![]() Do you remember that first day of spring, a few years ago?” Mat says nothing, only looks at him. Suddenly Rand wants nothing more than to see him smile. He looks like the very image of Death itself. His eyes flutter open, dull and dark, and he shifts against Rand, peering bearily at the half-moon above. Rand can feel the outline of it pressed between him and Mat even cushioned by layers of cloth, he thinks he can feel its sharpness.īy his side, Mat stirs. Come to think of it, he hasn’t seen Mat smile in days, maybe weeks-not since Shadar Logoth. He shakes his head, banishing the thought. The memory brings a smile, before Rand remembers the Fade that was searching for them in the last village. Mat’s face is pale, a ghastly imitation of the Fades he used to draw on bits of scratch paper and hold against his face, lurking behind trees to leap out and scare passersby. Rand abandons the flame and void, and looks instead to his oldest friend. It’s hard to concentrate, though, with Mat shivering so violently against him. Eyes closed, Rand tries to summon the void, tries to seek warmth in the dull light of the flame. ![]() The air is no warmer for the lack of rain, and Rand’s cloak is still wet from yesterday, and whatever heat he does have is rapidly being lost to Mat, who sits pressed flush against his side and feels colder than the snow that still lines the streets. Rand should thank the Light for small mercies, but it’s hard to feel thankful when he’s sitting curled under a hedge, sticks and stones digging painfully into his legs and back. Rand is beginning to lose hope, but he thinks, if he can just get Mat to smile, just once… maybe that would be enough.įeat: Bel Tine, Childhood Memories, Dancing, Feelings Realization, Fluff Summary: The journey to Caemlyn has been a waking nightmare, and there’s still so far to go. ![]()
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