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[creator_raven]

The back door opens, very deliberately

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[blue_ajah]

Over at her table, Moiraine glances up from her work and takes note of him.

The Aes Sedai smiles, and nods her head in greeting.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks at her in silence for several moments.

Then he blinks once, very slowly.

"Moiraine. I had wondered if you would be here."

Wonder is too strong a word, in some ways.

[blue_ajah]

She tilts her head, studying him.

"Is it that you expected I would be elsewhere?"

[creator_raven]

Raven just watches her in turn, unmoving.

"Given what walks in the forest these days, I thought it better not to assume at all."

[nitro_is_ace]

And then there is an Ace, and cookies. Cookies with red and green M&M's, even. Evidently Bar thought it important to make note that it is now December, local time.

"Hullo Bird." She grins as she settles the plate on the table, and snags a seat for herself, spreading her notes across the table as well. Yes, the translation project is still a go. Ace is tenatious, if nothing else.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks at her, unblinking.

"Ace."

Then, almost as an afterthought--

"My sister."

[nitro_is_ace]

She eyes him, grinning crookedly as she snags a cookie and tucking her pencil behind her ear.
"That'd be the one. What, y'tryin' t'sweet-talk me into sommat? Must be bad, if y'think I need undue convincin'. A'right, what's up t'night then?"

[creator_raven]

He's still watching her, body unnaturally still.

"I came inside."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote is decked out, tonight. Short denim skirt, tall boots, strings of turquoise around her neck, and beads in her hair. She wears tradition like armor, tonight.

Or perhaps like an anchor.

"What are you doing here?"

[creator_raven]

Waking up.

He looks at her levelly out of fathomless black eyes.

"Remembering."

[howling_laugh]

"I never understood why you would want it all. You choose the fucking strangest things and times to forget and remember, Raven."

She narrows her eyes at him.

[creator_raven]

"Whim and necessity, Coyote."

His voice is calm, matter-of-fact.

"Or so it was."

[silver_flecks]

For some.

There's a woman with red hair that's red that's blood that's strawberries that's neon green that's sunshine that's black feathers with viscous fluid dripping on them that's just red hair staring back into his black eyes.

One of hers is blue, and one of them is green, and the silver flecks in them make

the prettiest
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patterns

you can imagine as they float across the pupil.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks back at the woman, meeting those wildly patterned eyes.

His own are wide, and black, and fathomless.

"Del."

He inclines his head slightly.

Just slightly.

And he still fails to blink.

[silver_flecks]

Her head just tilts for a moment.

And she's smiling, and it's not cruel and it's not kind.

It's just

different

and not from anything in particular.

Just different.

"Raven."

It's not Delirium and it's not Delight and it's not anything that comes (before) after (now) or anything else.

It's just Del.

[creator_raven]

He blinks once. Slowly.

"Not quite."

"Not now."

Here is where he would normally take a breath.

"But it will serve."

For now.

[river_meimei]

Someone, under a booth, is staring back.

[creator_raven]

It takes Raven some time to look down.

But eventually he does, black eyes wide and very dark.

"I would offer you a chair, but you seem comfortable where you are."

Comfortable is the wrong word, really.

[river_meimei]

It is.

River's eyes are wide, and dark, and human.

Very soft, "Are you?"

Her hands are around her ankles, clenched tight.

[creator_raven]

"It is a change."

He doesn't shrug.

"I am familiar with those."