She can feel herself starting to shiver, the threads in her fingers taking on a glimmer as her hands begin to tremble.
Ignoring the feeling of strain-- she knows her limits, and she has not reached them, not yet -- Moiraine focuses on the grey-brown branch as it stretches back toward her.
The Wheel of Time turns, and as it does, that which dies returns again to the world. Rand al'Thor's very existence is proof; the Dragon was Reborn. The Borderlanders' vow whispers in her mind and as it does, she whispers it aloud.
"Under the Light," she murmurs, concentrating. "By my hope of salvation and rebirth--"
The tendril twists around her finger and sprouts new spring-green leaves of light from the grey branch.
Moiraine glances up at Harrow, and her eyes widen at the sight of blood.
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Ignoring the feeling of strain-- she knows her limits, and she has not reached them, not yet -- Moiraine focuses on the grey-brown branch as it stretches back toward her.
The Wheel of Time turns, and as it does, that which dies returns again to the world. Rand al'Thor's very existence is proof; the Dragon was Reborn. The Borderlanders' vow whispers in her mind and as it does, she whispers it aloud.
"Under the Light," she murmurs, concentrating. "By my hope of salvation and rebirth--"
The tendril twists around her finger and sprouts new spring-green leaves of light from the grey branch.
Moiraine glances up at Harrow, and her eyes widen at the sight of blood.