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Nikoru stil felt uncomfortable, even after Jazral spoke with her. Something just wasn't right, and she meant to ferret it out. In the meantime, the sound of Selene getting irritated was enough to rouse her from her wandering mind, and she walked closer to her Sister and Darz. Hearing the tail-end of the conversation, Nikoru quirked a brow and crossed her arms over her chest, giving Selene a no-nonsense look.

"Really, Sister. You should learn to control your temper, just as I should. Whatever the Wilder said shouldn't bother you. She -is- young, after all. Youth breeds inpatience."

Glancing at Darz, she sighed.

"Always, you seem to be at the center of whatever causes Gwynne's ire. Whatever it is, it really brings out the protectiveness in her."

Casting a glance to the distance, she frowned. The wolves were closer. Very close. Whispering softly, as she knew she would be unable to convince them anyway, she pleaded with them.

"Please stay away, brothers and sisters. Death is this way."

She continued to stare intently in that direction, as if the sheer force of her will could overcome the pack's will. A few agonizing minutes later, the soft, nearly indiscernable sound of a wolf's howl in the distance could be heard. It seemed to give her physical pain. Blinking once, she tore her eyes away, refusing to acknowledge they were nearing.

No matter how chivalrous, there is only an extent to which a man can resist looking over the figure of a woman dressed such as either Selene or Gwynne. Darz makes no obvious glarings at either, but he sure as the sun rises has given both a once over. Being as he is, however, he also makes no remarks of his disatisfaction in how they dress. It is not becoming of an Aes Sedai. He listens, carefully, to Selene's words. His answer, in the back of his mind from observations, is that Gwynne would be a Brown before she even says anything of it. However, the ensuing arguement brings Darz to utter silence. Were the politics so disagreable that allies were brought so near fisticuffs? They are, indeed, different, but the worst Darz had heard was a strong misunderstanding the Red have for saidin. They abuse saidar and their name, but, the truth is, he knows little more than Selene told him.

To Darz, Gwynne is throwing but a tantrum. She has a right to be mad with him as she believes he has broken his word. How was he to know? Such innocent questions, however, have driven a wedge in any hopes of having this one ally, possibly a friend in this Age so long from his. Once more, Darz's weave is shattered by a break in concentration. This instance is only enhanced by the anger and resentment in Gwynne's words and actions. He is about to speak when Nikoru chimes in. The use of the word "child" does surprise him a bit. Longevity in the Age of Legends would have given him cause and reason to believe Gwynne is older than she appears, but, now, any estimation he may have had has been shattered. Heaving a sigh of regret and looking down, Darz does his best to answer...not even realizing Selene has left.

I'm afraid she is Brown, in more ways than not. I...made a promise to her, and she believes I have broken my word or am on the verge of doing so. *chuckle* She trusts you only as much as she trusts her friend, Nanako.

Darz's words are cryptic in nature. He believes Gwynne to be Brown by her pursuit of knowledge and desire to horde it. What surprises him is something Selene said. Even by this point, he hasn't noticed her absence. When he looks up, his eyes are closed in careful thought. Did she say she couldn't lie? When he opens his eyes, finally, he takes note that she is gone.

Hmm? It seems we all have anger we must get off our chests. Sometimes, even the seemingly most mature must throw a tantrum...

Darz sighs as he smiles towards Nikoru. As non-chalantly as ever, he reverses a weave of an Illusion of a morning rose in greeting of this maiden. He is polite and chivalrous to a fault. With a tilt of his head, he gives Nikoru a proper Aes Sedai greeting in the Old Tongue.

Frowning after Selene, Nikoru shook her head as she snapped back to the here and now, ignoring the call of the wolves for the moment.

"The longer we fight the Dark One..the longer we wait for Tarmon Gaiden..the longer our frustrations build, and we begin to tear at one another's throats like a predator at it's prey. It's disturbing how we treat one another sometimes."

Scratching her neck absently, she looked at Darz. He seemed lost in his own thoughts for a while, and she respected that, simply standing there, watching him like a bird drying to figure out how to break the shell of a nut. When he speaks about mature ones throwing tantrums, she pondered Selene's reaction and let a slight grin tug at her lips.

"Well, Selene and myself are of the Battle Ajah. We frequently have short tempers."

The Illusion she saw made her grin again, and she realized she couldn't really truly mistrust this man, who seemed so lost amongst them. He was hiding something, that she could sense. But it didn't seem something that would harm them. When he spoke in the Old Tongue, her eyes grew sharp, intense.

"I will someday figure out why you speak in the Old Tongue so fluently. The Wheel has woven some strange happenings into our midst...and I will find out what they are."

The last was said with a slight narrowing of the eyes, the grin never leaving her face, although it became a bit more feral. She was feeling the need to hunt. She looked more predator than Aes Sedai for several moments before she regained control of her humanity once more.

Hold off the hunt, brothers and sisters. There is yet time. Go to safety, you foolish pack of woolheaded idiots!

All her thoughts were met with was confusion, and she sighed. Burn those wolves, but she hated not being able to use normal communication with them.

Turn back, bloody turn back! Away!

She sent a feeling of an alpha wolf nudging them back toward safety with her thoughts, and felt a slight hesitation on their part. The Shadow was this way, they needed to kill it. It killed one of their own. Strange She who did not understand this.

Sighing, Nanako knew she'd be met with such a reaction, yet it did not help to ease the pain of being spurned by one she hoped to get closer to. "Gwynne, you fight too hard. Sometimes, yeilding is the way to power, knowledge, and to what you seek. You can surrender without giving up."

She knew her words would only anger Gwynne, and so she turned to leave after speaking her mind. She didn't want to fight with her friend, or anyone for that matter. She had more then enough of such things in her life thus far to satiate any need for it.

Besides, Darz and Denathe still needed to be checked on. Better to go where she was wanted then loathed.

As Selene stormed off towars her tent, Jazral made motion to follow, but stoped himself, insted sending a feeling of careing along the bond as she entered the tent

"Nikoru, The wolves will come regardless of your warnings. Espesialy with two wolfkin in the area. Its not often there are more then one of us in any area" Nikorus face and actions led him to think she was clearly still bothered by the fact wolves were on the way. "But I Think you're right...something does feel....off. Prehaps we should brake camp and head for..tear?" Jazral hesitated abit as he said tear. In all truth he would rather be here in the wilderness. It had always been more of a home to him then Tear. Jazral excused him selfand bowed as Selene came out of her tent a few minutes later

Comeing up behind her. He put his arm around her and held her. He simply asked "Are you ok?"

Jazral noded "We all have battles in which we must fight to win. Anger is deffinatly one of them. You know I know this as well as most. Try not to let Gwynnes childish words get to you. She's little more then a girl' Jazral looked around the camp and realised his younge protage' was still in his tent. "If you will excuse me Selene, I Think I should go check on Denath. I will return shortly."

Jazral headed to Denaths tend and crouched inside. He gently nudged Denath awake "Rise and shine young friend. I trust you're feeling rested?
Nodding. Jazral left Denath to get dressed and he returned to standing next to Selene, his long white hair flowing slightly in the morning Breeze
"It seems none of us suffered any ill will from yesterdays....attack, thankfully"

Jazral nodded. "She does seem alittle arrogent. she might end up stilling herself first even befor the tower could do such an act"
"Light, I need a true battle to be happy some days, a battle of steal."
Jazral eyed Selene "hmMmm prehaps I have an idea...." Jazral Pondered for a moment "I doubt we'll be leaveing here for at least a few hours...how would you feel about seeing what our friend denath can do with a sword?"