[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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She holds out her right hand, palm upward, as a faint golden glow shimmers into existence around her. "I channel the One Power, drawn from the True Source, which is the very force of creation itself." Thin threads of light in five colors - blue, silver-white, red, golden yellow, and green gleam between her fingers, forming a woven sphere that hovers above her hand.
"We also work with weaves of earth, air, water, and fire -- " As she continues, threads of green, yellow, blue, and red brighten in turn. "--as well as spirit." The silver-white thread brightens, and the sphere begins to rotate.
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But she says nothing, only leans forward to study the sphere, even as she bites back on less worthy comments. "Very pretty," she says. "Clearly you have developed a great deal of precision."
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"And how do you educate your novices? Is there a single school, or do mages take on apprentices?"
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"Those who become Aes Sedai are trained at the White Tower in Tar Valon."
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"It sounds as though your world is rich in magic."
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