The Grey Tower

"Tell me more about the history here." He schooled his face to calmness. He hadn't thought any of the rumors (as sparse as they were) could have been true. How casually he spoke of deadly attacks! Asan prepared himself to soak up information- surely he'd need to know all of these things if...

Asan was mostly asleep. It was a delicious feeling, on a day that wasn't absolutely suffocated with lessons and chores, the Tuatha'an was sprawled out under a shade tree- swimming in and out of consciousness, completely unaware of the time that passed by. It was a wave of calm amid a torrent of wor...

Asan watched her in silence, contemplating how he would respond to her statement. It never occurred to him that he had a tendency not to repeat the same music, but as she said it he cast his mind back- memories always had new songs in them. Emotions were a unique tapestry, some inspiring new songs,...

"Fear of love does not make you a coward, my father would say. Just a fool." He delighted in talking to the child- even in her curiosity around the harp. He held his hand out for her to return the instrument when she was done, but spoke casually as he did so. "If drawing is your music...

The morning found Asan well- he was still in the habit of waking before dawn, his penance had him scrubbing pots and preparing meals and yet even after that horrid time had passed, and bygones were bygones residual habits remained. Asan found himself in the kitchen, itching to help scrub. He found i...

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"Forgive me. You've got me at a disadvantage. Nine is a fine age." Asan's face softened a bit as he thought about Danai, his sister. She wasn't too much older when Trollocs took her beyond this world. He suppressed a frown and spoke: "I used to be one of the Traveling People until it...

Shuffling feet interrupted Asan's musings, and as he turned to see a child- -a child?! Yes, a child. He was visibly shaken: the Tower symbolized a fight that he'd never really set right in his mind. The idea of people wielding violence to their own end, hoping that their choices bode well for manki...

ASAN In the small moments between studies, chores, and reparations for his transgressions, Asan carved out an hour a day dedicated to music. Playing and singing mostly, Asan sung to his family, to his past, and to his hopes for a future. It kept the monster of homesickness at bay. It also let him t...

ASAN The afternoon was characteristic of fall in Hana Valon: a cool morning had given way to this beautifully temperate mid-day. The sun warmed, but did not threaten to overheat- even the plant-life put off the worries of impending winter. Hustle and bustle that was the Grey Tower seemed heightened...