(no subject)
The letters are finished, finally; all of the letters, those both expected and which will likely be less so. All that yet remains is for them to be delivered. Timing is essential, especially in this sort of matter; Moiraine knows this all too well.
She will see to it soon enough. For now, the Aes Sedai is seated in the bar at the table she prefers, with a cup of tea at hand. A light repast of fruit, bread, and cheese sits untouched on a plate nearby, as most of her attention is given over to watching the room.
(And if her regard is occasionally more lingering than usual, almost as if she is trying to commit something to memory, what of it?)
All things are part of the Pattern. Some more so than others.
She will see to it soon enough. For now, the Aes Sedai is seated in the bar at the table she prefers, with a cup of tea at hand. A light repast of fruit, bread, and cheese sits untouched on a plate nearby, as most of her attention is given over to watching the room.
(And if her regard is occasionally more lingering than usual, almost as if she is trying to commit something to memory, what of it?)
All things are part of the Pattern. Some more so than others.