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Selene set down her knife and cloak then went to check on the injured. First she went to check on Gwynne, she was missing. This did very little to improve upon her mood. Cursing under her breath she moved to the tent containing Denath, he was still there. Good. His mare was lying outside of the tent with a blanket on her to keep her warm; the wounds had salves on them to draw out the poison and were wrapped up. The mare was still there, even better. She might not scream before the day was out. Moving on down the line she came to Darz's tent, it was empty. Clinking her tongue she wondered how long it would be until she did scream.

Off a bit in the distance she could feel saidar being used; crossing her arms she followed it until she could clearly see Darz and Gwynne on the hill. Gwynne was channeling, Selene could see the glow of saidar around her, and this snapped her last nerve. Firmly planting her hands on her hips, her ring once again decorated her thumb finally, much to her delight; she stood waiting for Gwynne as the girl came towards her. Normally, she could keep her Domani temper in check, but right now was a different story. A very different story.

Selene looked outraged, first by her words and then by the fireball. She had, had it. Walking up to Gwynne she latched on to both of her arms and stood her up. Her now blue eyes looked made of nothing but ice, looking Gwynne in the face she asked simply, "What lies have you been spreading against the White Tower? You think we are all like the Red Ajah. You're wrong." The comment that she didn't follow the Dragon Reborn and was against him offended Selene on a personal level; she kept her voice steady though.

"You clearly know nothing of Aes Sedai and I am unwilling to teach someone who holds so much misconceived prejudice against me without learning who I am. If you didn't like me for being either half Domani or Taraboner, I might could understand it. Family reunions usually ended violently." Selene spoke of the grudge between Tarabon and Arad Doman, she often found it amusing that her parents had fallen in love. Pushing the thought away she continued,

"I don't think I'd mind to horridly much if your hatred was because of my Warder, many people are afraid of Wolfkin, I've grown accustomed to it. You could hate me for the sheer fact that I'm an Illuminator." She had a hidden skill, but didn't everyone? "But do not hate me because of the things you have heard about the Red Ajah. I am a member of the Green Ajah; we support the Lord Dragon and are prepared to ride behind his banner into Tarmon Gai'don. So next time you insist upon insinuating we work against him, don't."

With that she let of Gwynne's arms and walked away, she'd ask Nikoru to serve the punishment and also explain that is refusing to teach her. Selene had tried to be nice, she had tried patience, Gwynne pushed her to far and she was not bending over backwards for her. Gwynne was the one who wanted to be taught, Selene wanted nothing in return so if Gwynne wanted to be taught by her she'd have to earn it now.

By the time Nikoru has finished barating Selene and Gwynne, Darz finally manages to force himself up and walk to them. There's still a stagger to his step, obviously still worn from forcing so much pain upon himself in the previous battle. The word "penance" catches his ear. He tilts his head in a bit of wonderment. Darz shakes his head with a slow blinking of his eyes.

Aes Sedai. I wish to introduce myself. I am Bahawmaun A'zum Majatier, but you may call me Darz. I thank you for your aid in bringing an end to the Dreadlord Immorys Bavul Varlon.

Darz has little to no idea what, exactly, the White Tower is, nor would he recognize the Black Tower. The Ajah are a foreign concept to him, and it may have been best that he not hear the word. It might reveal to Selene and Nikoru something Gwynne is afraid of Darz to reveal. Even if they are trustworthy (which Darz believes them to be), they are still of the White Tower that brings distraught to Gwynne's mind.

I ask that you forgive Lady Gwynne. I believe...the illusion of my sister was something she could not handle.

Though Gwynne hadn't said a thing concerning the illusion of Ar'lania, her behavior and demeanor were enough to deduce that much. Darz sighs, again, as he looks to the Aes Sedai of Gwynne's age...and thinks of the Aes Sedai of his. They are...so different, and he can't help but feel the unease that comes with loss.

EDIT: ((You and I must have posted like at the exact same time..))

Looking at Gwynne, she shook her head.

"I will not set a penalty or penance for every little bit of disobedience you display. This is not the White Tower, and you are not a Novice."

When Gwynne started speaking in the Old Tongue, she glanced sharply at her, brows furrowing.

"I will however, have questions for both you and Darz..."

Nikoru looked askance at Darz as he approached. Her golden eyes flashed briefly as he told her to forgive Gwynne. It was a bit presumptuous of this man to ask that. However, he had been the one who was able to help them vanquish the darkfriend, a Dreadlord he had called him. She was a bit suspicious about how exactly he knew this person they had fought. Turning so that she faced him, she narrowed her eyes in slight annoyance.

"She does not need forgiveness. There is nothing to forgive. I told her what I needed to say. She just needs to learn to obey those who are trying to teach her. And now she is lowering her chances of being taught by alienating those who wish to help. Do you, a channeler of Saidin, think you can teach her? If you can, do it, otherwise.."

Grimacing slightly, she calmed down, giving Darz an apologetic look.

"Forgive my outburst, Darz. It was...uncalled for. There is just too much going on right now. Too many difficulties. I may be Aes Sedai, but I am not too proud to admit I can't handle this much stress all at once."

Grumbling, she turned to go.

Nikoru waved her hand in dismissal. She was too tired, too annoyed, too everything to deal with anything now.

"For now, I am not going to worry about Gwynne's abilities, block, or anything else. I am tired. I am going to rest. Aes Sedai cannot heal themselves, and cannot give themselves energy. I assume you know this."

She gave him a questioning look. This man intrigued her much like Markus had when she first met him. A real mystery. And Gwynne was turning into the same thing. Nikoru smirked slightly as she thought about how she had chosen Green instead of Brown. She noticed a look of confusion on Darz' face when Ajah was mentioned. Blinking, she quirked a brow at him.

"You and Gwynne are both mysteries to me, ones I would dearly like to know more about. But Gwynne wouldn't like me poking around in her brain, and I'm not a Brown."

Ajah? Brown? These words hold no meaning to Darz in their context, at the very least. The word "block" also finds a strangeness upon his ears. As Nikoru walks away, Darz is less concerened for her. She recognizes her stress as something to work out of her system, and she's doing her utmost to do so. Gwynne, on the otherhand, is much different. Darz takes a step towards her, knowing her pain more than she knows.

~I endure. I fight what I must and surrender to the rest. That is something I had to learn when linked with my sister. I...cannot imagine my life without her, but the Wheel keeps turning. I...only lost her a week or so ago...~

Darz only manages to make it a few steps before falling to the ground. His knees have given out on him, and his legs feel like jelly. He's still a bit numb, but he knows much of his strength has returned. Perhaps Darz has attempted too much too soon. He looks down as he thinks about Ar'lania -- her death so very fresh in his mind.

~What am I to do, sister?~

~You know... Since we were linked, you've been able to speak, flawlessly, in my tongue.~

It isn't until then that it strikes him. Darz, now, realizes why he is able to speak so well with Gwynne in a language that is private between them. Though he doesn't know what feelings Gwynne has for him, he shares in them. He harbors no romantic feelings for her. However, that's the farthest thing from his mind -- as it would be for any other female he holds no "desire" for in that fashion. Darz manages a kind smile as he looks up to her.

~It seems the Circle taught you something, quite interesting.~ I am fine... I must admit, though...I do feel weak...

The lasts statement made by Darz is directed towards Nikoru. It should be apparent to any that Darz is able to, perfectly, distinguish between the two languages he speaks. Old Tongue and Common are, completely, seperate to him, now. Darz would like some rest, though. He hadn't realized how badly he needed it whilst he was out on the hill...projecting an illusion of his sister in comfort.