[pfsb] the mirrors of the wheel
The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and all things are part of the Pattern. There is little that she can do now but wait, guard against events worsening as best she can, and watch.
As a result, Moiraine is in the bar this evening, musing over her thoughts with a cup of tea at hand and a slender, leather-bound journal open to a blank page before her.
As a result, Moiraine is in the bar this evening, musing over her thoughts with a cup of tea at hand and a slender, leather-bound journal open to a blank page before her.
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"Though you seem somewhat familiar with it all; enough to be comfortable, at any rate."
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“So you might say I am well acquainted with this place.”
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"I suppose I might," she says, idly. "But would you say that?"
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Almost idly, she adds, “And my name is Moiraine.”
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There's a beat of silence, and she offers, similarly off-handed: "My name is Yennefer."
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She touches the lid of the nearby teapot in silent question.
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Tea is far from her favorite drink, but when attempting to learn about someone it is not a terrible idea to meet them where they are. "Noble oaths," she says. "And binding, it sounds?"
For after all the woman had said may not, not will not. So there must be some geas involved. "I have never heard of Aes Sedai or aWarder or Shadowspawn – or the One Power, although I can make some educated guesses. But I suppose that is the nature of this place, is it not?"
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"It does not seem to trouble you, I notice."
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She accepts the tea and stirs a little sugar into it. "But I admit it inflames my curiosity."
Yennefer lifts her tea. "Tell me, Moiraine: in my position, as a newcomer to this marvelous place, what would you consider to be the most important thing to ask?"
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"Most newcomers, as you put it, appear much more disconcerted to find themselves here." Dark eyes meet violet ones.
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She quirks one perfectly manicured dark eyebrow. "Curiosity brought me here. What I came from is a much longer story."
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Moiraine tilts her head very slightly and taps her index finger against her own teacup.
"To answer your question, I would suggest asking how I might find and obtain what I sought."
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But what she seeks she is certain not to find here; not with Geralt riding to Kaer Morhen. Not unless Ciri has fled here. She sits back again, lifting a hand in a studiedly casual gesture. "I came simply to see if I could," she says, idly. "A professional challenge I could hardly ignore."
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Yennefer takes another sip of tea and sets the cup and saucer down. "And what does an Aes Sedai do, if I may inquire?"
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Yennefer's violet eyes sharpen just slightly. "Then we are peers, it seems."
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