milliways_bar | (no subject)

"How are they doing?"

He's been out of touch for a while, and regrets it in a distant way. Being, however, Dream he is not sure how to change matters.

Better, I think, than they had been for some time.

*The look in her eyes is thoughtful, and somehow distantly sad.*

Bran did not react well to the experience of magic in the Tower, it seems.

"It was not easy on anyone."

He squeezes her hand, gently, and touches the back of her neck in silent offer of a hug.

"With time, he may grow to accept it. Or, at the least, to accept Will."

*She arches her neck slightly into the touch, and moves closer to him.*

No, I suppose it was not, at that. I must speak to Tom, soon, I think.

*Moiraine looks up at him.*

It is an adaptation to make, to become used to Power. I expect Bran shall do so, with time.

He massages the back of her neck with soft, firm circles of his fingers and smiles slightly.

"He has at least one very good friend to help him."

He does, at that.

*Moiraine smiles.*

And I am certain that Will would be quite pleased to do so.

"Exactly."

With a slightly distant tone, one that says he's remembering his own time spent within something more-or-less tower like, and the people who came to his aid.

*She reaches up and brushes her hand over his cheek again, seeking to distract him from dark thoughts.*

Do you enjoy carols, then? Or anything of this upcoming holiday?

He rests his face against her hand.

"Human holidays mean little to me. If you wish, however, I would have no reason not to participate in whatever rituals comfort you."

*A faint smile touches her face.*

It is not a holiday from my world, Morpheus. We have something near the same time, called the Feast of Lights, but it is not quite the same. I am learning about this one myself, you see, as it seems the bar intends to celebrate it, and as many of those here do. *She looks again at the decorations.*

He nods again, and then tilts her head back toward his face with a gentle hand;

"Would you like me to assist you in celebrating your Feast of Lights?"

*For some reason, this stains Moiraine's cheek with crimson, and she laughs softly, shaking her head.*

No, please. It is an exceptionally ... boisterous holiday in Cairhien. I preferred the celebration in Tar Valon, but still-- there will be no singing and dancing in the streets here, nor will the White Tower be lit at every window, so it would not be anything like there. I am not distressed to miss it.

Although I do thank you for the offer.

*She is still blushing slightly, but is clearly amused at the thought.*

He raises a brow at her blush, but nods and allows the subject to drop. Being Dream, he doesn't feel the need to find out the details of why she blushed.

"It is late, my dear. May I take you to your room?"

*Moiraine smiles up at him.*

I should be pleased for your escort.

He offers her his hands, and then they depart.