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Aln tensed as Temeria reached for her sword. What did she need it for? Had something happened? Her eyes darted around the room, but she could find no source of trouble. When she looked back at her sister, the woman's eyes were instead fixed on Aln's Lightweaving. Her face was completely transformed. It was an excited expression, tinged with awe, and accented by a wide smile. Her eyes were suddenly those of Aln's sister. Aln couldn't help but smile too. She inhaled more Stormlight and, after a moment's thought, crafted it into a glowing image of the Rosharan globe, hanging between them. It took more effort than usual, and she could feel the Stormlight escaping at a greater rate. She had spent a weekend a few months ago teaching herself to create these three-dimensional maps in painstaking detail, and now found the process soothing. It took her a few minutes, longer than usual- she tried to suppress her anxiety about this fact. When she was done, she noticed several people staring, and she suddenly realized how conspicuous they were. She tried to lower her voice a bit, and said "This is the surge of Illumination, also known as Lightweaving. I use it to create illusions like this one, and I'm told it can also replicate sounds." She examined her sister's face carefully, trying to read her reaction. Was she disappointed? Impressed? Delighted?
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Aln watched the man's reaction to Temeria. Interesting, that. He lived in a place where the vast majority of women openly displayed their left hands, and yet he retained his extreme aversion. Was he new, or simply deeply ingrained in his ways? She picked up the men's menu, noting the pictures and glyphs that accompanied each item. After making her selection, she carefully placed the booklet back in the center of the table and looked around. It was the hour when most Alleycity residents would be eating dinner, and the room was quite full. Floating letters and words crowded her vision, nonsensical when taken out of context. She banished the sight to her peripheries, focusing instead on the woman sitting across from her. Temeria had removed her sword, but kept it carefully within reach. It was a practiced move, one that she clearly didn't think much of, but Aln's eyes were drawn to the weapon. She didn't know why the fact of her sister being a soldier bothered her so much. She had seen plenty of fighting, and she knew that it was often a necessity. Trent had been a soldier, too, if only for a little while. Still, the image of the ten-year-old that Temeria had been remained with her. She had been so full of wonder, then, and so endearingly sincere. In her place was left this nervous woman with grim eyes and a scarred face. At a loss for words, Aln remembered that Temeria had only recently come from Nalthis. Perhaps she would be interested in seeing how Lightweaving worked. And perhaps you can't resist showing off, interjected Dai. She ignored him. A deep breath brought light streaming from her pockets and into her person. She wouldn't be glowing enough to attract attention, unless someone was specifically watching them. Even so, she kept her creation simple. Though she couldn't see them, she knew that small, black letters had appeared, floating about her head. They were identical to those that Aln saw every day, and read, Hi, Temeria. Do you want to see some of the magic I can do?
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It's possible that Moash will die. I don't say this as wishful thinking, because I actually don't hate Moash, but more in view of the impact on Kaladin. It's already been brought up that Kaladin will probably have a death to motivate him, and I think Moash's could be a great one. Kaladin being Kaladin, he likely already feels that he let Moash down. The death would be a very interesting point in his arc, and feels like a very Sanderson thing to do. Perhaps Moash will even acheive some redemption first, just to make it hit that much harder. As for other people, I'm not sure. I don't think Adolin will die, but I think he'll have some serious character development. (At least, I hope so. He's currently one of my least favorite people to read, but I think that would change if there was a bit more to him.) I'm sure hundreds of unnamed extras will die, which I for one consider deeply tragic.
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That all sounds great! I've got a character in mind already... Do you know when we're going to start?
