She nods. Moiraine has never spoken of those she cares about in that world, but logically they must exist, for the dislocation to be worthwhile. "Then it is local," she concludes. "And far from academic."
"You must know that you have my aid in such matters, for what it is worth. I have pledged it. Unfortunately matters of the spirit have not been my area of focus."
(It's gone past strange and into commonplace how often her mind turns to Abigail Pent in this place; mystery-loving historian and speaker to the dead and oddly, uncomfortably maternal presence, with her mousy hair and flashing spectacles. Harrow had known her only a few weeks, and barely at all until the last day of her life, tragically cut short. There is no reason why she should come to mind so often, except that she seemed to be so many things Harrow is not--knowledgeable about the spirit world she has scoffed at, friendly and warm, stable and happily in love with her cav.)
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Date: 2020-10-08 10:58 am (UTC)"You must know that you have my aid in such matters, for what it is worth. I have pledged it. Unfortunately matters of the spirit have not been my area of focus."
(It's gone past strange and into commonplace how often her mind turns to Abigail Pent in this place; mystery-loving historian and speaker to the dead and oddly, uncomfortably maternal presence, with her mousy hair and flashing spectacles. Harrow had known her only a few weeks, and barely at all until the last day of her life, tragically cut short. There is no reason why she should come to mind so often, except that she seemed to be so many things Harrow is not--knowledgeable about the spirit world she has scoffed at, friendly and warm, stable and happily in love with her cav.)