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[blue_ajah]

It is late at night, but she is at her preferred desk in the Library. Scraps of paper litter the table's surface, as do scrolls and stacked books.

The Aes Sedai is currently studying a few torn-out and folded pages that Joe had given her, some time ago. Occasionally she makes reference to her notes in a leather-bound journal; sometimes she looks at a specific poem in a worn and well-marked anthology.

She is very intently focused.

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[book_bound]

She is focused, still.

And she is in the Library.

And she is not. To say the world dissolves would be inaccurate.

It simply isn't what it was a minute ago, as things

shift

and she exists in other places at once.

The scenes play out about her, and the sound of pages turning is the background music.

[blue_ajah]

A place -- places -- she has never seen. People she has met, and those she has not.

A girl in a pink dress who is both a simple girl and yet far, far more.

The pen falls from her hand as she looks

(blindly)

at everything and nothing all at once, happening both here and yet entirely elsewhere.

[book_bound]

The pages turn.

His eyes are blind, but he reads them anyway, and his hands caress each word.

Destiny does not show his book to others, for the book has not yet said he would.

But the knowledge of the words on the page

thisiswhatyoumustdoforthisiswhatyouwilldo

is shared. Not in words as mortals know them, in True Words, in a sense of what is to be and is now and must be.

It is not incoherent.

It is not coherent.

It simply is.

"You see." It is not a question. He knows she does.

The book tells him.

[blue_ajah]

"I see."

It was not a question, but it is an answer and true statement in one, although those elsewhere do not hear her those words, but others, as the pages turn and the words are shaped and formed and unfolded in vision and dream all one.

"The one they call Chloe's Beam will break."

There is a flash of shining white light.

[book_bound]

And there is a nod under a brown hood, for all she may not see it.

"You have your role."

Destiny does not serve the light. And he does not serve the dark. He encompasses both.

But it is possible that he, for all that, has a desire for this to end in the light's favour. He knows how it will.

But he may desire, anyway. Even Endless are subject to their sibling.

[blue_ajah]

"The Wheel weaves."

There is a strange and shivering silence as the other vision fades abruptly. All is quiet; even here in the Library, the sound of paper rustling in a dry whisper can no longer be heard.

Moiraine presses her hands to her eyes and sits very still, head bowed, for a long time.