The Aes Sedai had not been seen for almost three weeks.
There was a reason to it all as she had let her hair down, completely, and changed her name to the one used when others were not to know what or precisely who she was.
Plainer, more common dresses had been worn and she did her travelling on a horse that was not hers at all. Nothing she took with her was anything to give cause for another to claim they knew who or what she was. Even her shawl, ring, and other jewelry, even any weapons she carried had been left behind.
In the guise of being a blacksmith's daughter, she traveled the outer reaches of RhyDin's known, main land mass. Each of the villages and towns, even groups of houses or tents, were visited with the story of searching for a sister or a brother.
As she did, she was searching a particular man with the strength and endurance to be her next Warder. It was both a hope and a hardship - to her and perhaps the latter would be a hardship for both. Such a bond was both good and bad.
As she did, she was searching for those women or girls who might have the spark of the One Power within her - to save her and to help her. But so far within RhyDin, another Aes Sedai as herself had not been found. Though she had met at least two males that could manage to touch the source without madness and a third who knew madness too well.
Those weeks were not fruitful and she returned to her current home at the North-east of RhyDin, at Bulwark's Cove empty-handed.
Valucia was weary when she returned. Without a Warder near, her strengths were not the same, nor was the healing one might need in certain situations. Both plagued her for reasons she did not so readily wear upon her proverbial dress sleeve.
The inn would be returned to and even some of the other places within RhyDin Proper would see her in attendance soon as herself and not when she had spent the passed near-month as.
Perhaps one who bore blade, strength and honor and possible sisters might find their way to her. The Wheel had its frustrating way about it that put her teeth on edge.
There was a reason to it all as she had let her hair down, completely, and changed her name to the one used when others were not to know what or precisely who she was.
Plainer, more common dresses had been worn and she did her travelling on a horse that was not hers at all. Nothing she took with her was anything to give cause for another to claim they knew who or what she was. Even her shawl, ring, and other jewelry, even any weapons she carried had been left behind.
In the guise of being a blacksmith's daughter, she traveled the outer reaches of RhyDin's known, main land mass. Each of the villages and towns, even groups of houses or tents, were visited with the story of searching for a sister or a brother.
As she did, she was searching a particular man with the strength and endurance to be her next Warder. It was both a hope and a hardship - to her and perhaps the latter would be a hardship for both. Such a bond was both good and bad.
As she did, she was searching for those women or girls who might have the spark of the One Power within her - to save her and to help her. But so far within RhyDin, another Aes Sedai as herself had not been found. Though she had met at least two males that could manage to touch the source without madness and a third who knew madness too well.
Those weeks were not fruitful and she returned to her current home at the North-east of RhyDin, at Bulwark's Cove empty-handed.
Valucia was weary when she returned. Without a Warder near, her strengths were not the same, nor was the healing one might need in certain situations. Both plagued her for reasons she did not so readily wear upon her proverbial dress sleeve.
The inn would be returned to and even some of the other places within RhyDin Proper would see her in attendance soon as herself and not when she had spent the passed near-month as.
Perhaps one who bore blade, strength and honor and possible sisters might find their way to her. The Wheel had its frustrating way about it that put her teeth on edge.