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Aln nodded. She knew the feeling. She had spent so much of her life running from home; it had taken her a while to acknowledge that she missed it. Maybe I'll go back, one of these days. Aln looked at her sister. Their differences were so obvious; it was difficult to see past them to the similarities. And yet, they were there. She recognized the look in Temeria's eyes, that combination of nervousness and wonder. Or perhaps she was just projecting. Regardless, they were united in the simple fact of being so far from their shared home. Maybe that was enough. "The first other world I ever visited was Scadrial. It was after the Lord Ruler - Era 2, some call it - and I remember being blown away by the differences in cuisine. It wasn't even that it was that much more flavorful, on average. There was just so much variety." What had made her share that? Did Temeria care about her opinions on food from a world she'd never visited? Conversation, Aln, reminded her spren, a touch of humor to the thought. Right. Conversation. She slowed as they reached the nearest Rosharan restaurant, and pulled open the door. She very rarely ate out, but she knew the customs well enough. "A table for two, please," she directed at the uniformed man at the door, despite clearly seeing for herself several empty seats. She couldn't help noting that the man was darkeyed, while the woman on the telephone in the back was lighteyed. They carry their traditions along with their recipes, she thought.
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Myriad's spanreed began blinking, ready to write the following message. Myriad, Do you have any information for me about the state of the caverns? I'm particularly interested in unusual investiture, as well as anything we might write in a newspaper article. Have you found the first expedition yet? Aln Sheneth @AonEne
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"We can eat Rosharan food," Aln replied. "Although-" she hesitated. "I've developed a taste for spicy food. Would you mind terribly if I ate a men's dish?" Glancing at Temeria's bare safehand, she didn't think it would be a problem. Still, her sister was so strange now. It's better to be safe than sorry, she thought, using an expression from Earth that she was rather fond of.
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Yes, this she could handle. Food, and then some time apart to process her own emotions. "Lunch works for me," she responded, then began walking again. "There are some restaurants ahead. What would you like to eat?" A fly buzzed by, and she flinched away, then tried to cover the motion by adjusting the strap of her satchel.
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I'm also doing NaNoWriMo this year, although I don't know how successful I'll be (busy schedule). My potential novel is titled "The Absolutely Ordinary Life of One Eva McBlair". It's a fantasy mystery type thing, with the main highlight being an extremely snarky narrator. Actually, I'm going into this rather unprepared; I barely have a plot . I may be frequently asking for ideas and feedback.
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"I don't know," said Aln. "They have eyes in many places. It's very possible that they've already heard. I think the safest option is to advertise it in the paper. I'm sure they'll see it." Aln looked up at the sky. A faint bit of red had begun to tinge the horizon, signifying the approach of twilight. Storms, I really hope Temeria doesn't get mixed up with the DA, she thought. I've been lucky enough to stay largely out of that mess until now. She remembered her sister's earlier question. "Don't you want to know if one of yours vanished, or decided to leave?" An image flashed into her mind of a cheerful young man who spoke through a spren. It had taken her months to figure out what had had to him, but she had tracked down the truth eventually. He had been spiked by Voidus for stepping into the wrong Alley. Aln let her gaze rest back on Temeria's face. She wanted to change the subject, to forestall further argument. "Are you hungry?" She asked, using the first diversion that came to mind.
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Aln unconsciously rubbed at her forehead. "It would not be incorrect to call me a Truthwatcher. I was merely being pedantic." She glanced around. "Look, Temeria, it's great that you want to tell the DA about Mac, but I really don't think it's a good idea. They're dangerous and incredibly powerful, and they don't take well to meddling."
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John: As you look out over the snowy landscape before you, you notice the wind beginning to pick up. Snow begins to fall from unseen clouds, whirling about. It appears to be the start of some sort of storm.
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"A hero? I wouldn't know. I imagine it's fulfilling." Aln felt a pang of guilt. Did her sister imagine her as some noble warrior of ages past, simply because she had bonded a spren? You've always thought that you should be doing more with your powers, she reminded herself. "You do good work," piped up her spren. She glanced at him absently. Do I? It doesn't seem to have much impact. He fell silent, clearly not in the mood for an argument, and she shook her head. "I call myself a Knight Radiant," she spoke aloud, "but that's not really accurate. That name belongs to the ancient orders. I'm just a Surgebinder."
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You manage to get far enough that you can no longer see the other tributes. You find so sign of water, however. All around you is sand. If you squint into the distance, though, the sand seems to change a bit. There's a faint shimmer on the horizon.
