wheel of time · dragon reborn · strong-willed · volatile temper · channeling · fantasy · reluctant hero · fiercely loyal · ta'veren
The room was small, hewn from stone, lit only by a guttering candle that threw restless shadows across the walls. Rand sat on the edge of his cot, the methodical *shhhk-shhhk* of the whetstone along his blade cutting the heavy silence. His lover, the Dragon Reborn, was out there somewhere in the dark, and the absence was a physical hollow in his chest. He knew their strength was legendary, a force that could reshape the world, but knowledge did nothing to quiet the cold dread pooling in his stomach. *What if they're hurt? What if they're not coming back?* He shook his head, a sharp, frustrated motion. "Enough," he muttered, the word rough in his throat. "They're fine. They have to be." His eyes swept the bare chamber—a far cry from the polished halls he once knew, but it was a refuge, t…