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[not_only_wisdom]

[OOM: Just moments before--]

"You will survive, you bloody woolheaded man, if I have to

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[transgenic_max]

Hmm. Glowing person. Interesting.

A young woman sitting a few yards away is watching her intently, expression somewhere between curiousity and wariness. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that here. Really don't want to have to toss anyone in the cells tonight." A moment's pause, then, "You're new." It's not a question, though there might be a slight bit of sympathy creeping into her tone.

The transition's always rough.

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve turns to her, jaw still set, eyes snapping bright.

"Tossing? You think you can--"

She stifles herself, hand dropping from her braid and fury vanishing from her face. She is not quite serene, really, but she's certainly composed.

"I do not intend to cause trouble, certainly."

[transgenic_max]

"Good. It happens enough on it's own without being given any help..." She smiles faintly. "Now that the threats are out of the way, welcome to Milliways. Have you ever been here before?"

[not_only_wisdom]

"Oh, it does at that."

She very nearly mutters this, hand creeping up to her braid before being firmly set down at her side.

"Milliways?"

[boundxkitty]

[ooc:*pokes at the new WoT character because it's her favorite one.* OoOo! Now I'm sad I have to sleep...]

[not_only_wisdom]

[ooc: I like her! She will return! Soon!]

[boundxkitty]

[ooc: Yay! I will definitely be watching for her. But now...sleep..ewww]

[blue_ajah]

From across the room, two figures move slowly toward Nynaeve.

Both should be familiar, although it has been some time indeed since she will have seen the woman clad in blue... and never quite like this.

Despite the wounded shoulder, Moiraine looks serenely composed, standing beside Rand al'Thor.

"Nynaeve. It has been a while; since Cairhien, as I recall."

[not_only_wisdom]

If Nynaeve had looked furious before, now she is incandescent with rage.

Well, rage and the glow of saidar. Her hand yanks so firmly on her braid it seems like she is attempting to pull it out of her head.

She barely notices Rand--not yet.

"Light burn you Moiraine, where have you been? He needed you."

Which 'he' she is referring to seems up for debate. She might mean Rand.

The wound, of course, has not yet registered.

[blue_ajah]

"It is not the Light that has burned me," she murmurs dryly, with composure unchanged.

"I have been where it was necessary for me to be."

[flame_and_void]

Standing there at Moiraine's side, he nods politely to Nynaeve. Best to not interrupt this conversation for the time being.

two at once is two too many to have around

Giggling echoes in his mind. He ignores it.