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milliways_bar2014-07-23 10:15 pm
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Nynaeve glides through the front door, keeping her brow unfurrowed by dint of much effort.
Dealing with Aes Sedai never really gets less irritating. All those inscrutable expressions, it's uncanny.
And given that she cannot Heal her own headache, she makes her way to the bar for a teapot full of boiling water. And a cup.
The note she receives is unexpected, but less of a surprise, in its way, than she could have imagined so many (and so few) years ago.
She folds the note and tucks it away, picking up the teapot and carrying it, and the cup, over to a nearby booth.
Waiting won't always kill a woman.
Or so she devoutly hopes.
Dealing with Aes Sedai never really gets less irritating. All those inscrutable expressions, it's uncanny.
And given that she cannot Heal her own headache, she makes her way to the bar for a teapot full of boiling water. And a cup.
The note she receives is unexpected, but less of a surprise, in its way, than she could have imagined so many (and so few) years ago.
She folds the note and tucks it away, picking up the teapot and carrying it, and the cup, over to a nearby booth.
Waiting won't always kill a woman.
Or so she devoutly hopes.