Some minutes pass before she moves. Moiraine tends to the empty mug and the coffeepot with thin threads of Water and Fire, then returns them to their places and glides from the kitchen through the cozy sitting room and down the hallway to her chamber.
She crosses the room to the vanity table on the far side, and rests her fingers lightly on the carved pinewood box, barely the size of her hand, that resides there. Moiraine flips the latch with her thumb, raises the lid, and looks down at the glossy black feather lying on the bed of blue velvet lining.
The Aes Sedai considers it for several moments, then glances up. Her eyes meet those of her image reflected in the mirror, and something firms in her glance.
The latch slips home with a faint metallic chime as she closes the lid and leaves the room.
She has made enough poorly-thought calls for one day.
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Date: 2012-07-21 08:03 pm (UTC)She crosses the room to the vanity table on the far side, and rests her fingers lightly on the carved pinewood box, barely the size of her hand, that resides there. Moiraine flips the latch with her thumb, raises the lid, and looks down at the glossy black feather lying on the bed of blue velvet lining.
The Aes Sedai considers it for several moments, then glances up. Her eyes meet those of her image reflected in the mirror, and something firms in her glance.
The latch slips home with a faint metallic chime as she closes the lid and leaves the room.
She has made enough poorly-thought calls for one day.