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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.
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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Date: 2012-07-29 02:43 am (UTC)Unless someone is paying attention to him, that is.
Plus Moiraine's shoulder is comfortable.
Why would he move?
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Date: 2012-07-29 02:51 am (UTC)"If you prefer otherwise," Moiraine tells him, calmly, "this is when you should tell me."
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Date: 2012-07-29 02:57 am (UTC)Cookies, however, are another matter.
Pie is so-so.
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Date: 2012-07-29 03:16 am (UTC)She places the prepared cups beside the small stove, and studies the steam now rising from the kettle with a critical eye.
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Date: 2012-07-29 03:19 am (UTC)The steam obligingly forms the shape of a bear.
An angry bear.
This angry bear is then eaten by a giant bird.
Surprise!
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Date: 2012-07-29 03:21 am (UTC)"Oh, Raven."
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Date: 2012-07-29 09:21 pm (UTC)Where did the flock of cousins come from?
No one knows.
Except whatever vicious mind is controlling all that steam.
Clearly.
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Date: 2012-07-30 01:54 am (UTC)Moiraine lifts it from the burner, which she switches off, and pours both mugs full so that the tea may begin steeping.
Most in Milliways who observed this would wonder at the lack of a teapot from which to steep and pour, but she seems untroubled by it, at least outwardly.
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Date: 2012-07-30 02:07 am (UTC)The steam above the mugs is not quite so exciting, it would appear.
For now.
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Date: 2012-07-30 02:53 am (UTC)Even as she asks it, she absently strokes a soothing hand over his wingfeathers.
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Date: 2012-07-30 03:06 am (UTC)"Possibly that should be for being obvious."
Hey, she laughed first.
For a given value of 'first'.
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Date: 2012-07-30 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-31 01:02 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2012-07-31 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-31 01:50 am (UTC)It is shaped like a bee.
A bee with immense blue eyes.
Just because.
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Date: 2012-07-31 01:54 am (UTC)"Thank you."
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Date: 2012-07-31 01:55 am (UTC)Then, with his now free (if slightly crumb-enhanced) hand, ruffles her hair.
"You are always for being welcome, yes?"
It is a thing.
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Date: 2012-07-31 01:59 am (UTC)"I know. As are you, brother."
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Date: 2012-07-31 02:29 am (UTC)Not now, at least.
Not anymore.