Magnus Meanderings, Ta'Verin Chronicles by Glantri
As you drift to sleep you allow your focus to align itself to the other Ta'Verin. You end up with a nauseating feeling at first as your mind shifts back and forth. After several confusing moments, you realize the problem in that trying to focus on the three of them is pulling your vision in different places. The resulting cascade of blurring colors and backdrops aren't intelligible to your eyes.
Assuming you're willing to put off a little sleep and take the time to try to separate the visions out, you realize that Matt is no longer traveling with Rand and Perrin. You get the sense of a distance when you shift your thoughts from focusing on Rand/Perrin to Matt, not a good enough sense to estimate how far apart they are, however.
Your vision of Rand has him in a valley bordered on all sided by white-topped mountains. There are several borderlander tents set up in a tidy order. Three tents stand separate, and you can tell Rand's is one of them. You also notice the Dragon banner raised in the center of camp.
Perrin is with Rand and has his tent set up with the others, but on the perimeter closest to Rand's tent. He is talking with a woman you have not seen before. She has raven black hair and a fierce light in her eyes. She seems to be arguing with Perrin though you can't hear any of the words.
Meanwhile, Mat is riding in a cart. You get the sense of pain and anguish just focusing on Mat, and notice that he is largely resting and lying limp. You notice that Verin appears to be tending to him, riding in the cart by his side. Nynaeve, Egwene, and Elayne all check in periodically as well. They all seem in good health, though with your vision being based on Mat, there are only brief snippets of each of them.
With the scrying done, and fatigue hitting you fast after it, you finish drifting to sleep.
You wake up the next day, still somewhat unsteady on your feet, but feeling more agile than the previous day. You think you could likely practice the sword and not make a fool of yourself, but you don't think you would best anyone in a sparring match despite your significant skill advantage.
When you leave your tent in the morning, you see Master Flinn walking over towards you. He smiles and says, "I was told ye rose in the middle of the night. I'm glad to see your standing again. Tell me son, how do you feel? Any strange aches or lingering effects...?"
OOC) Sorry for the delay, the longer posts are just much easier from my computer, and I have been too busy recently to find much time where I'm at my computer and have the energy.