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[blue_ajah]

[After this.]

When Dale leaves, Moiraine sees him to the door and locks it after him, then returns to the sofa, where she curls up as she had been wont to do as a novice and sits quietly for a while, lost in her own thoughts.

Eventually, something occurs to her, and she glides down the hallway to her bedroom once more. This time, she retrieves Raven's feather from the pinewood box and holds it lightly in her hand, stroking it with the tips of her fingers.

How I wish I could speak with you.

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[creator_raven]

"Not so much that, I do not think."

The steam above the mugs is not quite so exciting, it would appear.

For now.

[blue_ajah]

"What, then?"

Even as she asks it, she absently strokes a soothing hand over his wingfeathers.

[creator_raven]

Raven caws another laugh.

"Possibly that should be for being obvious."

Hey, she laughed first.

For a given value of 'first'.

[blue_ajah]

"And yet," she counters, "if one presumes to know all from observation without inquiry, one may often be wrong."

[creator_raven]

If Raven had a human face, he would be wrinkling his nose right about now.

As it is, he merely flutters his feathers, wingtips pressing down on Moiraine's shoulderblade.

Just for a second.

"Asking without listening may be much the same, yes?"

Then he laughs, dropping from her shoulder to stand at his full height.

"Also possibly guessing is more entertaining."

For some.

[blue_ajah]

She gives him a sharp look, and forbears to say anything else at first. Instead, she busies herself with seeing to the tea, and presents him with a cup.

[creator_raven]

Raven takes it solemnly, holding out a cookie in exchange.

It is shaped like a bee.

A bee with immense blue eyes.

Just because.

[blue_ajah]

She eyes the cookie, eyes him, then accepts it with only the slightest sigh.

"Thank you."

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

Then, with his now free (if slightly crumb-enhanced) hand, ruffles her hair.

"You are always for being welcome, yes?"

It is a thing.

[blue_ajah]

A small smile curves her lips.

"I know. As are you, brother."

[creator_raven]

"That, I think, I am not so much for forgetting."

Not now, at least.

Not anymore.