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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]

"I see," she says quietly, studying Beverly's scars.

Moiraine looks up then, meeting the girl's gaze.

"It was very brave of you, I should think."

[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

Bev pulls her hands back, folding them in her lap.

"Well...It was killing people. Killing kids. And no one else knew how to stop it."

She's looking down shyly, but there's a bit of a pleased smile there.

"Anyway, it's not like it was just me. It was all of us. I think it had to be all of us."