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There is only so long that a person can work on any one thing -- or any of several things -- before becoming restless. This holds true even if one is Aes Sedai. Moiraine merely hides it better than most, but idleness has never been something she enjoys, and therefore she chooses to work in the bar this evening.
I must have patience, she tells herself as she glides downstairs into the room, places an order for tea and settles at a spacious booth with several sheets of paper, a pen, and her journals -- all of them. She begins to flip back and forth between them, cross-checking references and occasionally making a cryptic note on the paper.
I fear that there is so little time left... what under the Light is he planning?
Moiraine sighs, and absently presses a couple of fingers to her temple, rubbing away a headache.
I must have patience, she tells herself as she glides downstairs into the room, places an order for tea and settles at a spacious booth with several sheets of paper, a pen, and her journals -- all of them. She begins to flip back and forth between them, cross-checking references and occasionally making a cryptic note on the paper.
I fear that there is so little time left... what under the Light is he planning?
Moiraine sighs, and absently presses a couple of fingers to her temple, rubbing away a headache.