The red haired damsel atop her soft grey mare smiled musingly as the wind danced fiery locks into soft pink lips.  She tucked her hair back into her braid and adjusted the silver band of the minor<em>angrael/i] on her forehead.  <br/><br/>“The wind,” she mumbled musingly, then glanced between the gleegirl and her warder with a soft smile and a dancing eye.  “I have a song for you, Aurora, it’s called the Karethon Cycle.”  <br/><br/><em>And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered,<br/>and the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age,<br/>and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of man.<br/>Women shall weep and men quail as the nations of the earth are rent like rotting cloth.<br/>Neither shall anything stand or abide...<br/>Yet one shall be born to face the Shadow,<br/>born once more as he was born before,<br/>and shall be born again, time without end.<br/>The Dragon shall be Reborn,<br/>and there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth at his rebirth.<br/>In sackcloth and ashes shall he clothe the people,<br/>and he shall break the world again by his coming,<br/>tearing apart all ties that bind.<br/>Like the unfettered dawn shall he blind us, and burn us,<br/>yet shall the Dragon Reborn confront the Shadow at the Last Battle,<br/>and his blood shall give us the Light.<br/>Let tears flow, O ye people of the world.<br/>Weep for your salvation. <br/>On the slopes of Dragonmount shall he be born,<br/>born of a maiden wed to no man. <br/>He will be of the ancient blood, and raised by the old blood. <br/>When the winds of Tarmon Gai'don scour the earth,<br/>he will face the Shadow and bring forth Light again in the world.”  </em><br/><br/>She smiled gently at the charming gleegirl.  "So tell me, Auraura, do you suppose we could find 'the old blood' in Baerlon?"  <br/></em>