[pfsb] preparations and expectations

[blue_ajah]

When Moiraine arrives in the bar, her outward composure is flawless. She will do what must be done, and will accept the consequences of her actions... or her inaction, as the case may be.

When the price is high, that is how you know it is worth paying.

She settles at her preferred table and accepts tea, fruit, and a little bit of bread and cheese from the attentive waitrats.

Her glance is thoughtful, almost considering, as she observes the room.

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[blue_ajah]

"Of course," she murmurs, with a polite nod of farewell in turn. "I appreciate meeting new people, myself, as well."

Nothing about her indicates anything other than polite courtesy as she adds,

"May you walk ever in Light, John."

[hinotfuckingdead]

He pauses, having stood, and looks down on her with his horrible black-on-black eyes in a face that smiles faintly with a horrid benevolence.

"And he said, 'The light is among you for a little while longer. Walk while you have the light." His faint smile drops; almost impossible to tell if it was ever there. "Lest darkness overtake you.'"

He turns away and returns to the bar for his things.

[blue_ajah]

She stays where she is as he departs, curving her fingers around her teacup once more without drinking from it, and reflects on everything that has just happened.

Oh, Light.