<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Beneth Farsheron<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Refugee<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nasha al'Maena<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Library<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Beneth's little bit of sarcasm didn't seem to phase Nasha very much, and she only offered a logical response before deftly piling all of the books he had taken from the shelves into three different and orderly stacks. She took one of the books from the third stack and began flipping through it while vaguely speaking about his condition. He sat there in silence as she summed up everything he already knew about his abilities until she found something she deemed of note within her book, and looked down at a drawn image of men running in a pack alongside several wolves. Atop the page was the word "Wolfbrother" as well, and he winced slightly as he realized the significance of the term. "I've seen something like this before...from the wolves..." he said as he placed his hand on the page.<br/><br/>Nasha explained that there truly wasn't much that was known about this talent - if it could really be called that - and that the exact trigger of the changes was unknown as well. "Sounds like puberty..." he muttered, resisting the urge to pinch the brim of his nose. The Aes Sedai insisted that this was all very special though, and he looked at her like she might have actually been the crazy one when she said that the book insinuated that he could enter something called the world of dreams. It was easy to see that he didn't understand what she was talking about.<br/><br/>That little tidbit was quickly overshadowed by her somewhat casual warning of what could happen to him should he lose his humanity to this Wolfbrother business, and he grew visibly shaken. "G-Go mad?" he whispered, remembering the day that the White Cloaks had chased him down once again. Was that what had happened to him? Had he lost his mind? The image of throwing himself at those two men entered his mind; growling and snarling like a feral wolf, he had torn into them like a man possessed. Or perhaps...like an animal possessed. He shook his head to dismiss that thought, and looked down at the book again. "I don't want this. What am I supposed to do now?"