Somehow, it is almost as though she has expected this.
(Perhaps it is only that she knows her brother.)
Even as she laughs, Moiraine opens herself to saidar, and as the faintest golden corona appears around her (to eyes that can see it here, in this world, that is), a weave of Air whirls around Raven, catching him up, spinning him around, and setting him on his feet.
Moiraine smiles serenely at him, and releases the weave.
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Date: 2012-07-24 04:27 am (UTC)(Perhaps it is only that she knows her brother.)
Even as she laughs, Moiraine opens herself to saidar, and as the faintest golden corona appears around her (to eyes that can see it here, in this world, that is), a weave of Air whirls around Raven, catching him up, spinning him around, and setting him on his feet.
Moiraine smiles serenely at him, and releases the weave.