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milliways_bar2009-05-12 09:18 pm
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The visit to the library had led to curiosity; and curiosity, in turn, to research. Research had led to questions, and then to a thoughtful conversation with Pete Martell, and finally to a decision.
It is, perhaps, more of a relief than she will admit to have a new direction, and something of new purpose.
A slight smile curves her lips as she steps into Milliways for the first time in weeks, and Moiraine glides briskly toward the bar with the intention of first obtaining a cup of tea and then figuring out the rate of exchange between the finances in her account and the currency used in Twin Peaks.
What she receives first is a note; and when she reads it, the Aes Sedai goes pale with shock.
Moiraine looks deathly ill, and very much on the verge of fainting.
It is, perhaps, more of a relief than she will admit to have a new direction, and something of new purpose.
A slight smile curves her lips as she steps into Milliways for the first time in weeks, and Moiraine glides briskly toward the bar with the intention of first obtaining a cup of tea and then figuring out the rate of exchange between the finances in her account and the currency used in Twin Peaks.
What she receives first is a note; and when she reads it, the Aes Sedai goes pale with shock.
Tarmon Gai'don is over. The battle is won.One hand clutches at the bar for balance as she sways on her feet; the paper, utterly forgotten, crumples in her grasp.
Nynaeve and I are returning now to Shayol Ghul, and al'Thor, and the duty that waits. I will hope to see you again.
Lan
Moiraine looks deathly ill, and very much on the verge of fainting.
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