Up ahead, right in front of her, a couple of children played with wooden swords, no doubt hijacked from the Warders' Yard. They were all servents' children, being let out to play and blow some steam before supper. Their laughter carried away like water in a stream and Nynaeve had to put effort into maintaining a smooth expression. Most Aes Sedai would frown at noise and interruption, yet all she wanted to do was smile.
She was simply an Aes Sedai being interrupted by the rattle of children. Surely not a mother observing her son. Surely not. Aes Sedai seldom wed. And seldom had children. But sometimes circumstances unfolded in ways you did not expect. Not a mistake, though. Never a mistake. Donovan was not an error of the pattern. Nynaeve believed that with every fiber of her being. He was meant to exist, grow, fall in love and have a family of his own. Be free of any pain she could spare him.
She closed the book with a thump and placed it next to her. She could remain for a bit longer. Be mistaken for simply enjoying the day out in the gardens. But why risk attracting any notice? Soon she would see him again. Quench the thirst that seemed to take over her more often that she liked it to. Damian tried to help. Light, but he did. His tender words and his loving embrace kept her from losing herself to despair. She had to stay focused and dull her emotions. "We made our choice years ago, my love." His words echoed in her head. "Now we have to persevere."
She got up and darted away, her face stonier than ever. If Donovan was in the gardens it meant Silvia, his care taker, was undisturbed. It was a good opportunity to pass her some more coin. The woman tried to refuse it at the beginning of their agreement but Nynaeve made it clear that she will not let her boy go wanting.
Edited by Nynaeve, 21 November 2011 - 08:07 AM.