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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: 2012-07-31 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.