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Shelley could almost be put out, that V'Saine is so beautiful. No prison should be so lovely, she feels.

The perfection of the afternoon heightens it, the sights and scent of the rose garden. The only noise the delicate splashing of the fountain. The girl sits on the edge and gazes into gently rippling water, down past her reflection into the cool blue depths as the sun warms her shoulders.

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A dark chuckle and a smirk. His voice level with no hint of mockery and sarcasm.

"I am living in fear."

"You'd survive one, anyhow," she says, voice distant, eyes straying back to the fountain surface.

A small smile. An almost frightening light in his eyes as his lips twisted.

"I always survive."

(For your sacrifice, survival.)

"Always."

Shelley continues to stare down into the water.

(By the time he dies, he is more than half-mad and less than half human)

"All things are a part of the pattern. Right?"

(Eventually his pride gets the best of him, and he is killed by Rand Al'Thor the Dragon Reborn)

Her voice is very quiet and calm.

A simple nod in reply. His voice as quiet as hers. Blue eyes watching very carefully. A strange tone, as if he were hiding something, in his voice.

(To read the Pattern)

"Yes, Lady Shelley."

Shelley glances at him, a kind of worry in her eyes before the girl frowns and looks away again.

A tilt of the head. A note of curiosity in his voice.

"Is something the matter, Lady Shelley?"

"...No."

No more than usual. But he can likely gather that for himself.

Rising from the fountain, Elan walked over to one of the rose bushes. His white robed billowed in the light breeze. Blue eyes darted across the crimson blooms.

The bloom lifted easily into his hand. Slowly, with the rose's stem in hand, he walked back over and stood in front of Shelley.

The rose outstretched in his hand, a calm, almost innocent look on his face. A small drop of blood hung on the clean-cut end of the flower like a crimson dew.

(The greatest gift is oneself)

The girl glances around almost cautiously.

Shelley looks at the rose, confusion flitting across her face before she looks up at him, wary and unhappy.

A small, slightly sad smile on his face. The rose still in his outstretched hand. His voice soft, and pretty.

(I know my dreams are made of you)

"For you."

(Of you, and only for you)

The drop of blood fell to the white stone below. The thin crimson stream flowed down the stem. Blood as red as the blossom.

Shelley doesn't reach for it. Green eyes remain steadily on his. Her voice noncommittal.

"You're bleeding."

A glance downward. His eyes study it calmly as if it weren't his blood at all. His voice calm, but with the slightest touch of surprise.

"So I am..."

She frowns slightly, curious in spite of herself.

"Do you not feel it at all?"

A moment of calm consideration. Blue eyes watching her face now. His voice very soft.

"I suppose I do, now."

Another drop of blood feel to the white stone below.

How can he just not notice? Shelley looks back at him, though her eyes can't quite meet his.

A brief thought strikes her.

"Can you Heal yourself?" she asks after a pause.

Ishamael shakes his head. The flower hangs almost dejectedly at his side. The blood on the stem slowing.

"No."

Shelley frowns, momentarily distracted.

"Seems odd... It's not possible at all?"

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.

"I wonder if there's a reason."

Her tone still distracted.

"The principle should be the same..."

A small smile as he thought.

"It is one of those strange oddities... Balance, I suppose. The One Power is all about balance."

She shrugs after a moment.

"Perhaps. Be interesting to find out, but..."

A light laugh as he folded his hands in his lap.

"You sound like Mierin..."

"Who is Mierin?"

A small smile. Blue eyes glanced across the garden. It was so very relaxing.

"She and Beidomon opened the hole in Shaitan's prison. They had no idea what they were doing, of course."

A light chuckle.

"I think you may have heard her called Lanfear."