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Harrowhark is in the bar, wearing the style of facepaint known as the Vanitas, with no lower teeth and sharp angular edges. It's good to be back in her makeup, even if the consecration was a greater undertaking than anticipated.

Although she is formally painted from the neck up, she is wearing some of the more informal clothes her room had supplied; soft trousers and a hoodie all in black. She is not wearing gloves today, because her palms are wrapped in bandages, but it is the kind of wound she is used to dealing with and it is healing quickly. The pinpricks of pain around her lips are worse, if only because it's been a very long time since she underwent the ritual of the Sewn Tongue.

She is diagramming spirals on paper, working in ink rather than blood right now. She can't spare any blood currently. She has refreshments to share, if you like faintly cucumber-flavored water and very bland, crumbly biscuits.

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"In that case, you need not be concerned," Moiraine replies, with perfect serenity.

"My esteem is given for good reason."

Harrow isn't sure if that's a compliment or a burn, but either way her face is flaming under her paint. Thank goodness she has paint.

~~Thank goodness she doesn't have ears~~ oh wait.

"Well," she says weakly. "I have carried us far afield."

"I assume that you discovered your Dragon Reborn? Since the world did not end."

"I did," she says. "Rand al'Thor. And was able to aid him in his endeavors."

To the very Pit of Doom itself, although she does not say so.

"And you were victorious? After a detour through Milliways, as you said."

"But how does that end with you leaving your world behind?"

For all her serene composure, her expression suddenly turns very wry.

"Before the Last Battle, I acted as Rand's advisor for some time. However, there came a point where I became aware that something was about to happen - one of Rand's most dangerous enemies was going to confront him, and if she won, all would be lost."

"I told no one of what I knew. And when the day came, and she struck, I ... leaped at her, carrying her through a portal and away from Rand, into imprisonment in another realm."

"Rand believed I was dead. Almost everyone did. It was necessary that they continue to do so, to preserve the best chance of success. To that end, I remained in captivity for ... quite some time."

Her tone, although still calm, is very, very level.

"But one day, I discovered a passage to this place, and things changed."

In Harrow's mental picture of these events, it must be said, even Moiraine's ageless countenance is much younger; it makes it easier to imagine Moiraine in her shoes, as the desperate and lonely adept clinging to the slim advantage this place could give her and her precious secrets that mean nothing to people from beyond her reality.

"Did you meet established residents who recognized the shape of your plight if not the details, and gave you sage advice?" she says. "Or perhaps unexpected and unlooked-for counterparts from other worlds with similar stories to tell?" Harrow doesn't laugh and rarely smiles, but there's just possibly a twinkle in her eye.

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She smiles, very slightly.

"Among others."

"And then?" she says. "You said eventually you were called back."

She inclines her head in assent.

"I was. Rand found his way to Milliways, and we encountered each other here. As there was great need, he summoned me back."

"First I was returned to my imprisonment, but Rand acted together with others here to rescue me from the Tower of Ghenjei. Afterwards, I was able to travel freely between here and my world, which enabled me to influence matters in secret. Eventually..."

She hesitates, considering.

"... there were things I learned here. I was able to use them to buy time for Rand to act."

Harrow considers the exceptionally small amount of things she knows about Moiraine and tries to put them together, and fails utterly.

"Was he your Warder?"

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Amusement is bright in her eyes.

"No."

Although she had considered it, once, until the visions of Rhuidean had shown her the possibilities.

"That would have been an exceptionally bad idea, for several reasons. I was his advisor, only. My Warder was Lan Mandragoran, Lan Gaidin."

Harrow nods, at home with people who have multiple names for different contexts. "But you said you and he parted? Was it because of your apparent demise?"

The Aes Sedai nods.

"The bond between us broke when I acted that day and fell through the portal. He was one of those who believed me dead."

She frowns. "So were you reunited when you returned? Or had he moved on? Had you?"

~~She's only had Gideon a month and a half but if anything happened to her she'd kill everyone in Canaan House and then herself.~~

"His path lay elsewhere," she says, very simply. "I acted as best I could to ensure he remained alive to take it, and in time he forgave me for it."

She nods solemnly. "But--I still don't understand. You saved your world, why didn't you go home?"

There's just a note of plaintive concern in her voice; just a speck, but Moiraine has dedicated herself to composure even more thoroughly than Harrow, for much much longer. Harrowhark knows perfectly well Lyctors don't go home afterwards.

"Where did you go?"

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"For a time, I was unable to return to that world," she says. "During that time, I was invited to settle in another world, in a place known as Twin Peaks."

She smiles, and it is somehow fond.

"I made a home for myself there. Now that the Last Battle is over, I am content to visit the world where I was born; to advise and assist as I may, as I am needed. It would not, however, be wise for me to be too present for too long. I have avoided a throne once, and I do not wish to have another thrust upon me."

Or anything else, given her reputation and the knowledge of her work that continues to come to light.

"Ah--" she says. "So you come from a noble house as well."

If Moiraine has gone to great length to avoid the role, she won't get into it, but it's another interesting piece of the mosaic of the Aes Sedai.

"Is it similar to where you come from? Although I suppose I have a poor sense of what anyone's world is like, except for those in the past of the First House. And even that I have little real knowledge of."

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"Yes. I was born to House Damodred, in Cairhien," she says, with a slight sigh.

"Twin Peaks is very different from the world in which I was born, but it has its own appeal."

And it has Dale Cooper, although she does not mention him, not at present.

"A visit might be arranged, perhaps. At some point."

If Harrow were not so very used to the Nine Houses, it might strike her as uncanny how many new Houses she keeps discovering.

She looks startled, and pleased. (Subtly.) "I had not thought of that. I would be interested... I have never been on a thalergenic world, however."

If it's anything like being in interplanetary space, she's uneasy about feeling so powerless.

Moiraine looks thoughtful at that.

"How does it feel to you, being here in Milliways?"

"Unlike anything I have ever experienced," she says. "The death of a universe is a tremendous source of thanergy and it is... holy. Custom has not made me jaded to that."

"But at the same time, the buildings themselves are as sterile as deep space. The life outside is barely life, and there is no history there, no real depth of lifecycle."

She looks at her notes and drawings. "The saltwater inlet, however--does it connect to the outside world in some way?"

"I see."

She taps a finger against the side of the water glass in thought, then takes a sip.

"I believe that it does, although the mechanism remains somewhat unknown. There have been those that passed from here to there through it, a black ship in particular, and another ship that at times appears from the world to which it connects. However, most of those who try to reach that other world fail in the attempt and find themselves returning to shore."

She nods and looks down at her papers, then circles a notation in one obscure diagram.

"Ah. My consecration ritual ending up being more potent than anticipated. I've been trying to reconstruct the vectors, and that's quite possibly one factor accounted for, then."

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The Aes Sedai studies her.

"Given the nature of your workings, then, it may matter to know that the ships in question have a connection to the dead."