| |
| | Reflections - Chapter Four - Wheel of Time Slash |
 | | Elaida stood in the centre of the room, back to me, dressed in a fine silken robe, staring at the tapestry that was now covered in liquid stains and shards of glass clinging to it, more scattered about the floor. |
 | | Elaida would not give a penance to me. Yet there was no sign of her in the first room, only stalks of broken roses — blue, the rarest. |
 | | Elaida was seated on the bed, naked, tears running freely down her face, shift discarded on the floor, biting her lip. |
| slash.meandraine.net /ref4.html (3581 words) |
|