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Gwion is at the bar with a cup of tea in front of him. His head is bowed, his shoulders hunched. His thumb runs over the end of the harp string on his right wrist, worrying it.

The soundboard of his new harp, he has decided, is going to be made of cedar.

It's a start.

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[blue_ajah]

"A peculiarity of this place, perhaps."

Said with a serene smile.

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"I've seen no one else with that particular ability -- I hope you will forgive me if I was taken aback." Still a little wry; he sips from the cup.

[blue_ajah]

"You may yet meet another," she replies. "I am no longer the only Aes Sedai who has been known to frequent this place, upon occasion."

"Nynaeve Sedai is her name." Moiraine says it serenely, and without any hint whatsoever as to what she thinks of Nynaeve.

"And it is just as well, perhaps, that you have not had occasion to observe such."

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

His head tilts. "Is it?"

[blue_ajah]

"Perhaps," she murmurs. "For one thing, it means that you have not been in need of Healing of the sort that I have provided in the past."

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Lightly: "That is a very good thing, then, yes." A quick smile.

[blue_ajah]

"I would not disagree," she says, smiling serenely back.

Moiraine is holding herself poised, although her head is tilted slightly as she studies him.

"Certainly you are more accepting of such than others have been, however."

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"I am used to seeing wonders." Still lightly. "And I know you mean me no harm."

Said lightly.

Not meant lightly.

Moiraine's smart; this is reassurance.

[blue_ajah]

"I am pleased to hear that, as well."

Both parts of it. Moiraine sips her tea, and gives him a faint smile.