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[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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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."

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.

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."

"Tea, then?"

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

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.

Red teapot and cups. Alas. No black roses.

Roland carries the tray and pours.

"That's the second time I've seen him in the Dreaming."

"That would seem significant, then, perhaps."

Calmly, as she accepts the tea.

"In what way?"

"Need is the key, in Tel'aran'rhiod."

Moiraine takes a sip from her cup.

"It is the key to many things; travel, seeking, and finding are among them."

Roland wonders how it's possible for Moiraine to say so much without really saying anything.

He, too, drinks his tea.

After a moment or two, she sets her teacup on the table in front of her and turns it about, idly.

"Did he advise you, before?"

Roland nods. "He did." Pause. "Glad to see he didn't bring his desert with him this time."

One eyebrow arches at this.

"I would not have expected that. Intriguing, I think, that the landscape would have been affected so."

"Very intriguing."

Roland studies her for a moment, curious.

"Need is the key," she repeats.

"It would not have done so had there not been a need for it, in a sense, perhaps."

A slight smile. "Perhaps."

He misses talking with Joe. Even when Joe's a bastard.

"Perhaps," she agrees. "It is something to keep in mind."

Moiraine studies him for a moment, dark eyes revealing nothing of her thoughts, and then nods.

"If you do not mind, Roland, I think that I shall take my leave for the evening."

"Not at all." And he smiles. "My regards to your lord. Long days and pleasant nights."

"And may you have twice the number."

Moiraine smiles serenely back, and rises from the table.

"Light illumine and protect you... and yours."

And with that, she is gone.

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