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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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[blue_ajah]

"Light send that may be so," the Aes Sedai responds, dryly.

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs.

"It is, perhaps, not so much the Light."

And then, of course, he pokes her.

With his foot.

[blue_ajah]

"It is not so much you in this case, either," she retorts, and shifts to tuck her feet up beside her on the bed, out of reach of his.

[creator_raven]

He snorts.

"You are not so bad at wishful thinking, perhaps."

It is cute.

[blue_ajah]

A slight smile curves her lips, and her dark-eyed glance sparkles with some secret knowledge.

"Perhaps. As you will."

[creator_raven]

And that is when Raven, pint sized and heavy, launches himself at his sister.

Ticklish is as ticklish does.

But at least he does not turn her clothing pink.

(Yet.)

[blue_ajah]

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.

[creator_raven]

Raven just laughs.

"Mostly it is as you will, Magpie."

Her grin is, for a moment, sharp, even as her eyes are bright.

"If not you alone. So."

[blue_ajah]

She inclines her head to Raven, still smiling.

"You have a point."

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs again.

"I am for having many points. Except, I think, when they are having me."

It is really not a surprise.

[blue_ajah]

She shakes her head at that, and gets to her feet.

"Are you hungry? I do not believe that I have cookies on hand, but I am sure that we could find something."

[creator_raven]

"Or possibly something will be for finding us."

Raven fishes around in her pocket, looking for cookies.

(Or possibly eyeballs.)

"But it is not so terrible. I am always hungry."

[blue_ajah]

"I know that, as it happens," she informs her. "It is why I asked."

[creator_raven]

"You, I think, do not so much have a need for that."

Still.

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine arches an eyebrow, and waits.

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face.

"If you are not for telling, I am also not."

Surprise!

[blue_ajah]

She lets out a small huff of breath, smooths a hand down her skirts, and starts toward the kitchen, calling back to Raven,

"I believe that I shall have a cup of tea, and you are welcome to have something as well."

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs.

"I am, I think, welcome to many things."

And then, just to test her luck, Raven darts across the room to perch on Moiraine's shoulder.

Someone has to make sure she does not substitute coffee in at the last minute, surely.

[blue_ajah]

She evinces no sign of surprise as he lands, but merely sighs.

"You are indeed, as you well know, you vain creature."

She raises her hand to stroke his feathers, and glides from one room into another.

[creator_raven]

He flutters his wings and makes himself comfortable.

"Knowing me, I am thinking, is not always so bad a thing."

Just sometimes.

(Most times?)

[blue_ajah]

"I would not disagree."

She takes down two mugs from the cupboard shelf, and fills the kettle with water.

Moiraine sets it on the stove and considers it for a moment before flipping on the burner.

[creator_raven]

Raven in no way looks smug.

Unless someone is paying attention to him, that is.

Plus Moiraine's shoulder is comfortable.

Why would he move?

[blue_ajah]

While the kettle heats, she opens a blue ceramic canister, and measures out tea for both cups.

"If you prefer otherwise," Moiraine tells him, calmly, "this is when you should tell me."

[creator_raven]

"Tea, perhaps, is not so much a thing I am picky about."

Cookies, however, are another matter.

Pie is so-so.

[blue_ajah]

The Aes Sedai sniffs at that, but does not comment.

She places the prepared cups beside the small stove, and studies the steam now rising from the kettle with a critical eye.