"Once I begin, you should not touch either of us," she says, as she reaches into an inner concealed pocket. Moiraine draws out a small figurine of a woman in flowing robes, carved of ivory and darkened by age. "It could disrupt my weaving."
Holding the angreal in her left hand, Moiraine opens herself to saidar. Unlike in Milliways, no bright golden glow appears for all to see. Instead, only those who are accustomed to working with magical energies might see a faint hint of silver light, as though merely a ghost of its normal self.
Gracefully, she kneels at Gideon's side, and places her right hand upon the younger woman's arm. Silver flickers of gossamer spin outward, settling over Gideon like a faint spiderweb.
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"Once I begin, you should not touch either of us," she says, as she reaches into an inner concealed pocket. Moiraine draws out a small figurine of a woman in flowing robes, carved of ivory and darkened by age. "It could disrupt my weaving."
Holding the angreal in her left hand, Moiraine opens herself to saidar. Unlike in Milliways, no bright golden glow appears for all to see. Instead, only those who are accustomed to working with magical energies might see a faint hint of silver light, as though merely a ghost of its normal self.
Gracefully, she kneels at Gideon's side, and places her right hand upon the younger woman's arm. Silver flickers of gossamer spin outward, settling over Gideon like a faint spiderweb.