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[lastgunslinger]

[Immediately previous, in the Dreaming. Conversation.]

The air by the bar kind of...moves.

And then there is an Aes Sedai and a gunslinger of Gilead.

Roland lets go of Moiraine's hand and looks around. SSDD.

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[blue_ajah]

She is a small woman, particularly in comparison to someone of Roland's height, but it seems not to matter. Poised and very composed, Moiraine glances around the room as well, then up at him.

"You are welcome to visit again whenever you wish."

[lastgunslinger]

No. It doesn't matter.

Roland bows slightly. "My very great thanks, lady-sai."

Maybe next time it won't even be because Roland needs to escape.

[blue_ajah]

She inclines her head serenely in return, and glances around the room once more.

"I should return soon, I think; but I will stay for a time, if you wish."

[lastgunslinger]

"Tea, then?"

And maybe this time the cups won't have black roses on them.

[blue_ajah]

Light send it may be so.

"That would be very pleasant, I think." As Roland gestures for her to lead the way, she glides toward her preferred table.

[sai_delgado]

After Moiraine departs, Susan approaches from where she had been sitting with Faith.

And oh, but she is pale and mayhap nervous, but her soft words are clear.

"Goodeven, Roland. Long days and pleasant nights."

[lastgunslinger]

"May you have twice the number, Susan." His voice is calm, and there's a hint of a smile.

This isn't her fault.

[sai_delgado]

(we both know how you are at keeping secrets from loved ones)

Desire had been right, oh aye, and even as she flashes a quick smile in return, Susan's hands are twisting together helplessly.

But oh, the feel of the ring on her finger makes her realize what it is that she's doing, say true, and she forces herself to stop, clasping both hands together at her waist, instead.

"I'd-- I'd speak with ye, if ye'd not mind it."

[lastgunslinger]

"And if you'd speak, I'd hear."

Roland nods to the chair that Moiraine had occupied a few moments before.

[sai_delgado]

She sits down, and is quiet for a moment, visibly searching for words. For oh, she'd known that she must speak with him, had wanted to-- but now that the moment is here, her throat seems to have closed up, say true.

(give my love her fondest wish)

For some reason, as she looks at him, she finds herself thinking of a much younger Roland that she had met here at Milliways... who she had still loved, oh aye, and who had left her--

(if it is, my dear, I will)

--and that with her blessing.

(go with my love)

Softly, she asks, "Do'ee remember the day thee first called us ka-tet?"

[river_meimei]

River has a book in her hand, and a small smile on her face, as she drifts over.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland's face relaxes into a smile. "Hile. You got the note?"

[river_meimei]

"It turned into a flower," River says solemnly. "Several people commented."

She's still smiling, a little.

[lastgunslinger]

"Talented note." He nods at a chair. "How have you been?"

[river_meimei]

"It's gifted," she agrees, and drops into the chair. The book is absently deposited on the table.

Then she brightens, a lot. "He came back. Flew until everything was new." Earnest and expectant, waiting for his reaction.

[balletrat]

*At some post-Moiraine, and post her own conversation with Xander, Meg heads over, looking faintly worried.

There's news she has to spread.*

Hey, Roland.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland looks up, smiling faintly -- and then the smile's gone. "Long days and pleasant nights."

[balletrat]

And twice the number to you, *Meg agrees, and hesitates, and then gets right to the point.*

Lilly asked that I pass a message to the people who know her -

[lastgunslinger]

Roland's head lifts.

He nods.

"Say on."

[balletrat]

Her mother the salope came into the bar, the other night, *Meg says, shortly,* and guilted her into going back home to help her brother out of a fix. Something to do with being blamed for Lilly's death - her brother, that is, not her mother who should be blamed -

[silver_flecks]

"...She was right. You look like a pineapple."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland straightens.

And turns.

"Cry your pardon?"

[silver_flecks]

"Pardon granted. No tears, please. I don't like tears. They're sticky and draw flies. Crying's bad that way. Do you go well with mangos and strawberries in a smoothie?"

[lastgunslinger]

...oh shit.

"No. I don't."

[silver_flecks]

"Pity. I like smoothies. They whirl around in the blendamathingummy like a pool that drags you down til the air flows out of your lungs and the water flows in, and the blood vessels break, and you can't breathe, and then you die. Sad."

She giggles.