Author: Janira Hara
Subject: Trying to rest
Date: Thu Apr 23 17:47:46 1998

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Rocar and Janira waited as the procession went buy Janira seemed like a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders after seeing Alallein was ok. After the crowds died off Rocar said Come Janira there will be time enough for grettings we both need to get cleaned up and get a good rest. The morrow holds a new day. with that they went back inside.

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“Yes Rocar Al’Shein Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah”, she wore a wry grin. Rocar looked at her as if she were a puzzle he was unable to quite figure out, but he was not going to give looking for a solution. Her heart was alive and she felt alive again, Alallein was well if not a bit bruised up. There was still the pain of the loss of one of her brothers, Cyclops, and the anger that welled up when she thought of the gleeman. She followed Rocar inside as the two looked for a place to wash up. They found a wash room she looked at Rocar, “You know that men and women in Shienar bathe together, to conserve the water supply.” She busted out laughing as Rocar started backing away from her all the while turning three shades of red. “Do not worry Rocar, I do not bite……..hard”, she laughed again as he glared at her.

After the two were washed up, Seperately, They found a-joining rooms in the palace. She could still here the celebration going on outside as she readied herself for sleep. She thought of her mare, Al’drab, her mount had all of her possessions. She would have to find some coin to purchase a new mount and clothes. Plus her knives, a gift from her uncle Brine, were gone they were stuck in trolloc carcasses. Maybe tomorrow with guards she could go back to the battleground where she had almost died and try to recover her lost items. She reached into her pocket and fond three silver pennies, “Bloody great, I lose Cyclops, the gleeman, and now all my stuff. Just flaming perfect.” She said mumbling, as she stood looking at the soldiers that were marching out of the gates to kill the rest of the shadowspawn in the valley. She looked over at the bed, her eyes sagged as she thought of sleep. What ever Rocar had done it was now drawing her to sleep. She felt where she had been struck by the trolloc, it was completely healed. For a man who said he can barely heal he did a magnificent job on her wounds, she smiled at the thought.

She sat down to rest as the knock came at the door, “The bloody Dark One had better be at the front gates or I will strangle who ever is at the other side of the door”, she mumbled to herself and went to the door and opened it…..

• troubled sleep by Rocar Sedai , Fri Apr 24 10:47