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As the air parts, she simply appears near her preferred table. Moiraine is carrying an anthology of poetry again this evening, and has a small notebook as well.

The Aes Sedai settles at her table and opens her books, with an idle glance around the bar.

[Summary: Elaine brings tea at Dream's request and is convinced to take a short break, in which she and Moiraine discuss Elaine's family and background, with great canon similarity identified, and then move into feminism and finally discussion of their worlds. Morpheus appears, and Moiraine thanks him for his consideration, and then they are simply cute together for a while. Later, she and Roland discuss Cort's arrival and whether or not Roland should tell him things about the future; at some point later, Peter Pevensie asks her to Heal Caspian (although the healing is rejected in Caspian's thread). Afterwards, she returns to her table and is joined by Bran, who discusses poetry with her-- and is stunned by a plotty revelation. Meg drops by and tells Moiraine that she'll be joining the ranks-of-pseudo-immortal-mortals after her own death, and this is still under discussion, as the thread is slowtimed. Finally, Nita Callahan introduces herself and asks for help with a problem that concerns Asmodean, which immediately gets Moiraine's full attention... (Say it with me, folks: slowtimed.)]

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"One does not always have to like a person in order to learn from them."

It has the air of a fact being pointed out, and one that she is familiar with, at that.

"Cuthbert especially -- we returned from Mejis, and...I was a gunslinger then. I'd had my guns for a little over four months by then, and lived with the 'prentices. Cuthbert and Alain hadn't had their trials by then, and Cort treated them as such. Cuthbert...didn't like that."

"I can imagine not."

Moiraine inclines her head slightly.

"I have some awareness of a not-dissimilar situation, as it happens."

"Do you say so?"

"I do." Calmly. "But we were speaking of you and yours, were we not?"

Roland backs off.

"We were." Pause. "When he was here...the door opened for him on Gilead. And I saw it." A small smile. "Summer, at night."

"As it was... before." There is an odd pause, and then she nods slightly, and there is something wry in her tone.

"Memory is all that is left, it has been said before."

"Unless," says the gunslinger, also wry, "you are here."

She inclines her head to him, acknowledging the point, and her smile is more genuine than serenely composed.