Jezz Sedai
About Valaur
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Jezz Sedai About Valaur |
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The Oath "Mi sora far ninten, mi mordero far ninten," he begins, the tone encompassing everything of
Valaur's soul, the words edged with truth and conviction so strong that the One Power could not crush it. "Ninte
aetha, ninte mandarb, ninte allien, misain ye," the strength of those words settle throughout his core and seem to
blossom as they reverberate with a life of their own. A smile begins to touch Jezz's lips as he speaks, her thumb lightly caressing his temple, the simple act of touch to make
it seem all the more real to her. She remains silent, not wanting to break this moment as he gives his oath in the Old Tongue.
The words themselves translating within her own mind, but not lacking in strength. Valaur's intakes a deep breath, as though he were reciting an enscription that had been waiting to be unearthed and revealed
to one worthy,"Cuebiyar ti cuebiyer, souvra ti souvra, shar ti shar...." those bronzed orbs holding
a humble dominance, as though he were bending his will in order for a larger gain to both,"Ti ninte concien,
lyet ye. Baigan ti ninte aven, ti shain do ninte ji." Those eyes then veil for the extent of a breath, once more revealing
themselves up into Jezz's face, though they do not truely meet her gaze, as if he were already displaying that diffident stance
as her bonded warder and signifying his readiness for her next actions. Jezz waits until he's said his last, the Old Tongue echoing within her own mind. After a pause, she channels a thread of
Spirit and seperates it into several flows. Shaping them into a spherical net, she meshes them together, strengthening
the weave. Perhaps symbolic of the strengthening of the bond between Aes Sedai and Warder as the years pass. As the flows
strengthen, they in turn collapse, between her hands, into a single point within Valaur's mind. Then just as suddenly, it
blossoms out larger then the original sphere like a plume before disipating. "It is done." - Bonded May 1, 2001 |
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