Elan nods calmly. His voice almost pedantic in tone. He moved and sat down next to her. Setting the rose between them, he turned to her and smiled slightly.
"No more than a woman can tap Saidin."
The Betrayer's blood began to drip off of the rose's stem and onto the fountain's lip.
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Date: 2005-11-14 06:52 pm (UTC)"No more than a woman can tap Saidin."
The Betrayer's blood began to drip off of the rose's stem and onto the fountain's lip.