[ how long has it been since they left four kings?
so long. not long enough. he's losing track of time, and it's a wonder he hasn't lost it altogether, much as there is to keep track of. they've stumbled their way through this wooded thicket for what feels like ages, but would it seem so to a fade or a fist of trollocs? rand doesn't know. he's afraid to find out. there seem to be darkfriends everywhere they turn, and shadowspawn not far behind. and their dreams...
the rain is still sheeting down, icy drops that plaster clothes to limbs and hair to faces for all their best efforts to keep themselves protected. he's still leading mat by the hand, keeps his grip as tight as possible between rain and darkness and mat's difficulty keeping his balance. not that rand is doing much better, truth be told. his eyes hadn't been seared by the lightning, but his head pounds and his legs feel so heavy that he trudges more than walks. he's only tired, and no wonder; but they can't afford it. if he doesn't keep them moving, keep them safe, then who will?
but it's not much longer before he has to admit to himself that they'd best try to get some rest. even if it's only for an hour, little as they can afford it. ]
Maybe we can sit here for a moment, [ he concedes finally, turning to mat. he shivers, but tries to suppress it best he can. ] How are your eyes?
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so long. not long enough. he's losing track of time, and it's a wonder he hasn't lost it altogether, much as there is to keep track of. they've stumbled their way through this wooded thicket for what feels like ages, but would it seem so to a fade or a fist of trollocs? rand doesn't know. he's afraid to find out. there seem to be darkfriends everywhere they turn, and shadowspawn not far behind. and their dreams...
the rain is still sheeting down, icy drops that plaster clothes to limbs and hair to faces for all their best efforts to keep themselves protected. he's still leading mat by the hand, keeps his grip as tight as possible between rain and darkness and mat's difficulty keeping his balance. not that rand is doing much better, truth be told. his eyes hadn't been seared by the lightning, but his head pounds and his legs feel so heavy that he trudges more than walks. he's only tired, and no wonder; but they can't afford it. if he doesn't keep them moving, keep them safe, then who will?
but it's not much longer before he has to admit to himself that they'd best try to get some rest. even if it's only for an hour, little as they can afford it. ]
Maybe we can sit here for a moment, [ he concedes finally, turning to mat. he shivers, but tries to suppress it best he can. ] How are your eyes?