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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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Dark eyes seem almost to weigh her, and then Moiraine inclines her head slightly.

"It is a risk. There is risk in many things, and some risks carry reward." A pause. "As long as one is aware of the risk and the associated price."

*Meg grins a little, ruefully.*

No one knows everything, though.

So exactly figuring out how much risk and how much reward there might be - well, sometimes you just have to guess. Otherwise opportunities could be lost.

"No one mortal knows everything." It is a quiet amendment. "Although more can be learned than one might think."

If, *Meg says wryly,* you've got the time and patience for it. And the headspace.

And sometimes there's stuff you don't want to know.

"It is often better to know than not to know, I have found." A pause.

"But that may be my own preference."

You're stronger than I am, *Meg says, simply.*

And you've got more of a chance to do things about what you know.

She tilts her head, studying her niece.

"Do you think so?"

It takes more sometimes to accept things than to try and change them. Or I guess to know when they can be changed and when they can't.

*Meg shrugs.* I almost always try to change things I know. Haven't really succeeded in any of it, so far - not since I've been here. So sometimes I think it's better if I don't know.

"It is a fine balance to strike, I think." Thoughtfully, almost academically.

"But it is not impossible."

Well, *Meg says, with a rueful grin,* like I said, you seem to do it okay.

"I am much older than you, Meg. I have had practice, and a background that is ... uniquely suited for such things."

*Meg looks at her for a second.*

And that has a price too, I know.

"Most things do."

Serenely.

"Although not all, perhaps."