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[creator_raven]

Raven is at a different table today.

His eyes are still wide and black and fathomless, and he still fails to blink.

But his ankles are crossed under the table, toe tapping intermittently.

At least for a little while.

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[nitro_is_ace]

One might think, after their last run-in, Ace would keep her distance.

But she's had time to think.

Lots of time

And come to the conclusion that she's not about to let anyone take her brother. Not even Raven.

Thus?

There is an Ace, taking a seat. She has cookies, and cocoa, and she's ready for battle. He's her brother and she wants him back.

[creator_raven]

Raven turns his head to look at her.

From a certain angle, it might almost look tilted.

Almost.

"Ace."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Hullo, bird." She slides the plate of cookies (the ones with the edible ball bearings and sparkly sugar crystals on top) towards him. "I brought y'cookies. 'Cause y'didn't have any."

[creator_raven]

His gaze drops to the plate, if only briefly.

"Thank you."

He makes no move to touch them.

[eternal_boy]

A small bag of red and green silk is placed on the table. It smells of freshly baked cookies still warm from the oven. A quiet holiday greeting is given before he leaves.

[creator_raven]

In other times Raven would have inhaled the cookies.

As it is, he merely watches Nick set them on the table, unblinking.

They will sit there until the waitrats remove them.

[song_tra_bong]

The fact that there are no cookies present is a tell in itself.

Plus, there's something (deeper older darker) else that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Doesn't keep her away, though; instead, she pulls up a chair. "Hello there. Haven't seen you in a while."

[creator_raven]

Raven turns his head to regard her squarely.

The rest of him barely moves.

"Mary Anne."

[song_tra_bong]

She nods once, slowly.

"Raven. How are things with you?"

[creator_raven]

"Changed."

But she knew that already.

[blue_ajah]

She is composed as she glides downstairs, outwardly. To those that know her well, however, the Aes Sedai seems slightly thinner and more drawn.

As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she glances around the room. Her dark-eyed gaze falls on him, and Moiraine hesistates, watching.

[creator_raven]

Raven, it would seem, feels her gaze.

Eventually, slowly, he turns his head to look at her.

From a certain angle, it might look almost tilted.

And, of course, he watches her in turn.

[blue_ajah]

She inclines her head to him in serene greeting, then crosses the room toward him.

"Good evening." A pause. "How are matters with you?"

[creator_raven]

He watches her approach, feet growing still.

"Much the same as when we last spoke. It is not entirely unexpected."