Yesterday, 03:10 AM
The journey to Tear had been a good one for Kira. It had been 14 years since she had left Tar Valon and explored the world, and being Aes Sedai granted her certain freedoms that she hadn't had. The chance to go back to Tear (she no longer thought of it as home) was part of a journey that she had needed to do. Letting go of what her father had done to her so long ago would allow her to focus solely on the work of the White Tower.
The journey there had been relatively uninteresting. She had journeyed with a caravan, so at the very least she had company. It turned out, her father, although not well off had left her some money and with the stipend she got as an Aes Sedai, she had bought some new dresses and a blood bay mare she named Melody. So she had rode along side the caravan, oftentimes tending to the ills of those who traveled with her - scrapes, illnesses, or any other injuries travelers would likely get. This, and her status as an Aes Sedai, often earned her food for the trip there. She had also brought her harp along. As had been promised, the harp had been taken care of until she had gained the shawl after which it came back into her possession.
Her return trip she traveled with another caravan until she reached Caemlyn. It was then that the caravan turned west to head towards the Two Rivers. She was left alone to continue her journey back home - at least for now. Kira smiled as she thought of Tar Valon, remembering when she had first arrived how little she had wanted to be there. Now it was her home. She had sisters there and those who were more than that. It had been good to get away, but would be better to get back.
Lost her in own thoughts, she didn't notice the two men come out of the woods. It was Melody's hesitation that got her attention. One man grabbed Melody's reins, trying to hold the horse still as the other grabbed for Kira. Melody whinnied in protest. Caught off guard, he pulled her off. Kira acted with instinct, embracing Saidar and using a weave of air to cushion the blow as much as possible. It was still jarring to hit the ground, but she was unfazed, although she let out a slight scream. The man who had pulled her off began to search for her pouch - nothing more than a common thug. She began to form a weave to defend herself - more to scare the bandits than actually hurt them, but movement caught her attention and she hesitated, thinking she wouldn't have to.