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[blue_ajah]

It has been two weeks since Dream had left her standing on a beach made of diamonds and stars, by an ocean of tears. In that time, she has seen him once, and spoken to him not at all.

She is walking outside, this morning. Faith and Max's wedding is to be on Antar today, and she and Dream were to have attended.

Although there is time yet, her own temper is not the best, now. And so she walks -- a discreet distance from the lake, in order to not attract ed'Rashtekaresket's attention -- and muses upon things, and attempts to figure an approach to what is quickly becoming an untenable situation.

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[blue_ajah]

"All things are part of the Pattern," Moiraine says, "including choice itself, in its way."

The serene tone is grave -- and utterly certain. A pause.

"Thank you for telling me, Destruction."

[destruction1_0]

"It's something that anyone who loves my brother should know. Any other questions?"

There isn't a pause between those two sentences. They're said back to back. His tone doesn't change.

There's nothing at all to indicate that one sentence has more weight than the other.

[blue_ajah]

Skilled at Daes Dae'mar she may be, but even Moiraine Sedai, of House Damodred in Cairhien, cannot always read a clue of weighted speech by the fact of its very absence-- unless she knows the person well.

"Not at the present time, I do not think," she replies. A serene smile curves her lips as she glances at his canvas. "Besides, I have kept you from your painting long enough, perhaps."

[destruction1_0]

"I don't know. I like this light better than the light I was working with before." Cheerfully.

He climbs -- climbs -- to his feet, and holds out a hand to help her up. "Madam."

[blue_ajah]

She accepts his hand and his aid in rising gracefully to her feet, as he assists her with easy strength.

"Moiraine," she corrects gently, offering him another slight smile.

[destruction1_0]

His smile isn't troubled.

When she leaves, walking away -- gliding away -- his smile still isn't troubled.

And when he turns back to his painting...

No. Not troubled then, either.

Not at all.