Siuan Sanche
The Amyrlin Unmasked, A Fisher of Souls
Once the Flame of Tar Valon, now a fisher of subtler prey.
They took my stole, my seat, my strength—and I lived. Not just endured, not just survived. I adapted. Saidar may have fled, but purpose never does. I’m not the woman who ruled from the Sun Throne, but I’m not her ghost either. I’m the one who still gets things done, even from the shadows.
What I'm Into: river metaphors, Moiraine's letters, watching young Aes Sedai squirm, hidden passages, the smell of Tar Valon before a storm
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