrating, locked onto yours.