And then she is there. Blue skirts whirl as Moiraine spins around in front of the children and the door that lies behind them, the little jay chirping defiance on her shoulder as they face the Dark.
She is there, but there is no time to think, no time to do anything but react, no time. Light explodes around her like a small golden star fallen to earth as she draws saidar to its fullest, fullest limit, and then a blinding weave of red-gold fire bursts from her fingertips--
(fire to burn away the Dark)
--backed by purest white light shot through with a gleaming silver, the same as that which once surrounded the apple-blossoms on the tree. It all snaps together in a curving arc of a shield that she holds to with desperate determination as the world goes mad around them.
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She is there, but there is no time to think, no time to do anything but react, no time. Light explodes around her like a small golden star fallen to earth as she draws saidar to its fullest, fullest limit, and then a blinding weave of red-gold fire bursts from her fingertips--
(fire to burn away the Dark)
--backed by purest white light shot through with a gleaming silver, the same as that which once surrounded the apple-blossoms on the tree. It all snaps together in a curving arc of a shield that she holds to with desperate determination as the world goes mad around them.