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[After this.]
She comes in through the lake door, without quite her usual grace. Moiraine is moving blankly, almost automatically, dark eyes distant and lost in thought as she settles into a corner booth.
The sense of saidar is near and a sweetly ringing joy, but there is something else missing. The memories that brings are far less easily set aside, now.
Some things, once lost-- twice lost, in this case-- are not easily restored, if ever at all.
The Wheel weaves.
[OOC: not plot-locked, but please ping Aspenx3 before tagging? thanks.]
She comes in through the lake door, without quite her usual grace. Moiraine is moving blankly, almost automatically, dark eyes distant and lost in thought as she settles into a corner booth.
The sense of saidar is near and a sweetly ringing joy, but there is something else missing. The memories that brings are far less easily set aside, now.
Some things, once lost-- twice lost, in this case-- are not easily restored, if ever at all.
The Wheel weaves.
[OOC: not plot-locked, but please ping Aspenx3 before tagging? thanks.]