Moiraine Damodred (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
agelesseyes) wrote2013-04-19 02:15 am
agelesseyes) wrote2013-04-19 02:15 am
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Second Weaving: Bel Tine. [Action/Written]
[Moiraine has spent the last month or so settling into her home and practically living out of the library. She's scoured every book she can possibly find on her own world, history, magic, even stories and fables and parables from other worlds. Some of it's been useful, like giving her ideas for new ways to wield the Power, while others have proven to be nothing more than idle time spent with her nose buried in a book.
But today is a bit different. In the Westlands, it would be about the proper time for Bel Tine, and doing anything that even resembled work was all but forbidden on such a day. Besides, it's been a while since she truly had the time for personal enjoyment, and there are few things Moiraine Damodred likes more than riding and with no pressing matters to attend to, she'll stop by the stables to saddle and bridle Aldieb before taking the white mare out for a good long ride through the spring air. She'll be riding down to the southern lake and back at a fairly easy pace, just enjoying a trot through the forest before returning to town. During the afternoon she can be seen around House 27, opening up windows and doing a bit of sweeping outside to keep the place neat and tidy. Siuan...is not the best for such things, and that was one little bit of custom she was willing to break in order to have a clean home.
During the evening, the Aes Sedai can be found at Good Spirits, thinking on things that have occurred since the last Bel Tine. She'll be sitting at a corner table, sipping a drink slowly throughout the night. She's more than happy for company, anyone coming over greeted with a smile.
Sometime during the afternoon, she sends out a Written message as well, more for her own curiosity than anything.]
Good Day Luceti,
I understand that this was a long winter for the land here, but I for one am glad to know that spring has finally arrived. In my world, the first few weeks of spring are when the celebration of Bel Tine occurs. A festival for young love, the end of winter, prayers for a good harvest and new beginnings. Are there any such celebrations in your own worlds for the coming of spring?
Secondly, I am seeking a partner for a little bit of exercise. I fear I have fallen out of practice with my staff and I should like to find someone to train my reflexes back to where they should be.
And finally, I should like to thank whoever manages the stables here. I greatly appreciate your services in tending to Aldieb, as is she. If there is some way I might repay you, I would be more than willing to offer my help however I can.
Regards,
Moiraine.
[Even here, she still pointedly leaves off her House name, for reasons known only to Siuan.]
(ooc: Catch Moiraine anywhere! In town, at the stables, down by the lake, in the woods, at the bar!)
But today is a bit different. In the Westlands, it would be about the proper time for Bel Tine, and doing anything that even resembled work was all but forbidden on such a day. Besides, it's been a while since she truly had the time for personal enjoyment, and there are few things Moiraine Damodred likes more than riding and with no pressing matters to attend to, she'll stop by the stables to saddle and bridle Aldieb before taking the white mare out for a good long ride through the spring air. She'll be riding down to the southern lake and back at a fairly easy pace, just enjoying a trot through the forest before returning to town. During the afternoon she can be seen around House 27, opening up windows and doing a bit of sweeping outside to keep the place neat and tidy. Siuan...is not the best for such things, and that was one little bit of custom she was willing to break in order to have a clean home.
During the evening, the Aes Sedai can be found at Good Spirits, thinking on things that have occurred since the last Bel Tine. She'll be sitting at a corner table, sipping a drink slowly throughout the night. She's more than happy for company, anyone coming over greeted with a smile.
Sometime during the afternoon, she sends out a Written message as well, more for her own curiosity than anything.]
Good Day Luceti,
I understand that this was a long winter for the land here, but I for one am glad to know that spring has finally arrived. In my world, the first few weeks of spring are when the celebration of Bel Tine occurs. A festival for young love, the end of winter, prayers for a good harvest and new beginnings. Are there any such celebrations in your own worlds for the coming of spring?
Secondly, I am seeking a partner for a little bit of exercise. I fear I have fallen out of practice with my staff and I should like to find someone to train my reflexes back to where they should be.
And finally, I should like to thank whoever manages the stables here. I greatly appreciate your services in tending to Aldieb, as is she. If there is some way I might repay you, I would be more than willing to offer my help however I can.
Regards,
Moiraine.
[Even here, she still pointedly leaves off her House name, for reasons known only to Siuan.]
(ooc: Catch Moiraine anywhere! In town, at the stables, down by the lake, in the woods, at the bar!)
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[She's already walking inside, ready to get everything set up.]
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[He follows her into the room, a little curious to see what she has planned.]
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Trollocs. Shadowspawn. [Her voice is matter of fact as she points to them] They'll just stand there, but suitable targets for practice.
[Action]
Shadowspawn? Not good I take it.
I'm not the best at combat magic, y'know.
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[Her face remains expressionless when she says it, but there's clearly a hint of hate there for Aginor's creations.]
That doesn't matter. They're more there for me. Tell me if you can see the flows of my weavings, or anything at all.
[She reaches out, easily embracing Saidar and begins her weaving, calling air and fire up. Lightning explodes from the sky, striking a trolloc and leaving nothing but boots and feathers.]
[Action]
Sure, I'll do that.
[He closes his eyes for a moment, refocusing his vision so that he can see her magic when she casts it, like bright threads across the landscape.]
[Action]
that's up to the playerbut if he can there are brilliant gossamer ropes coiled around her hands, leading up to the sky and swishing down to tear up the ground]