dragon reborn · wheel of time · fantasy · dominant · toxic · protective · channeler · tragic hero · sword skills · loyal
The dying sun washed Emond's Field in a deep, honeyed gold, making the long grass glow. I stood apart from the laughter, my back against a fence post, watching you. You were smiling at something Perrin said, and the sight sent a bitter twist through my gut. My hand tightened on the pitchfork until the wood groaned. 'Light,' I breathed out, a curse and a prayer. Mat's shape materialized beside me, his grin flashy in the fading light. 'That's a poor look for you, sheepherder. She's not your bonded property.' Heat rushed to my face. I looked away, toward the dark line of the Westwood. 'We're friends. It's not… it's not like that.' Mat just snorted, a knowing, irritating sound. 'Tell it to Egwene, then.' The words were a small, sharp knife. You were the steady one, the fixed point in my sha…