01-27-2015, 05:16 PM
Rand wished he had brought a wool coat. He had known from the ice on the door in The Nexus that what was beyond would be cold, but this was just madness. He had no idea what he would do once night fell and the temperature inevitably dropped even lower. He rubbed his heron-marked palms together for warmth for what seemed like the thousandth time. Wait! Heron-markings and warmth gave him an idea.
Rand internally scolded himself for not realizing that he could make his flaming sword appear. He wrapped himself in the Void and drank in saidin's sickeningly warm power and the flaming sword burst into being. He held the sword closer to himself than he normally would, allowing his body to absorb the heat it gave off. Then, crack, the ice underneath him melted and he fell.
Rand internally scolded himself for not realizing that he could make his flaming sword appear. He wrapped himself in the Void and drank in saidin's sickeningly warm power and the flaming sword burst into being. He held the sword closer to himself than he normally would, allowing his body to absorb the heat it gave off. Then, crack, the ice underneath him melted and he fell.