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Elyiandrys strides along the corridor stiffly, fury raging in dark, slightly narrowed eyes. Her clothing seems just short of perfect, her usually immaculate dress slightly creased and her hair in a simplistic braid tied at her nape. She's flushed, her expression just short of a scowl, and she only seems to calm a little as she nears the doorway, pulling up short before it.
The drumming of Rand's fingers does not change in tempo at all as his gaze falls on the young woman standing in his doorway. He raises his left hand and gestures imperiously,'Come in, miss Ituralde.' His tone makes it sound much more an order than an invitation.
Elyiandrys swallows dryly and steps inside, just two steps - maybe just a little too close to the doorway, although she doesn't make a move to bolt quite yet. After only a second she bends, gripping her skirts and offering a deep curtsey, holding for a few seconds then rising once more.
Rand's fingers finally still on the desk. He gestures expansively around the room with his left hand and says,'I would offer you a chair, but as you can see there is only this one.' Allowing that hand to settle on top of his right, he fixes her with a hard, grey-eyed gaze and adds,'I would offer refreshments, but that would be inappropriate, since it seems you are a repeat offender. Since I do not actually rule Arad Doman yet, I cannot strip you of titles. However, you have channeled twice against my Asha'man. You do realize that I cannot allow this behavior to continue unpunished?'
Elyiandrys's eyes harden, just a little, but as the words continue her frown eases, and she nervously dampens her lips. She flicks a glance around the room, avoiding staring at him for as long as possible before replying lightly, only a vague undertone of anxiety in her voice, 'I understand, my Lord Dragon. Have you decided on.. on a punishment that would be appropriate-' the word cutting off as she interrupts herself irritably, 'You have to understand, I only did it to save him.. If I'd known I wouldn't be able to undo it, I'd.. I'd have.. well I might not have done it..'
Rand seizes Saidin, expression hardly changing at all. He spins out a fine thread of Spirit to begin picking at the knot on Elyiandrys' shield as he speaks in a very matter-of-fact voice,'I decided that execution would be a bit harsh. Not on you, but on him.' When the shield unravels, he weaves another one, stronger, to replace it, carefully inverting the weaves and tying it off in an intricate knot.
Elyiandrys stares, her lips firming in a narrow line although after only a moment it eases, and she nods slightly, relief obvious on her expression - clearly she expected far worse . 'Is that.. to be all, my Lord Dragon? Just.. just that?' Nimble fingertips smooth her skirts nervously, and again she casts a glance around the room, searching, before glancing back.
Rand arches an eyebrow questioningly at Elyiandrys, then smiles, a very mirthless smile. With a slight shake of his head, he says,'Three weeks you shall stay in that shield. Then I will remove it. That is not your punishment, though.' He leans forward in his chair and props his elbows up on the desk, steepling his fingers together. Looking at her over the tips of his fingers, he adds in a cold, harsh voice,'That is just to make sure you do not run off. Your punishment is to serve. You will be the Soldier's servant until you release him from your bond, and then two months longer. Any questions?'
'His -servant-!?!' she snaps immediately, astonished, 'Me? His servant?!? What need does he have for a servant of any kind, never mind me? I will -not- wash clothes and scurry around running errands for that boy. Why, he's only ever at the palace on duty for you..' the words trailing away as she finally realises exactly who she's shouting at, paling noticeably, struggling to offer a smile, actually taking a step back towards the doorway. (Elyiandrys)
Rand stands very abruptly, his chair tumbling over at the sudden movement. He draws himself up to his full height and stares down at the woman, or more like glares. In a voice that would make frost feel warm, he says,'You will darn his socks and clean his chamber pot if you are ordered to, girl. If you think I am making a request, you are very sadly mistaken. I can easily go back to my original idea. I think you would not enjoy that shield being permanent, or spending the rest of your life in the palace dungeons.'
Elyiandrys swallows dryly, that attempt at a smile failing miserably, her chin dipping in a hurried nod. 'Yes, as.. as you say, my Lord Dragon. I'll.. I'll present myself to him immediately. I'm sure he'll.. he'll find something for me to do for him.' She swallows again, dampening her lips, but there's an easing to her frown, and that smile does grow a little, sweetly, as she considers, then nods again.
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