Sarinte din Soran Storming Sky
| Sarinte din Soran Storming Sky | |
|---|---|
| Information | |
| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Atha'an Miere |
Sarinte din Soran Storming Sky is an Atha'an Miere Brown Oathsworn Aes Sedai of the Grey Tower.
Biography
A fierce wind whipped the woman's loose hair around her body, stinging as it lashed against her blue eyes and skin. Against the pain she stood solidly on the foredeck of the ship, and raised her hands in concentration. Maintaining several weaves at once was difficult, especially at the depth and size of the threads of Power she had used and it was fortunate that she only had two to control. Control indeed for she tired and now struggled to continue channelling, but even as sweat broke upon her skin it dried, the sharp wind evaporating the only visible sign of her exertion.
The first weave, the Windfinder pushed more Power into, thicker strands of Air creating a wind that filled billowing sails and propelled the ship forwards. It was fortunate that this particular weave required minimal concentration and only continued with the Power she fed into it, for had it required more of her attention, her grip of the weaves used to create lightning would have faltered, and left the raker without defence against the other ship which now harried it from behind.
Grasping the weaves more strongly, Sarinte din Soran slammed the balls of Earth, Air, and Water together, causing bolts of lightning designed to tear apart to streak towards the deck of the attacking Seanchan ship. She threw a fireball, almost purely made of Fire but for the core of Air, at the sails and then shielded herself, dropping her lightning weaves and forcing more Air into the spiral that pushed her ship forwards, as the damane replied in kind and rained fire upon her head.
Sparing a moment to lick her lips in fear, the dark skinned Atha'an Miere woman cast a harried look in the Sailmistress's direction and gestured fiercely, conveying her exhaustion. The Windfinder of the Stormracer knew that the damane on the following ship was exhausted as she, for her attacks had diminished in frequency and strength. It was both fortunate and telling that the attacking channeller was tiring, Sarinte could now see her greater strength in her endurance and stronger attacks, but she too tired.
The Sailmistress waved a hand back from her position on the lower deck and waved to the man who stood at the wheel. The ship banked and began to turn quite quickly, almost too quickly, and Sarinte lessened her weaves in concern. She needn't have worried though, as Urian knew what he was doing, and soon their ship was putting distance between the Seanchan ship, only just turning, and themselves.
A horror-filled scream, faint now with the increasing gap between the ships, rent the air followed by cry equally as tormented, and Sarinte winced. The damane on the chasing ship was Powerless, and if both damane and keeper were not half-dead, they were in pain. That took away from the threat the Seanchan ship posed, and she sank to her knees in exhaustion gratified that she had only to maintain the weave that created wind, and equally horrified in the knowledge that the marath'damane had pressed her charge past her ability. The damane had overdrawn and burnt herself out, possibly killing herself and her keeper in the process. Respite in a most shocking way.
Career History
- Novice
- Accepted
- Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah
- Mistress of Novices
