05-16-2020, 01:18 AM
Meera smiled hungrily at Beto. Without saying a word, she took out her Wallet and sent a message to Gaston, her manservant.
“Come,” was all the message said.
Not a moment later, the big oalf was striding back to the bar, pushing her chair without a care for anyone standing in his way. The man hit quite a few people with the chair, but none uttered a challenge or a protest once they saw just how large of a man he was. Gaston came to stand behind Meera, wheelchair before him. He said nothing, he simply waited for her next command.
How Beto reacted to the revelation would determine how the rest of the night went, but should she have wished it, Meera would have been able to ‘convince’ him with the Light of God. She made no move to explain the sudden presence of Gaston with a wheelchair. Instead she cocked an eyebrow and licked her lips.
“Your place or mine?” Meera asked in breathy tones.
“Come,” was all the message said.
Not a moment later, the big oalf was striding back to the bar, pushing her chair without a care for anyone standing in his way. The man hit quite a few people with the chair, but none uttered a challenge or a protest once they saw just how large of a man he was. Gaston came to stand behind Meera, wheelchair before him. He said nothing, he simply waited for her next command.
How Beto reacted to the revelation would determine how the rest of the night went, but should she have wished it, Meera would have been able to ‘convince’ him with the Light of God. She made no move to explain the sudden presence of Gaston with a wheelchair. Instead she cocked an eyebrow and licked her lips.
“Your place or mine?” Meera asked in breathy tones.
"She had tortured hundreds, maybe thousands, in the name of understanding and reason. Torture made sense. You truly saw what a person was made of, in more ways than one, when you began to slice into them. That was a phrase she'd used on numerous occasions. It usually made her smile."
- The Wheel of Time, The Gathering Storm, Chapter 22, Robert Jordan