#Davian Raveneos

[andthenthenothingcame]

It is the warders who are the driving force behind their movement but they are on a knife's edge. As each returns from scouting they look more and more troubled.

They've yet to locate anyone - anyone at all.

Stern-faced Avraeh is the one they speak with most and even then the words are sparse, cut crisp and clean like spears. She hasn't let go of the child on her chest since they've arrived, lashing out at anyone who tries to share her burden.

On the third day Davian rushes back in excitement, babbling on about finding a village.

An abandoned village, it seems. Newly abandoned. Cinda pokes her head in some of the doors, peers suspiciously into clean windows. It's like a dream. Abandoned, but it smelled so new. Like it was made just for them.

[andthenthenothingcame]

It's been a few days now. The Aes Sedai continue to grieve. They move like the dead, blankly staring ahead as they follow the group… North? South? No one is certain. They are but strangers in a strange land, rendered homeless at the closing of a door.

And the women who led them here are so very lost, the source gone to them.

At least the screaming has stopped.

The white sister - Elain, Cinda thinks, her name was Elain - is gone. She fled madly in the night, unable to cope. Had it not been for the warders they might not have moved at all - well, the warders and her. Even the Daughter Heir silently weeps.