h1 style="line-height: normal;"a name="_Toc171706270"/aspan lang="EN-GB"#*#18 BOX/span/h1
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"WoTtober #18 BOX/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"Thom was busy training with Lan, when the cold dread hit the bond, and he lost concentration in the middle of a move. Lan barely managed to miss cutting his arm with one of the classical forms./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""What is it?" he asked, letting his sword fall to the his flank. "Is Moiraine..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""I don't know, something is wrong." He was still working on reading this connection accurately. Lan was of no help, declaring early on that every bond was different and needed to be read exclusively. "But it's not like the usual."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"One thing Lan actually helped him hone was finding his bondholder be feel. Now he didn't try, he just walked. He no longer ran, knowing Moiraine wouldn't want anyone to know something was up. Lan followed him, which made any door open in their path without question. They found her in the middle of a small, deserted courtyard, where she probably came for some solitude. He went straight for her still form and enveloped her in a tight hug./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""You're fine, you're in Malkier. Come back to me," he whispered, all the while looking around to see what might have set her off./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""By the Light," they heard Lan say. "I forgot it was brough here. I will have it moved if she wants to rest in here in the future."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""There is no need," Moraine croaked from inside Thom's arms, stirring now. "I was just surprised. I will be prepared the next time. It's not them, dearest Thom."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"He was relieved for a moment but while it might not be about the Finn, there was still something that unsettled her. "What is it then?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""A memory. A real one." She pushed from him and looked to Lan, who was still standing by a big gold chest, ornately worked and chased with silver. "I had no idea it was here."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""Loial came upon it at some point and decided it belonged in this lands." Thom couldn't decide if Lan was sad or happy about that. "I guess it is… I wouldn't just scrap it, even though it would bring a lot of gold for the renovation."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""No, it shouldn't be forgotten." Moraine moved and touched the box with a shaking hand. "So many memories, so much has started with it."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""We can move it," Lan said again, searching her eyes, "The memory of Aginor..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""Is a good one." Thom was surprised not to face any push back from her Oath while her body burned with what he knew by now was a phantom pain born from distant memories. "I can now recognize I did good. Be still, Thom." She put a comforting hand on his arm. "It's nothing."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"He looked at Lan and the man was equally unhappy. Burn it, he was with Moiraine at the time, he felt her hurt just after. Now there was a kindling of pride inside her also and Thom latched onto that. He didn't have to say how proud he was of her, he sent it through the bond, then focused on the chest. He would burn it into his mind to bring it up as frequently as Moiraine needed any encouragement./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"WoTtober #18 BOX/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"Thom was busy training with Lan, when the cold dread hit the bond, and he lost concentration in the middle of a move. Lan barely managed to miss cutting his arm with one of the classical forms./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""What is it?" he asked, letting his sword fall to the his flank. "Is Moiraine..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""I don't know, something is wrong." He was still working on reading this connection accurately. Lan was of no help, declaring early on that every bond was different and needed to be read exclusively. "But it's not like the usual."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"One thing Lan actually helped him hone was finding his bondholder be feel. Now he didn't try, he just walked. He no longer ran, knowing Moiraine wouldn't want anyone to know something was up. Lan followed him, which made any door open in their path without question. They found her in the middle of a small, deserted courtyard, where she probably came for some solitude. He went straight for her still form and enveloped her in a tight hug./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""You're fine, you're in Malkier. Come back to me," he whispered, all the while looking around to see what might have set her off./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""By the Light," they heard Lan say. "I forgot it was brough here. I will have it moved if she wants to rest in here in the future."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""There is no need," Moraine croaked from inside Thom's arms, stirring now. "I was just surprised. I will be prepared the next time. It's not them, dearest Thom."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"He was relieved for a moment but while it might not be about the Finn, there was still something that unsettled her. "What is it then?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""A memory. A real one." She pushed from him and looked to Lan, who was still standing by a big gold chest, ornately worked and chased with silver. "I had no idea it was here."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""Loial came upon it at some point and decided it belonged in this lands." Thom couldn't decide if Lan was sad or happy about that. "I guess it is… I wouldn't just scrap it, even though it would bring a lot of gold for the renovation."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""No, it shouldn't be forgotten." Moraine moved and touched the box with a shaking hand. "So many memories, so much has started with it."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""We can move it," Lan said again, searching her eyes, "The memory of Aginor..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""Is a good one." Thom was surprised not to face any push back from her Oath while her body burned with what he knew by now was a phantom pain born from distant memories. "I can now recognize I did good. Be still, Thom." She put a comforting hand on his arm. "It's nothing."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"He looked at Lan and the man was equally unhappy. Burn it, he was with Moiraine at the time, he felt her hurt just after. Now there was a kindling of pride inside her also and Thom latched onto that. He didn't have to say how proud he was of her, he sent it through the bond, then focused on the chest. He would burn it into his mind to bring it up as frequently as Moiraine needed any encouragement./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB" /span/p