[subtitle]Miahala Darrow[/subtitle]OOC: This is, obviously, set before "A Mother's Endurance."
Every mother knew that their children would eventually grow up and make their own choices, and nothing was truer than when that child was an Aes Sedai and over a century old. Mothers also knew, of course, that even more than a century would not make them stop being concerned for their children.
And when that mother had watched three children pass, she tended to be particularly protective of those left behind.
This was what brought Miahala Sedai, the Captain-General, to the Warder Yards that day. Despite being rather heavily pregnant, she still moved with grace and authority. None missed seeing her past, and none dared stand in her way. She simply moved through, seeking out the source of the news that had so recently reached her ears.
Once she did, she zeroed in like a hawk swooping down upon a small creature in the field. When she saw that he was not actively occupied, she walked up to him.
"Alrim Gaidin," she greeted with a faint smile upon her smooth features, an intense look in her blue-green eyes. "Do you have a moment with which to speak with me?" The words were all formed as a question, although the tone made it clear that a denial would require a rather strong excuse.