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[blue_ajah]

[OOC: From here.]

*The air near the bar shimmers and parts, and Moiraine appears, with Roland beside her. The Aes Sedai lets go of the key at her throat and releases his hand, then nods to him.*

You were a welcome guest.

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[silver_flecks]

Del is there. On a chair.

This rhymes. We're out of time.

Legs in air. Her feet are bare.

Hands on ground. Birds all around.

"HeLlO sIstEr LaDy."

...What, you expected great poetry?

[lastgunslinger]

Any creature who calls Moiraine sister is likely another one of the Seven.

And Roland...well. He's back in Milliways, and while he is better, now, he's not in a mood to tangle with one of the Seven he has not yet met.

So: a quick half-bow, a low "Thankee-sai", and Roland turns to the bar to get dinner to take upstairs.

[blue_ajah]

*She nods a farewell to the departing Roland, and turns to Del.*

Good evening, Del. I am very glad to see you, as it happens.

[silver_flecks]

Del staaaares.

"...ArE yOu FeElInG weLl?"

[blue_ajah]

I am as well as may be expected.

*Quietly, and calmly, but there is something dark in her eyes.*

I have need to speak with your oldest brother, Del; can you aid me?

[silver_flecks]

Her eyes shift.

Blue to green to blue to green to blue.

"DeStInY? WhY?"

[blue_ajah]

Because his visit the other day has caused... difficulties... for Dream, and I would see such prevented in the future, if it may be done.

*Very, very carefully poised, as she speaks.*

[silver_flecks]

Blue.

Green.

Amber.

Blue and green.

Perhaps the in between was a trick of the light.

there's never been a trick of the light before

"If YoU wAnT. I cAn. I cAN hElP. I cAn Do ThAt."

[blue_ajah]

Thank you, Del.

*She saw the color shift, but Moiraine says nothing, distracted by her own pressing concern.*

Now, perhaps, if it is not too much trouble?

[silver_flecks]

"NoW?" She seems puzzled at the word for a moment before she reaches out and takes Moiraine's hand. "thEN, MaYbE, ToO."

And they're gone.

and if it is worth noting that the smell Del leaves behind is not of sweat and old wine, but of orange peels and crushed mint leaves, well, there is no one about to note, and the scent fades quickly