Suddenly the dragon vanished, the fire vanished, and everything spun. Amandir blinked again. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized that she had been lying on the ground for far too long. In fact, judging by the sore condition of her limbs, she had not gone to Geranai after all. She must have passed out after losing the food bag, after a mere few miles of walking. All of her adventure with the red peak had been a dream, for there was no red peak. In fact, she thought, rummaging through her belongings, perhaps she had not lost the food bag after all. Hadn't she combined it with one of her other bags to make traveling easier, and then forgotten the change after a mixture of fatigue and hunger? Amandir rolled over, easing herself to her knees. Carefully she pulled each of her various bags out, and began rifling through them.
Abruptly, she groaned. There was the food bag, just where she thought she had left it. Blood and ashes! No wonder none of the other wanderers liked her. She went into high dramatics over lost food, and there it was, right with her all the time. Visions of Aes Sedai and trollocs indeed! She laughed out loud, pulled out her rations and began eating. The sun was high in the sky by now, and a slight breeze ruffled the grasses.
Amandir, Wanderer/Woodswoman from the Shadow Coast
