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[taishar_malkier]

Moiraine came to the House of Arch tonight. She listened to their news, with crisp agreement for Nynaeve's furious snappishness about Zuko, and gave her own in very careful terms. She would be spending the night, because tomorrow she planned to meet with a friend to provide aid for her own world. Yes, Nita fights against the Shadow, and Moiraine

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[flame_and_void]

Without much fanfare, Rand walks downstairs into the bar, and stops next to Lan. He nods to the man, knowing he was heard and seen likely before he was even halfway down the steps.

"Evening to you, Lan."

[flame_and_void]

The day passes as the forms are continued, and well into the evening as the lights of the bar come on and illuminate the trainer and the trainee.

Having long ago shed his shirt to remain cool, Rand stands passively. The void is there, as is the flame, and naught else.

He moves with fluid sureness, stepping through each movement with intent and action. The sword cuts through the air, but it does not yet sing.

[taishar_malkier]

It will. Not today, not tomorrow, but it will.

Eventually, Rand will stop for the night. He'll tie hilt to scabbard again with the peace-knot, and they will talk more. About Forsaken, and war, and developments in the bar and in the world beyond.

For now, though, the lesson, and the old familiar dance of sword-work. There's a great deal to relearn, but here they at least have time.