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@The Last Post
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You walk for some time, turning back around the corner. However, there's no sign of light ahead, even after you've walked for longer than you had begun with. The opening you fell through is no where to be found. From this distance, the arrow once more misses, although it takes a piece of her clothing with it.
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You move forward, rounding the bend, and barely catch yourself before you tumble down a steep incline. Your feet sent some rocks skittering across the floor, and you can hear the tapping for some time, until they finally settle, and the silence is once more complete.
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She moves as you release the string, and the arrow whistles over her head. @AonEne You can send useful tools; the specifics are up to you. As you sit, waiting, the cold begins to intensify. Your thin jumpsuit is hardly adequate protection, and the wind begins to pick up. Your fingers are soon numb where they clutch the rock. The heat is oppressive, and after a little while running becomes very difficult. By the time the people you left behind are but vague shapes on the horizon, you are panting from thirst and exhaustion.
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Aln smiled at the children, who had looked up, hesitating, at their approach. "Yes, it's always a nice surprise to see one; they're not very common here. I was rather confused about finding them at all, since you rarely see a Splinter of of it's Shardworlds." She looked thoughtfully at the spren. It was a flamespren, but there was no evidence of a fire nearby. A budding Radiant spren, then? That was even less common, particularly for those not native to Roshar, but it wasn't unheard of. It appears that one of those children will someday be a Dustbringer. Aln glanced over at Temeria. Should she tell her about her Truthwatcher status? She didn't want to complicate things further, but keeping her in the dark seemed worse. She sighed a bit. "We most often see spren like this when they're preparing to bond to a person and create a Knight Radiant." She gestured at the small, flickering form. "This one's a flamespren, so one of these kids will probably be a Dustbringer. Myself, I'm a Truthwatcher. I bonded Dai here." A small patch of what seemed to be reflected light crept from her pocket onto her arm, and Aln watched Temeria's reaction @Sorana @Voidus
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The metal box opens to reveal a strange, straw-like device and a set of goggles. In the small white bag you find several tubs of ointment, a few rolls of bandages, a vial of liquid marked "antidote" and a small knife. You pry the wooden crate open, and find that it is full of food. There are large pieces of dried meet, fruit, and bread, as well as a few water bottles. The knife penetrates the stomach, and @Blessing of Potency collapses to the ground, blood pouring out. She clearly won't last long.
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Aln grabbed Temeria's arm and tried to pull her back onto the sidewalk. "Careful," she said. "Cars move a lot faster than carriages." Storms, she thought, There's so much my sister doesn't know. Am I to explain it all?
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Your progress is slow, and you stumble several times over unseen rough terrain. You are now in near complete darkness, and the only sound to be heard is your own breathing and shuffling footsteps. You keep your hand on the wall, but suddenly it meets nothing but air. Either the tunnel widened or it branched off.
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Aln pulled her coat tighter around herself and glanced at her sister. She didn't seem particularly bothered by the cold, but then the Idrian climate was quite different from that of Roshar. Aln had read an interesting book on unusual weather patterns on Shardic worlds, recently. Would Temeria be interested in hearing about it? Aln looked at her again. Probably not. It felt odd, almost wrong, to be out walking without a definite purpose. She wasn't hurrying to a meeting or picking up a delivery, and the person beside her wasn't a coworker, but a family member. She felt, strangely, far more nervous now than during her interviews with Guild Leaders and business executives. Temeria had seemed to accept her company - at least, she was no longer glaring or actively trying to get away - but Aln had no idea how to begin a conversation. She didn't want to bring up the past, and she certainly didn't want to talk about her own feelings, but after that there's not much that the two of them had in common. Eventually she cleared her throat and gestured to a building ahead. "That's the ACE headquarters- they're an organization currently dedicated to exploring the caves beneath the city, which were recently discovered. I'm waiting on news from some people who are down there; from what they've already told me, it's fascinating." @Sorana
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