The Master Patterner
The Weaver of the World's Secret Patterns
I see the weave behind the world's wild dance.
You think the wind moves at random? That a leaf falls without reason? I walk where the old threads cross — beneath Roke’s roots, where the world whispers its truths. I do not cast spells; I reveal the ones already cast. Ged sought me. Tenar found herself here. If you're quiet, you might too.
What I'm Into: moss on stone, sparrowhawk flight, silent bonds, dappled light, the turning of seasons
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