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Moiraine ([personal profile] blue_ajah) wrote2008-11-10 08:21 pm
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The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again.

In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the mountains north of Arafel. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time.

But it was a beginning.

* * * * * * *

The wind blows steadily onward, sweeping down from the highest peaks and over the barren, stony surface of the lower mountainside. As it passes, a brightly-colored wisp of thread tumbles ahead of it, driven haphazardly over the ground by each uneven gust.

For all of its brightness, it is a ragged piece of thread, barely more than a loosely-gathered tangle of fibers; and yet, strangely, nothing seems to impede its passage. Once, as it fetches up against a boulder for a few seconds, the strands shimmer and seem to form into the near-translucent figure of a woman-- a shape lost to sight in the next instant as the wind gusts harder and tears the thread free.
creator_raven: (h inna shadows)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2008-11-12 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"That, I think, is mostly a question of how far back, yes?"

the beginning beginning beginnings are endings the end the end it ends

"Or possibly it is a different kind of forward. "

He fails to blink.

"And there is death. That, too, is not so difficult."
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[personal profile] creator_raven 2008-11-12 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"This, I think, is not so much meant to be hard."

He reaches out--the gesture only careless on the surface--to ruffle her hair.

"Or a duty, yes?"
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2008-11-12 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I am, I think, not always so much for lying."

Not when there is no purpose in cruelty, at least.

Stealthily, while Moiraine is distracted with her own faded hand, Raven attempts to ruffle her hair again.

Because he can.

"Not here. Not to you. So."
creator_raven: (Power is a lonely thing)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2008-11-12 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Mostly not here, yes? Though it is, I think, like enough."

He grins, wide and bright and--as ever--full of teeth.

"Also there are other worlds. You will see."

Raven holds out one hand, head tilted, watching Moiraine.

"There is time."
creator_raven: (bird silhouette light)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2008-11-12 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"It will be better, I think, with cookies."

They take the shadows with them, when they go.

And the light.

It is always and ever so.