She could not help but grimace at Nyaine’s story. Hers was not as similar as the other girl assumed- she had been sent to the Tower to see to her strange dreams, not to become Aes Sedai. There had been no chance for her to speak to her father about that possibility, and for all her efforts, Haxia had not been able to engineer one. Her father sent her brother to deal with her when she had run from the Tower, rather than coming himself. Surely he does not wish me to become Aes Sedai. Why in the Light would he?
“My family is of some consequence in Murandy.” Haxia responded, her words slow and distracted. Father could not mean her to become Aes Sedai, not when she had been so close to marrying Rhys. Had she not proven that she could be a strong political ally, that she was all a do’Catalan a’Corale should be? “Before I was sent to the Tower,” for there was no other word for it than sent, “I was to marry the nephew of the King.” It would have been a strong political connection, even if the King of Murandy was little more than the king of Lugard. Why had her father not wanted the match? It still made no sense to Haxia, and even her brother hadn’t had an idea.
It occurred to her then that her statements were little more than bragging, especially in comparison to Nyaine’s description of her own family’s standing. “I am sorry I spoke so.” She told the other girl, regretful and ashamed. “I miss home very much, and I find the advantages of being Aes Sedai pale in comparison.” Haxia paused, giving the other girl a rueful smile, attempting to salvage the conversation, and perhaps even Nyaine’s opinion of her. “Especially since I must be a novice and Accepted before being given those advantages.”
“My family is of some consequence in Murandy.” Haxia responded, her words slow and distracted. Father could not mean her to become Aes Sedai, not when she had been so close to marrying Rhys. Had she not proven that she could be a strong political ally, that she was all a do’Catalan a’Corale should be? “Before I was sent to the Tower,” for there was no other word for it than sent, “I was to marry the nephew of the King.” It would have been a strong political connection, even if the King of Murandy was little more than the king of Lugard. Why had her father not wanted the match? It still made no sense to Haxia, and even her brother hadn’t had an idea.
It occurred to her then that her statements were little more than bragging, especially in comparison to Nyaine’s description of her own family’s standing. “I am sorry I spoke so.” She told the other girl, regretful and ashamed. “I miss home very much, and I find the advantages of being Aes Sedai pale in comparison.” Haxia paused, giving the other girl a rueful smile, attempting to salvage the conversation, and perhaps even Nyaine’s opinion of her. “Especially since I must be a novice and Accepted before being given those advantages.”