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milliways_bar2013-02-03 12:27 pm
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Her restlessness has been growing.
("In a sense, it feels as though almost all my life ahead of this day has become uncertain."
"Moiraine, you dwell in this place... a woman out of your own world and out of your time."
"My devotion to the mysteries of this world transcends any single law enforcement agency... it's my responsibility to go where I can do some good."
"I hope you find your answers, whatever they may be.")
Moiraine has her suspicions, if at present barely more than that, as to what the source of her growing unease may be, but as yet she cannot confirm them.
(And if she is to undertake what comes after if she is correct in this, then she must, she must be absolutely certain, without doubt or question.)
Thus it happens that the Aes Sedai may be found on this particular afternoon within the walls of Milliways, a gently-steaming pot of tea near at hand, and her attention focused on studying one of the books that Tom Riddle had so graciously retrieved for her some time ago.
There are not many here these days who would recognize the Karaethon Cycle for what it is, and perhaps fewer still who might grasp the significance of her interest in it now. Still, she makes no attempt to conceal what it is that she is reading.
Unusual, that.
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("In a sense, it feels as though almost all my life ahead of this day has become uncertain."
"Moiraine, you dwell in this place... a woman out of your own world and out of your time."
"My devotion to the mysteries of this world transcends any single law enforcement agency... it's my responsibility to go where I can do some good."
"I hope you find your answers, whatever they may be.")
Moiraine has her suspicions, if at present barely more than that, as to what the source of her growing unease may be, but as yet she cannot confirm them.
(And if she is to undertake what comes after if she is correct in this, then she must, she must be absolutely certain, without doubt or question.)
Thus it happens that the Aes Sedai may be found on this particular afternoon within the walls of Milliways, a gently-steaming pot of tea near at hand, and her attention focused on studying one of the books that Tom Riddle had so graciously retrieved for her some time ago.
There are not many here these days who would recognize the Karaethon Cycle for what it is, and perhaps fewer still who might grasp the significance of her interest in it now. Still, she makes no attempt to conceal what it is that she is reading.
Unusual, that.
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"Likely you are not for being the least of these. So."
It's like he's met her before.
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"Likely not," the Aes Sedai allows.
"How are matters with you this day, Raven?
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"It is not so boring, I do not think."
Not least because there are people for him to torment!
Er.
Teach.
Yes.
"There are always new stories, here and elsewhere, yes? So."
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Laughter lurks in the dark eyes, although her tone remains equable.
"And yes, so long as the Wheel continues to turn, I believe there are."
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"You, I am thinking, are also not so very bored?"
She's got books, for one.
And Dale Cooper, for another.
Even if Cooper is not currently here.
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"I would say that I am not bored, no."
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"Possibly it is searching that you are for, yes? It is not so much a change, that."
Something vast and dark moves behind his eyes. For once, it lingers.
"You have been very good, I think, at not letting go."
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"There is letting go," the Aes Sedai says, finally, "and there is leaving behind that which is finished."
She puts a very light emphasis on one word only. A single beat of silence follows, soft as snowfall.
"It is important, sometimes, to know which is which."
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His smile is small and crooked as he says it, but the only sadness is in his eyes.
Even that does not last.
"This, too, is not a surprise."
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"I do not wish it to be, Raven. If nothing else, have no fear of that. Almost, I wish..."
She cuts her words there, and takes a small, slightly shaky breath. When she speaks again, her tone is once more calm.
"It is not certain, of course; very little is. But I grow more restless by the day, and I no longer believe that it is a lack of activity, or anything of that nature, that causes this growing unease."
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He tucks her against his side, regardless, in something like a half embrace.
Soon there may be much less time for such things.
"It is the cause you are so much for seeking first, yes? Though the solution, I am thinking, will be more tricky yet."
For many reasons.
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"Even if you would not call it so."
Moiraine sighs, adding,
"Yes. I suspect that the answer, whatever it may turn out to be, will be best served by being certain of the cause before I do anything else."
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It pains him to say it.
A lot.
"While there is time."
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"Yes."
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"That, I am thinking, is the other trick. So."
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"It may, in fact, be what lies at the heart of everything, although that is yet to be seen."
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He flicks his fingers at her book, almost idly.
(But not quite.)
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"I do believe I know these prophecies by heart. And yet... I cannot risk the chance that there may be some hint, some nuance previously overlooked, that may give insight into the whole."
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"The world, I think is always changing. So, too, is what one is for seeing when they look."
Or read, as the case may be.
"It is why prophecy is a tricksier thing than most."
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"I have found that experience is useful when it comes to being able to tell what it is that one is seeing."
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"It is, perhaps, not the only thing that is useful."
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"No, of course it is not. However..."
Her gaze turns from mildly exasperated to searching.
"... is there something in particular of which you speak?"
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Yet.
"Possibly there is cheating, yes?"
He grins.
"But not just yet. So."
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"'And light shall fail, and dawn shall not come, and still the captive rails. His blood shall give us the Light. Wait upon the Light.'"
Her fingers come to rest on the book's pages, but her gaze does not waver from Raven's.
"'By the Dragon came our pain, and by the Dragon was the wound repaired.'"
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Raven only wrinkles his nose a little bit.
"Still, it is not so much seamless."
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