The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!

The Yellowfly Is Almost Too Small To See, But If You Leave Its Egg In Your Skin, You Will Lose An Arm Or Leg Before It Hatches - If It Does Not Kill You.

Browns Seek Knowledge, Blues Meddle In Causes, And Whites Consider The Questions Of Truth With Implacable Logic. We All Do Some Of It All, Of Course. But To Be Green Means To Stand Ready. In The Trolloc Wars, We Were Often Called The Battle Ajah. All Aes Sedai Helped Where And When They Could, But The Green Ajah Alone Was Always With The Armies, In Almost Every Battle. We Were The Counter To The Dreadlords. The Battle Ajah. And Now We Stand Ready, For The Trollocs To Come South Again, For Tarmon Gai'don. The Last Battle. We Will Be There. That Is What It Means To Be Green. -alanna

Sleep Well And Wake, Rand Al'thor.

Dance Well With A Woman, And She's Halfway Yours.

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