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[theravenboy]

Not long ago, the Circle of the Light took to a room in the west wing of the castle; night and day, in rotating shifts, the Old Ones focus on holding the damaged spells that guard the Summer Country. Half of the Circle, including Merriman and Will, is currently on duty, and the other half sleeps. Bran looked in on the Circle this afternoon, but there was nothing for him to see or do in that room; there were only Old Ones, hands linked in a closed chain, staring blankly into the air.

Bran has no other duties, for the moment, and he can hardly focus for the weight of the power pushing on his mind. He would seek out Moiraine, except that she has gone to Milliways. Instead, he crosses the castle courtyard to walk to his mother's chambers.

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[creator_raven]

And as he runs, a swift winged shape begins to pace him, shadow covering the wolflord as he moves along the ground.

There is a sensation much like a very large hand shaking Galadan by the scruff of his neck, and the Summer Country fades away around him.

He tries once more to howl, rage, and despair, and defiance, but in the space between there is no air at all.

It is a pity.

But Raven's eardrums are happy.

And when the vertigo of passage fades, Galadan is running toward Milliways.

Hopefully he stops before he dunks himself in the lake.

It is still very cold, after all.

It would not do for the lord of the andain to catch a chill.

Really.