Maybe he was getting a grip on Aiel humor. “Neither of you would look well in a dress.” Surprisingly, the Maidens and Knife Hands laughed again, more loudly. Irritated, Rand looked over his shoulder again. “A young man chases shadows and runs from moonlight, and in the end he stabs himself in the foot with his own spear.” Some of the other Aiel chuckled, Maidens and Knife Hands alike. “A man must know when to retreat from a woman,” Bashere said to the air, “but a wise man knows that sometimes he must stand and face her.” Anyone who wants to put on a dress and discuss matchmaking can stay behind.”īashere motioned, and one of the younger Saldaeans loped ahead in that rolling stride of a man more used to a saddle. He raised his voice a fraction and hardened it considerably more. Maybe he was getting a grip on Aiel humor.Īlmost everyone stopped when he did, but Enaila and Jalani exchanged glances and kept on right past him toward the garden. Surprisingly, the Maidens and Knife Hands laughed again, more loudly.
Neither of you would look well in a dress. He is athletic and toned in build, more then his friend Matrim (thin/stork like) but less then his friend Perrin (very Buff). Rand has some Aiel blood in him that makes get tanned easy. Some of the other Aiel chuckled, Maidens and Knife Hands alike. Rand Al'Thor is around 6'4-6'6' in height with high cheekbones, sharp arched eyebrows, toned build, smooth skin, carved face, etc. A young man chases shadows and runs from moonlight, and in the end he stabs himself in the foot with his own spear. A man must know when to retreat from a woman, Bashere said to the air, but a wise man knows that sometimes he must stand and face her. Anyone who wants to put on a dress and discuss matchmaking can stay behind.īashere motioned, and one of the younger Saldaeans loped ahead in that rolling stride of a man more used to a saddle. It’s never been about me.”Īlmost everyone stopped when he did, but Enaila and Jalani exchanged glances and kept on right past him toward the garden. Here is your flaw, Shaitan, Lord of the Dark, Lord of Envy, Lord of Nothing, here is why you fail. It was about a woman who would not bend her back while she was beaten, and who shown with a light for all who watched, including Rand. It was about a hero who insisted with every breath that he was anything but a hero. It was about a woman who refused to believe that she could not help, could not heal those who had been harmed. It was about a man whose family was taken from him, but who stood tall in his sorrow and protected those he could. A woman who had given her live, then had it returned. A woman who had hunted the truth before others could. It was about a woman with a secret, a hope for the future.
A man who remembered stories and who took fool boys under his wing when the smarter move would have been to keep on walking. A man who found relevance in a world that others would have let pass them by. It was about a man that love repeatedly forsook. It was about a woman, torn and beaten down, cast from her throne and made a puppet.
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