She spends the morning as she has done so often over the years, studying her journals and making notes of the half-hidden hints and themes that repeat themselves in story after story, no matter how subtle.
It is a slow process, but a familiar one, and at least in this search she is not driven by urgency; there is time, and more than enough.
As the sun begins the arc of its descent down the western sky, she leaves her small house to join Major Briggs at their agreed-upon meeting place by the river. As she accepts the thermos of coffee that he has so thoughtfully brought and seats herself on the shore to wait while he makes his fly fishing preparations, she cannot but wonder what Siuan the fisherman's daughter would think, were she to see this.
In any case, Siuan's tales relayed in their shared room in the White Tower so many years ago have certainly stood Moiraine in good stead, even if it has led to more of these sorts of conversations taking place on fishing trips than she might ever have expected.
It is not until the light begins to fade that the Major is willing to pack up his kit, and by then the Aes Sedai has filled several more pages in her journal with the stories he has told over the course of the afternoon.
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Date: 2012-07-21 08:57 pm (UTC)It is a slow process, but a familiar one, and at least in this search she is not driven by urgency; there is time, and more than enough.
As the sun begins the arc of its descent down the western sky, she leaves her small house to join Major Briggs at their agreed-upon meeting place by the river. As she accepts the thermos of coffee that he has so thoughtfully brought and seats herself on the shore to wait while he makes his fly fishing preparations, she cannot but wonder what Siuan the fisherman's daughter would think, were she to see this.
In any case, Siuan's tales relayed in their shared room in the White Tower so many years ago have certainly stood Moiraine in good stead, even if it has led to more of these sorts of conversations taking place on fishing trips than she might ever have expected.
It is not until the light begins to fade that the Major is willing to pack up his kit, and by then the Aes Sedai has filled several more pages in her journal with the stories he has told over the course of the afternoon.