(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*Another evening, but the same room. Moiraine sits, again studying her journal. The Aes Sedai is frowning with concentration as she tries to clear the film from her mind with written reminders of earlier events and observations. Occasionally, her gaze flickers to the flowers on her writing table, or to the crystal with its blue flames on a nearby shelf.*

Comments

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Meg knocks cautiously on the door.* Er, it's me, Meg -- do you mind if I come in?

[blue_ajah]

*She looks toward the door in mild surprise, but calls out quietly.*

Come in, then -- the door is not locked.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Meg opens the door and steps in, glancing around the room as she enters.* Hello. Um, are you feeling any better?

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine sighs, very quietly.*

I am still much the same as I was the other evening, I believe. I hope that things may be otherwise soon.

How are matters with you, Meg?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm fine. *looks downcast for a moment* I'm sorry -- I hope so too.

*She takes a sip from the cup of lemon tea in her hands.*

[blue_ajah]

Thank you.

*Moiraine gestures at the other chair in a clear invitation.*

How are matters with your newfound family? I trust you are adjusting well?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*a little flatly* Yes, my papi is very nice. And so are my uncles and aunts, of course.

*She sits, careful not to spill the tea.* The muffins are a bit weird, though . . .

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine looks blank. It is apparent that she is trying to remember anything of this.*

Muffins?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Meg grins sheepishly.* Oh, did I forget to tell you? Er, maybe it wasn't the best time anyway -- well, Reg gave birth to muffins. And apparently he broke up with my papi, too.

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine stares at her for a moment, evidently confused.*

Reg...? Regulus. Yes. *Her eyes clear, but the confusion does not.*

And again, Meg, I ask -- muffins? How does one give birth to muffins?

*A pause.*

He parted ways with Desire?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*She winces.* Yes. I don't know the whole story, but -- the mufifns are doing something to him, I think. *sighs* He's convinced he's not good enough for De -- my papi.

I have no idea how he gave birth to muffins, though. *She shrugs.* Weirder things have happened, I guess.

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine frowns, and her expression is clearly one of displeasure.*

I like this not at all. Who else is aware?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*frowns* I'm not sure. Well, my papi, of course. And I think Anthy knows.

[true_desire]

Some time well after 'Meg' leaves, Desire knocks at the door: Perhaps uncharacteristically, the Endless waits for the invitation before coming in.

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine looks at the door for a long, long moment before calling out.*

Come in.

[true_desire]

The door cracks open, and the head ducking in is unmistakable: Desire offers her a small smirk, and wanders into the room, hands clasped behind the Endless. Desire's attention wanders around the room, noticing things -- The crystal and the flowers, certainly, but it's more as if Desire is familiarizing with the way things are settled.

"Good evening, Moiraine."

[blue_ajah]

*Given the evening's earlier conversation, it only takes a moment. Moiraine blinks, startled, but her tone is polite and could even be called warm.*

Good evening, Desire. How are matters with you?

[true_desire]

"As they ever are, Moiraine." Desire pauses, and changes the destination from the vanity and chair to the left, where the set up is clearly intended for guests -- and instead chooses to perch on the corner of her bed, near Moiraine's desk and the notes she is reviewing.

In sitting, however, Desire's hands have to move from behind the Endless' back, and produce what appears to be a bouquet of Dream's blue flowers. Desire offers them to Moiraine, head tilted slightly to watch her reaction.

[blue_ajah]

*She starts to answer the Endless, but is taken by surprise as Desire presents her with the flowers. Moiraine reaches out to take them, eyes bright-- and then a hint of confusion is visible as she touches them.*

Thank you, Desire; they are lovely. *A quick glance, then, at the two blue flowers in the waterglass on the table.* They are subtly different from those that I am familiar with; I did not know these could be found outside the Dreaming?

[true_desire]

"Ordinarily? They can't." Desire's legs shift slightly, and the Endless sits more comfortably on the bed: It seems less that Desire is perched there and likely to leave. "Dream wanted flowers for you, without any touch of the Dreaming."

Desire's attention turns to examining the Endless' fingernails, answer careless enough to suggest that Desire really hasn't been spending time on the matter. "... I suppose I like a challenge, and it's so rarely that he wants something I can give him."

[blue_ajah]

Without any touch of the Dreaming... I see. *Her smile is both pleased and unbearably sad.*

It was thoughtful of him, and of you as well, to have brought these in particular. It was very kind indeed. Thank you, again.

*She moves across the room to the closet, where she finds a vase of some sort, then into the washroom, where she fills it with water. Moiraine arranges the flowers in the vase, then places it on the table and retakes her seat.*

[true_desire]

"How are you, Moiraine?"

[blue_ajah]

*Her smile twists, just slightly, but her voice remains calm.*

I am as well as may be expected, I believe.

[true_desire]

Doesn't that make the both of us?

The Endless snorts quietly, and it sounds suspiciously like an aborted chuckle. "It seems to be going around, doesn't it."

[blue_ajah]

So I have heard, at that.

*She studies the Endless carefully.*

Muffins?