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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]

North and west of Moiraine's current position -- and several universes over, as it happens -- Raven's not-really-skin breaks out in goosebumps.

It is only a little bit of a surprise.

Moiraine is likely to feel a slight ticklish tug on the inside of her skull.






And then, of course, she feels a more physically substantial tug on her hair.

Because that is how Raven rolls.

"You are forgetting, I am thinking, how much that is for itching."

But he's laughing as he says it, and for a flickering moment his eyes are kind.