Voice testing a very unhappy ta'veren, Rand al'Thor.

[sheepherder]

You, with all of your plots and talk of games. It all sounds too much like Daes Dae'mar. I don't play those games, and I won't allow you to play me.

I don't care if you're not an Aes Sedai. Blood and ashes! You had might as well be! Trying to play me like a puppet. Well, I'll not be letting you pull my strings, nor anyone from Tar Valon! I will not be used!

You won't want me up in your head. If you've listened to anyone at all who knows what I am, then you should use that head of yours to have some sense about it. My own friends think I'm going mad, and I don't blame them! Burn me, it's only a matter of time before I do. You ought to stay out of my head. Women prod it enough without getting all inside my thoughts, and I don't think you'd find it as adventurous as you'd want it to be. You'll find out, just like the Amyrlin did.

I won't be your gleeman, or your fool, and I won't be your puppet! I'm a shepherd!

If Mat were here, he'd know what to say...

Comments

From one farm boy to the next.

[themaiden]

It don't do any good to carry on so, sir. I wouldn't let my mun play me for weeks 'cos of the username she'd thought of, and here I am anyways.

Awww, yay!

[sheepherder]

[The username? Oh. A cruel thing to do to, that name! The man's mundane is probably a lady, too. One who likes tricks.

Rand frowns.]

We ought to have a choice. Or are we strung up already?

[themaiden]

Oh, it's not so bad. Once you're in a game, I hear they do extra work to make sure you're the one in control. They take pride in it, like.