Andor
Dianlinn listened carefully as the Asha'man Barad al'Sheara spoke of Malkier and what had happened to it. She knew the story, of course, the Aiel spoke of it. And it seemed the Aiel had most of the facts right, as it went, and she nodded her head, not making notes on the subject, as she knew the facts as it was. But to hear the man before them telling it, she could almost imagine what had happened, seeing it in her mind. They were the best kind of stories, of course. Whenever she had gotten her hands on a story book, she always hoped they would contain a battle, and maybe a girl coming along to save the day. But alas, there was no one who could save Maklier, and only a couple of the Guards survived to deliver the babe safely into the hands of someone to protect him. It was a sad story indeed, one to make even the Aiel weep, though she would not let her water flow here and now, before these people who would not understand.
As the subject changed to Andor, the land where they were now, she listened intently. She did not know much about this land, except that it usually had a female ruler. And that was one of the facts that the Asha'man spoke of. She did take some notes then, looking at the map of the capital city and frowning slightly. It looked so enclosed. So many walls. Good for defending, but to live there, surely not. She did not asked a question, or voice her opinion this time, just listened instead. There were plenty of people who would want to talk, who liked the sound of their own voices, and she would listen to what they said and the answers they received. It seemed like Andor was one of the richest of the lands, and she listened intently as it was spoken of only a woman could rule the Lion Throne and wear the Rose Crown. Dianlinn wondered if the items were ter'angriel in some way, and they would only accept a woman, or if it was tradition. She could respect tradition, after all it was what the Aiel were raised on.
Dianlinn listened carefully as the Asha'man Barad al'Sheara spoke of Malkier and what had happened to it. She knew the story, of course, the Aiel spoke of it. And it seemed the Aiel had most of the facts right, as it went, and she nodded her head, not making notes on the subject, as she knew the facts as it was. But to hear the man before them telling it, she could almost imagine what had happened, seeing it in her mind. They were the best kind of stories, of course. Whenever she had gotten her hands on a story book, she always hoped they would contain a battle, and maybe a girl coming along to save the day. But alas, there was no one who could save Maklier, and only a couple of the Guards survived to deliver the babe safely into the hands of someone to protect him. It was a sad story indeed, one to make even the Aiel weep, though she would not let her water flow here and now, before these people who would not understand.
As the subject changed to Andor, the land where they were now, she listened intently. She did not know much about this land, except that it usually had a female ruler. And that was one of the facts that the Asha'man spoke of. She did take some notes then, looking at the map of the capital city and frowning slightly. It looked so enclosed. So many walls. Good for defending, but to live there, surely not. She did not asked a question, or voice her opinion this time, just listened instead. There were plenty of people who would want to talk, who liked the sound of their own voices, and she would listen to what they said and the answers they received. It seemed like Andor was one of the richest of the lands, and she listened intently as it was spoken of only a woman could rule the Lion Throne and wear the Rose Crown. Dianlinn wondered if the items were ter'angriel in some way, and they would only accept a woman, or if it was tradition. She could respect tradition, after all it was what the Aiel were raised on.
