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Oct. 18th, 2005 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_ajahIt has been two weeks, Moiraine thinks, since she had stepped with Rand al'Thor back into the world that once had been truly her own. Two weeks since leaving Milliways; two weeks since she had returned to Rand's world, her world, for the first time since she had left it in falling with Lanfear through the redstone ter'angreal. Not very long at all in the overall scheme of things, and yet long enough to see that events are indeed moving quickly.
Whether it had been due to his nature as ta'veren or not, Rand had been right that a new nursemaid would easily blend into the many already surrounding the twins and Elayne; the unassuming, friendly "Syrenne" had been barely worth noting. Moiraine spares a moment to be grateful for her experience with her sister's children, as well as with Derry and Seth, which have certainly aided in this deception. Although it serves her purposes to not be noticed at present, the Aes Sedai is troubled by the apparent ease with which she was accepted.
Who else might have earned such trust, and be awaiting the moment to strike? The Black Ajah, the Forsaken, Darkfriends -- the danger is great.
Still, the Maidens are among those who guard, and she herself is now present and watchful, and it serves-- for now.
"The Wheel weaves," she mutters, pacing the floor of her room. So it does, and that is the matter which concerns her at present. She can almost feel the pressure of time passing as the Pattern is woven; she senses that weaving itself in a way that she had not, before.
The question, of course, is why-- and even more than that, what such a thing may mean; for her, for Rand, and for the world, the Wheel, and the Pattern itself.
Although she appears serene behind the seeming of blended Illusion that masks her, Moiraine is far from calm. She had known what to expect before passing through the ter'angreal into the Tower of Ghenjei-- or rather, she had thought that she had known, and had made her plans accordingly.
She had not expected Milliways.
Moiraine continues to pace. She has not yet seen Min, and so cannot know if, or how, the girl's visions of her have changed. (She has also not yet seen Thom Merrilin, and refuses to dwell on that point.)
Finally, she comes to a halt in the middle of the room. "I must know," she murmurs. "I must see if I can discern it. It is a risk that I must take."
An instant later, a bright slash of light is there and then gone-- along with the Aes Sedai.
Whether it had been due to his nature as ta'veren or not, Rand had been right that a new nursemaid would easily blend into the many already surrounding the twins and Elayne; the unassuming, friendly "Syrenne" had been barely worth noting. Moiraine spares a moment to be grateful for her experience with her sister's children, as well as with Derry and Seth, which have certainly aided in this deception. Although it serves her purposes to not be noticed at present, the Aes Sedai is troubled by the apparent ease with which she was accepted.
Who else might have earned such trust, and be awaiting the moment to strike? The Black Ajah, the Forsaken, Darkfriends -- the danger is great.
Still, the Maidens are among those who guard, and she herself is now present and watchful, and it serves-- for now.
"The Wheel weaves," she mutters, pacing the floor of her room. So it does, and that is the matter which concerns her at present. She can almost feel the pressure of time passing as the Pattern is woven; she senses that weaving itself in a way that she had not, before.
The question, of course, is why-- and even more than that, what such a thing may mean; for her, for Rand, and for the world, the Wheel, and the Pattern itself.
Although she appears serene behind the seeming of blended Illusion that masks her, Moiraine is far from calm. She had known what to expect before passing through the ter'angreal into the Tower of Ghenjei-- or rather, she had thought that she had known, and had made her plans accordingly.
She had not expected Milliways.
Moiraine continues to pace. She has not yet seen Min, and so cannot know if, or how, the girl's visions of her have changed. (She has also not yet seen Thom Merrilin, and refuses to dwell on that point.)
Finally, she comes to a halt in the middle of the room. "I must know," she murmurs. "I must see if I can discern it. It is a risk that I must take."
An instant later, a bright slash of light is there and then gone-- along with the Aes Sedai.
