[pfsb] the mirrors of the wheel

[blue_ajah]

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.

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[blue_ajah]

Moiraine nods. "But they are not able to detect her when she is not actively using it? If it is similar to how such things work in the world where I was born, it is possible to invert and mask such use."

[bialy_wilk]

"That, I don't know," the witcher admits. "I think not. But it's just a guess."

[blue_ajah]

She picks up her glass once more and takes a small sip. "One of the benefits of this place, I have found, is the chance to learn new approaches to problems; even new skills to use in dealing with them."

[bialy_wilk]

"Guess that brings us back to the 'potential student' idea," Geralt says, wry. "But it won't matter if I can't find her first."

[blue_ajah]

"So it seems she is hiding from her allies as well as from her enemies." There is more than a little sympathy in her look. "I imagine that might be frustrating."

[bialy_wilk]

"I'd rather she hide from all of us than be found by the Hunt." His voice is low and gruff, rough even when he wets his throat with wine. "But she's back in my world, for the first time in years. Gotta be a reason for it."

[blue_ajah]

"It seems likely there would be," she murmurs. "I shall wish you luck in your search."

[bialy_wilk]

He reaches once more for his wine, taking a long swallow. "Thanks."

[blue_ajah]

"Certainly. It is the least I can do."

She studies his expression, the manner in which he holds himself, and adds, carefully casual, "Should you locate her, if she might wish to speak with a peer of sorts, I could see if that might be arranged."

[bialy_wilk]

He studies her right back, thinking over their conversation, over what it might have cost for her to make that offer, conditional as it is. "I think she'd like that," he says, slowly, and makes up his mind.

"I was told she sometimes comes here. If you see a young woman, ashen-haired and green-eyed, with a scar on her face... her name is Ciri."

[blue_ajah]

She nods, committing the name and description to memory. "Should I happen to see her, is there a message you would wish to have passed on?"

[bialy_wilk]

He leans forward, elbows on his thighs, and gives her question some thought before he looks back at her.

"Tell her to keep an edge on her sword. It had better be in good shape when I catch up to her."

[blue_ajah]

True amusement flashes in her eyes.

"I see that witchers and Warders may have some things in common. Very well, I shall do so, if possible."

[bialy_wilk]

He lifts his brows at her, but doesn't sit back.

"Warders?"

[blue_ajah]

"You may think of them as battle-ready companions to Aes Sedai," she explains. "Skill with the sword is a part of Warder training."

[bialy_wilk]

"Hm." Sounds like knights, to him, although knights aren't usually sworn just to one lady. Or, if they are, it tends to be a one-way connection. "Interesting concept. Maybe just as well our mages and sorceresses haven't thought of it yet."

[blue_ajah]

"It can be an effective partnership, bringing a nice balance of skills." She gives the faintest of shrugs. "Do your sorceresses and mages have no need of such things?"

[bialy_wilk]

"I try not to involve myself with the workings of our sorceresses and mages," he says, dry. "They'd probably think it's a great idea."

[blue_ajah]

"I see." Amusement flickers in the dark eyes once more. "Then for your sake, perhaps it is just as well."

[bialy_wilk]

"Someone would probably end up trying to combine the two things, witchers and Warders," Geralt says, a faint twitch to his mouth in response to her amusement.

"Can't imagine that would go well."

[blue_ajah]

"Perhaps not," she allows. "Although perhaps it might not be something one minded, if they did not find the company of sorceresses objectionable."

She manages to say it with a perfectly straight face, despite the amusement in her eyes.

[bialy_wilk]

That twitch to his mouth grows a little more pronounced. "Normally it's the witchers sorceresses find objectionable," he points out. "You'll have to let me know if that's a universal opinion."

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine smiles. "Apparently not, at present," she observes. "I have no objections to speak of."

[bialy_wilk]

"So far, anyway." He smiles back, slight, and sits up to retrieve his wine. "But the night's young."

[blue_ajah]

"I suppose it is, at that." It is, of course, a true statement. "I admit to some curiosity. Why do you say that sorceresses normally find witchers objectionable?"