Adam's eyes dance with the shadows left by the image of light against dark when Moiraine fell.
So very much like (Thom. Sword and blood and dead but not this time, no, not this time) an immovable force as he reaches her, Adam lifts Moiraine under the arms, ever careful of the bird he hadn't noticed before and it's almost like he's not even trying, but he pulls her easily back, away, but not safe, not yet.
His eyes jump back and forth between Moiraine and the small bird, and the two children by the tree, and he calls out to them over the dark, over the storm, and manages to place Moiraine behind them before clapping his hand on the girl's shoulder and saying her name.
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Date: 2006-06-14 03:52 pm (UTC)So very much like
(Thom. Sword and blood and dead but not this time, no, not this time)
an immovable force as he reaches her, Adam lifts Moiraine under the arms, ever careful of the bird he hadn't noticed before and it's almost like he's not even trying, but he pulls her easily back, away, but not safe, not yet.
His eyes jump back and forth between Moiraine and the small bird, and the two children by the tree, and he calls out to them over the dark, over the storm, and manages to place Moiraine behind them before clapping his hand on the girl's shoulder and saying her name.