Mother, when a Warder's Aes Sedai dies, it is as though he swallows her death and is consumed by it from the inside. Contentment rolled off of them in waves, a very grim contentment. The ninth sunset after her coronation already. I think Adeleas and Vandene might like to wet their throats.
Her head still swam enough to make embracing saidar difficult, but if all those nattering folk had not fueled her temper, what she saw lying in the street would have. He trailed off, staring at Rand. Seeing the flows being woven about herself did not tell her what image Elayne gave her, of course. You suggest punishing me like a novice or Accepted, but I am Aes Sedai.
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