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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine is in her room, sitting at the small table. Lacking her journal, which Will still has in his possession, the Aes Sedai is writing something on a piece of stationery, with occasional pauses for thought and glances at certain flowers in a nearby waterglass.*

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[balletrat]

*There comes a knock on the door.

It's a cheerful, exuberant rat-tat-a-tat, which should tell you who it is.*

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine turns to the door with a serene smile, and calls out,*

Come in; it is not locked.

[balletrat]

*The door obediently swings open, and Meg bounces in. She looks happy, healthy, and in high spirits.*

Guess where I just came back from!

[blue_ajah]

*She tilts her head, looking at Meg with serene amusement.*

I shall suppose either your room, downstairs in the bar ... or perhaps Paris?

[balletrat]

A specific shop in Paris, to be precise, *Meg says cheerfully,* and I think you know the one.

*She starts to rummage in her tutu, drops the Phantom's mask on the floor, and tugs out a large . . . dressmaker's dummy.

With a dress on it.*

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine blinks, and then rises from her chair with a soft laugh.*

Your tutu has unexpected amounts of space and depth, does it not? How very convenient.

*Her eyes are fixed on the dress, though, and Moiraine moves across the room to touch the silk gently.*

[balletrat]

Don't ask me how it got the whole extra-dimensional thing, *Meg says, with a shrug and a grin, her eyes on Moiraine.*

So. You like it as much now as you did then?

[blue_ajah]

I do, Meg.

*Her voice is soft, and her eyes are shining.*

I still like it, very much.

[balletrat]

*Meg dips an over-elaborate curtsey, and grins wickedly, but there's something deeper in her eyes than that.*

Well. Then my work here is done.

[blue_ajah]

For the present, at least. But, wait--

*Moiraine remembers something then, and goes to her closet, where she pulls out the blue dress that Meg had loaned her before. She looks at it for a moment before handing it to the girl, then says,*

Thank you for the loan of this, Meg. It is a nice dress, and I think the color must look well on you, with your hair and your complexion, do you not agree?

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles.*

Is that a subtle hint or something? As to wedding gear?

Andrew, *she adds, with a small smile,* picked the color.

[blue_ajah]

Then Andrew, it would appear, has good taste.

*As with so many things, Moiraine's words have a double meaning.*

But yes, Meg; I think it would do nicely. The shade is complementary to my own, after all.

[balletrat]

Well, there's no chance of me outshining the bride, so I think you're safe from that. *She beams, and then looks rather thoughtful.* I wonder if Death could get a matching one . . .

[blue_ajah]

It seems likely; she is Death. I shall mention it to her, when next we are discussing such matters.

*She looks thoughtful for a moment, then smiles again at Meg.*

I do thank you, and I did enjoy seeing Paris.

[balletrat]

You don't have to thank me for anything - I always love showing off my city. *Meg grins, and heads for the door, turning around to say,*

Now. You sit, and think with gravity on the big life step you're about to make. Or something.

*before heading out the door.*

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine laughs softly at that as Meg leaves, and turns back to look at her wedding dress once more. The Aes Sedai knows that the true commitment was made previously, when the bond between them was formed and then not broken; all that remains is the ceremony acknowledging it.*