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Aug. 21st, 2004 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_ajahEventually, Moiraine returns to her room. It is empty, now; she had seen Peter and Elizabeth downstairs, before they went elsewhere to talk, and Will has likely returned to tend to matters in his own world, at least for the time being. Dream, of course, is wherever he chooses to be.
She gathers the plates and cups that have been left about, sets them in the designated hallway spot outside her door, and watches in satisfaction as they disappear back to the kitchen. Turning back to the room, she moves Ender's chair back to the table, with the other, and studies the two beds with a slight frown; then, with a small sigh, she channels saidar and uses flows of Air and Earth to tug them into an L-shape in the corner, as well as to move the rug to the new center of the floor.
"I can sleep comfortably enough on one. I suppose if I am here long enough, I can find some way to add a few things that will make the other into something like a sofa. Small pillows, perhaps."
She takes the letter from her belt pouch and looks at it for a moment. Had she not returned, it would have been found with her body and given to Mat to carry to Rand. A quick flash of light, a weave of Fire and Air, and the letter is ashes.
Moiraine looks around. There is really nothing left to do; no way to further distract herself. She is alone, and she is not able to sleep. Indeed, even if she could, she is not certain that she would wish to at present.
A shiver passes over her, and then another. Slowly, she sits down at the table, and stares into space, unseeing.
Perhaps more than the rest of them, Moiraine had known, to some extent, what the Dreaming would involve. She had, after all, spent a year and a half within Tel'aran'rhiod, and under conditions that were far from the most pleasant; she had thought that this would have prepared her for the search. She had not been wrong, precisely; she had just not understood how much more there might be.
As she alternately paces and sits awake quietly through the rest of the long night, she mentally reviews each dream, searching for its reason and seeking to understand.
She gathers the plates and cups that have been left about, sets them in the designated hallway spot outside her door, and watches in satisfaction as they disappear back to the kitchen. Turning back to the room, she moves Ender's chair back to the table, with the other, and studies the two beds with a slight frown; then, with a small sigh, she channels saidar and uses flows of Air and Earth to tug them into an L-shape in the corner, as well as to move the rug to the new center of the floor.
"I can sleep comfortably enough on one. I suppose if I am here long enough, I can find some way to add a few things that will make the other into something like a sofa. Small pillows, perhaps."
She takes the letter from her belt pouch and looks at it for a moment. Had she not returned, it would have been found with her body and given to Mat to carry to Rand. A quick flash of light, a weave of Fire and Air, and the letter is ashes.
Moiraine looks around. There is really nothing left to do; no way to further distract herself. She is alone, and she is not able to sleep. Indeed, even if she could, she is not certain that she would wish to at present.
A shiver passes over her, and then another. Slowly, she sits down at the table, and stares into space, unseeing.
Perhaps more than the rest of them, Moiraine had known, to some extent, what the Dreaming would involve. She had, after all, spent a year and a half within Tel'aran'rhiod, and under conditions that were far from the most pleasant; she had thought that this would have prepared her for the search. She had not been wrong, precisely; she had just not understood how much more there might be.
As she alternately paces and sits awake quietly through the rest of the long night, she mentally reviews each dream, searching for its reason and seeking to understand.
