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[panfandomsandbox] change is in the wind
She sits at the table near the fireplace, sipping tea and reflecting on what she has learned in recent days.
In the world where she was born, the Dark One is also known as the Lord of the Grave, and is the one who holds power and sway over the dead -- and to an extent, death itself. Fortunately, Moiraine is experienced enough with Milliways to not draw instantaneous conclusions.
(The lessons learned from Anthy Himemiya will remain with her for the rest of her life.)
It had helped that she had seen nothing of intentional evil or the mark of the Shadow as she knows it when she had studied Harrowhark while channeling. It is nonetheless something that requires consideration, in case action of some sort becomes necessary.
The Aes Sedai has much to think about.
In the world where she was born, the Dark One is also known as the Lord of the Grave, and is the one who holds power and sway over the dead -- and to an extent, death itself. Fortunately, Moiraine is experienced enough with Milliways to not draw instantaneous conclusions.
(The lessons learned from Anthy Himemiya will remain with her for the rest of her life.)
It had helped that she had seen nothing of intentional evil or the mark of the Shadow as she knows it when she had studied Harrowhark while channeling. It is nonetheless something that requires consideration, in case action of some sort becomes necessary.
The Aes Sedai has much to think about.
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"All things are part of the Pattern," she says, finally.
"In the world where I was born, there are those who are ta'veren. The Pattern itself bends around them."
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"I believe there is destiny," she whispers. "I have felt its hand on me all my life."
And Gideon was always there. Always Gideon. Always, always. The guilt of two hundred corpses, never far away, lands on her with both feet, and it brings with it the guilt for the one who wouldn't die. Her myriad cruelties and vindictive punishments to Gideon Nav for having the temerity to be alive and at her mercy.
It's crushing, and each breath is like rolling away the Rock that must not be moved. "I need, need to study," she stutters. "I..."
Can't be here, she thinks, and she's so pulverized by the weight of her crimes that she almost says it. "Have so little time," she grates out, and gathers her skirts and flees.
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"Light illumine and protect you, Harrowhark Nonagesimus," Moiraine murmurs.
"I suspect that you may need it."