Fanfic:Dreamscape
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Saraid smiled sleepily at her reflection in the mirror as she stripped down to her shift. The Green Aes Sedai was ready to curl up in her bed and sleep for a few days, but she could not. She knew she had to travel the Tel'aran'rhiod to meet her informant. A mere thought and she had embraced saidar, applying weaves to warm her bed a little; the days were chilly and the nights icy cold now. She shivered and then spoke to her four cats, "you can sleep in my bed." Then she continued sternly, "but no waking me!" Thursday yowled, and then blinked innocently at her and she threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. "The trouble with arguing with a cat is that cats don't hesitate to say anything about you, no matter how crazy it is. You can't win an argument that way," she grumped as she turned back the quilts of her bed and climbed in. The soft fabric of her bedclothes was warm against her bare arms and legs, and she found herself slipping easily into sleep.
Saraid blinked and cleared her eyes. Tel'aran'rhiod was, as usual, quite empty though she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched. She turned, and then she dreamed that her clothing was a cadin'sor - for movement, if not comfort. She did feel safer dressed in it though.
In her bed, she sighed peacefully and rolled over, unaware that she sent cats scattering from her bed for safety as she pulled the blankets around her.
She let her need take control, and the dreamscape shifted around her with a flash of the blue-white light of the ethers. She stopped, and looked around. Her need had brought her to the mirror-city of Caemlyn, in the Unseen World's Andor. Disturbingly, the flag of Andor flapped from the tower though there was no wind. "I didn't know if you'd come," a voice told her from behind. She turned, smiling. There, nonchalantly leaning on a door frame of a building, was her trusted, but cheeky, source of information. "Still," he held up a scroll of paper. "I have the map of the city where the angreals that I told you about were discovered." He grinned and passed the scroll to her. "No one's touched them though, and they are guarded night and day by two of my best men," he added.
Saraid unrolled the scroll, nodding as she memorised the mapping of the city of Istryn in Tear. "I could be down there tomorrow with three trusted Aes Sedai and Asha'man to bring them back to the Tower for our keeping," she told him. Then she frowned as she noticed that her informant's image was vague. "What's wrong with you?" she asked him sharply.
"The ter'angreal you sent me is difficult to use, and it makes my self in Tel'aran'rhiod hazy . . . Besides, I've only had it for two days and not much time to practice with it," came the calm response. "I'm used to the other ter'angreal. It was easier."
"I did notice you didn't have much control over your clothing this time. It keeps switching between your old guard's uniform, thief's robes, and soldier's wear. Perhaps it is this particular ter'angreal," Saraid said. "Thank you for this information." The man nodded, then his eyes widened as he flickered. He was waking, or being woken, if Saraid read his startled face correctly. He flickered out of his presence in Tel'aran'rhiod and Saraid was left alone. She sighed and watched as the map she held in her hand winked out of existence, before she woke up.
Saraid opened her eyes slowly and flung an arm across her eyes to dim the pale, early morning light that filtered into her bedchamber through the northern-facing window. She was tired - a night in the World of Dreams drained one - but the meeting had been worth it. Her Eyes and Ears had discovered another cache of angreal for the Tower.
