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[white_flowers]

"We must meet, and soon, my dear."

The strange whisper had floated to her ears even before she had returned to the bar, sifting down between past and present in that space which is no space. No more than a whisper, carried on a wind of its own, and with an odd hint of some spice wafting through the air-not air where she had been.

The White Rider is more than just slightly intrigued by this, and it is much on her mind as she walks through the edge of the forest.

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[majereblack.livejournal.com]

"Mage, Sorceror, Witch, Wizard. It's all the same -- one who weilds power that others fear," Raistlin says without concern, a negligent gesture of an elegent hand dismissing the semantics of it all.

"What would you call yourself, Rider?"

[white_flowers]

"Rider will do." She smiles, soft and warm, even if her disconcertingly bright gaze is naturally chill. "The White Rider it is that I am, after all-- and I do believe that you have been looking for me."

[majereblack.livejournal.com]

"Raistlin, in turn," he says.

But he does nod once, slow and purposeful. "I have been," he says. "Looking for you. Your-- work had caught my attention, earlier in the week." But what is time to them, really?

[white_flowers]

A light high laugh issues forth, at this.

"Goodness me, cariad, but I do believe it may have caught the attention of quite a few."

[majereblack.livejournal.com]

"Any man may notice a rainbow," Raistlin says, "but few are so discerning to to track it to where it lies."

He smirks, and then says, "After all, my message reached you, did it not?"

[white_flowers]

"Indeed it did," she confirms, smiling. "A clever trick it was."

[majereblack.livejournal.com]

"A trick is someting you create with flash powder and deception," Raistlin replies, one hand coming up; there is a flash at one hand, but no magic-- merely blackened palms. But in the other, three coins are held between his fingers, gleaming faces double-sided; coins of Janus, a twofaced god.

"I am not a showman or a deceiver."

By which he means to say At least, not one you'll catch.