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Jul. 9th, 2005 08:27 pmThings have been unsettled for some days now. There is a certainty deep within her, born of that part of her that is sensitive now to matters of dream and Dream; born as well of that part of her being that she does not yet care to examine, but that occasionally seems to whisper with the soft rustle of a turning page.
A certainty that something, somewhere -- everywhere -- is different.
Moiraine has not asked, but has simply waited to see what might develop. There are other things on her mind, things of deep worry. A pointed discussion with Desire, followed by an unexpected conversation with Dream and the promise of yet another talk to come, that one to between her husband and his Sibling -- the Aes Sedai has often been found pacing the halls of the castle in the Dreaming since then. Dream has promised her it will be well, in the end -- and she does not quite doubt him, but she knows too much of the history between the two siblings to be precisely at ease, either... especially considering her own particular concerns in this matter.
And so she paces, waiting.
For respite, she frequents the Garden, and occasionally spends a quiet hour or so reading or simply listening to the wind. Very often during these hours a miniature peacock will come to parade around near her feet in search of attention; and just as often, the Aes Sedai will allow herself to be entertained by his antics. Sometimes, when tired, Milton will nestle in her hair like a tiny living jewel, and she will occasionally reach up to touch a bright feather as she reads, finding a quiet sort of delight and peaceful comfort in his vivid presence.
Today, however, is different.
When Moiraine steps through the door into the Garden, a strange silence lies over it. It takes her a moment to realize that the occasional croak of a tiny frog -- Nuphar -- is notably absent, as is the raucous call of a certain small bird. She glances around curiously, and then as moments pass with stillness unbroken, she begins to search.
Milton is nowhere to be found.
A certainty that something, somewhere -- everywhere -- is different.
Moiraine has not asked, but has simply waited to see what might develop. There are other things on her mind, things of deep worry. A pointed discussion with Desire, followed by an unexpected conversation with Dream and the promise of yet another talk to come, that one to between her husband and his Sibling -- the Aes Sedai has often been found pacing the halls of the castle in the Dreaming since then. Dream has promised her it will be well, in the end -- and she does not quite doubt him, but she knows too much of the history between the two siblings to be precisely at ease, either... especially considering her own particular concerns in this matter.
And so she paces, waiting.
For respite, she frequents the Garden, and occasionally spends a quiet hour or so reading or simply listening to the wind. Very often during these hours a miniature peacock will come to parade around near her feet in search of attention; and just as often, the Aes Sedai will allow herself to be entertained by his antics. Sometimes, when tired, Milton will nestle in her hair like a tiny living jewel, and she will occasionally reach up to touch a bright feather as she reads, finding a quiet sort of delight and peaceful comfort in his vivid presence.
Today, however, is different.
When Moiraine steps through the door into the Garden, a strange silence lies over it. It takes her a moment to realize that the occasional croak of a tiny frog -- Nuphar -- is notably absent, as is the raucous call of a certain small bird. She glances around curiously, and then as moments pass with stillness unbroken, she begins to search.
Milton is nowhere to be found.
