Filling the Days

[Morven]

Devika Sirideán

Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah

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Devika did not knock, just pressed her grip about the handle with the same whirlwind intent that had propelled her down the corridor. Any nod to privacy would be wasted on its occupant given his gleeful propensity for courting attention, and it gave him less chance to mount whatever pathetic display he intended to regale on the expected healer. Not that some kind of debauchery was not anticipated within. An assumption also made given the identity of the chamber’s occupant.

"Jorin, Jorin, Jorin," she said, brows aloft as she entered, tone resigned to disappointment. Her dark gaze scanned the general disarray of the room before planting on the man in question, mostly to ascertain whether he was alone; though likely any company would scurry the moment it was clear an Aes Sedai stood in the door frame. "Which of the Maidens have you offended for them to think it an amusing sport to sweet talk me to your door? Else perhaps it was not the Maidens you have annoyed today?"

If she knew anything of it she did not say. Vika teased like a lioness playing with a haunch of meat – assuming it was teasing, and one could never really be sure with her. Unsurprising she got on so well with the fierce women who guarded the Dragon; moreso than the man himself, despite the long years that had passed since she pledged her loyalty to him. "If you have some indelicate disease again, I am not looking at it,” she warned. Her lips curved into a smile. “Reds are so unfamiliar with those shrivelled little things anyway. Perhaps the best advice would be to simply cut it off."