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[white_flowers]

[From here.]

She walks, with halting movement, into the bar through the lake door. Deep crimson marks her white cloak along her left hip and side, and scorch-marks are visible along the hem. Her left hand is hidden in its folds, and her right hand is pressed tightly to her ribcage, covering a slowly spreading bloodstain.

Despite all this, the White Rider does not look particularly displeased-- until she spies Merriman, who jerks to a halt at her entrance. Her ice-blue gaze as she looks at him is cold and arrogant, and then she turns away without a word.

Limping slightly, she starts for the stairs.


[OOC: Warning for violence in this post too, now.]

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[blue_ajah]

There is a moment's pause only, in which she glances back toward where the Rider had gone, and then Moiraine glides after Ace.

She pauses as she reaches the TARDIS, studying it -- and against her expectations, the door 'snicks' open.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace isn't in the dimly lit console room, but her coat is hanging on the coatstand by the door. There's only one other door, and the TARDIS has thoughtfully highlighted it in white light. There's only one other door in the hallway beyond as well.

In that one other room, Ace is curled up in front of the roaring fireplace, the rain coming down heavily on the barely-seen rosegarden outside, Magic curled up beside her doing her best to be helpful. Ace is clinging to the lanky dog, bawling into the short black fur.

[blue_ajah]

The Doberman whimpers a little as Moiraine enters the room, but makes no move to stir from Ace's side.

She hesitates at the door, and then her lips tighten as she reprimands herself for her uncertainty.

Moiraine glides over the floor, and reaches out to place a gentle hand on the other woman's shoulder as she sinks silently to the ground near Ace, waiting.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It takes a while, residual anger and resentment keeping her back, but eventually she gives in to Moiraine's calming presence and leans against the ajah instead, sobbing until exhaustion from the night's events comes and takes her away from it all for a little while.