By Linda

I have posted a new article on Omens in the series, whether Seanchan, Westlands or Aiel. In a way, it ties in with Min's Viewings, which were updated last week.
Warning: it contains spoilers for A Memory of Light.

Min couldn't tell if those were skirts that had been divided for riding, or if it was a pair of trousers with very enveloping legs.They are not a two piece ensemble of skirt and bodice either, Elayne was able to alter dresses into a riding dress with “a little needlework” while in a boat. And the wearer can presumably go to the toilet while wearing a riding dress without much ado.
Each had chosen her best dress that had a skirt divided for riding, and cloaks of fine wool rich with embroidery…The fabric would be a strong or dark colour to hide travel dirt. Jordan did not describe the embroidery motif, but in her visit to Tel’aran’rhiod in Tear Egwene dreamed of herself in a dress with birds embroidered across the bosom :
Now Egwene shifted her cloak and smoothed her own gold-embroidered, green silk dress
The Great Hunt, Flight From the White Tower
It was the rolling hills again, as always at first, flowers and butterflies under spring sunshine, soft breezes and birds singing. She wore green silk, this time, with golden birds embroidered over her breasts, and green velvet slippers.so that is the motif I sewed. Egwene’s dress is lined with olive green China silk (see photos below).
The Dragon Reborn, A Storm in Tear







As I read A Memory of Light, I noticed that the climatic scenes had a lot of alchemical symbolism. In fact, I realised that the weaves of the One Power illustrate or act out alchemical operations.
Want to know more about Demandred? Aviendha fondled something she had retrieved from her belt pouch, a small dagger with a rough hilt of deerhorn wrapped in gold wire. It was also a ter'angreal, though Elayne had not been able to puzzle out what it did before pregnancy forced a halt to such studies. She had not known her sister was carrying the thing. Aviendha's eyes were almost dreamy as she stared at it. "Why does that fascinate you so?" Elayne asked. This was not the first time she had seen the other woman absorbed in that knife. Aviendha gave a start and blinked at the dagger in her hands. The iron blade—it looked like iron, at least, and felt almost like iron—had never been sharpened so far as Elayne could tell and was little longer than her palm, though wide in proportion. Even the point was too blunt for stabbing.
Knife of Dreams, A Different Skill