It is not the gentle sound of conversation that draws her attention, not at first-- it is a high wild shriek, and Moiraine's head snaps toward the sound, the golden glow around her brightening--
--and then she sees the greenhouse door standing open, and the children passing through it, unawares of the battle.
Her lips form a silent, unspoken curse as Moiraine begins to run toward them.
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Date: 2006-06-14 04:24 am (UTC)--and then she sees the greenhouse door standing open, and the children passing through it, unawares of the battle.
Her lips form a silent, unspoken curse as Moiraine begins to run toward them.