A large white pigeon ruffles its feathers as it comes to a land in a coop. The pigeon handler, a young boy with shaggy black hair no older than eleven grabs the bird, detaching a small bone cylinder from its leg. Looking at the seal, the white flame of Tar Valon in gray wax, he gasps. 'This is for the Queen!" he shouts at an even younger boy sitting in the corner. "Give it to her, quickly!"
Dear Queen Alliandre Maritha Kigarin,
I have some urgent matters to discuss with you personally. I ask to arrange a meeting with you at your earliest convenience. I will be happy to host you in the White Tower, or should you prefer it, I am also available to travel to Ghealdan. It is of utmost importance I speak with you, in person, very soon.
Sincerely,
Nevirha Aes Sedai, Elder Sister of the Gray Ajah