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[blue_ajah]

Shortly before sunset, Moiraine had come downstairs and gone quietly out the door to the lake. From time to time, a particularly observant or sensitive patron might well have noticed a flicker of golden or silver light near the edge of the building, or by the greenhouse, or at the fringes of the forest.

Sunset had turned into deep dusk, and now night has fallen. The Aes Sedai is still outside, gliding noiselessly over the grass under the dark of the moon. Silver fire sparks from her fingertips as she tests possibilities and considers threads.

Frequently, her gaze flicks upward as she scans rooftops and skies and the branches of trees.

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[blue_ajah]

"It might not," she replies steadily. "Still, that does not mean that I may not do everything that I can to ensure that it will be."

Dryly, with the weight of memory,

"I have done so before."

[it_has_teeth]

"Eventually, Moiraine, luck runs out."

And then he disappears from her view, far more suddenly than one might expect from a creature his size.

The surface of the lake grows still after his passage, stars reflecting faintly off the calm water.

He might not even have been there at all.