Raguel can't see their surroundings anymore, but even with his eyes closed he can see the silvery light. It's very familiar, but not because it means destruction. This, it seems to him, is more like the light of the City. Though he never felt quite this enveloped there.
Moiraine's words, as well, wind around and around him like a blanket.
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Date: 2007-11-06 05:30 am (UTC)Moiraine's words, as well, wind around and around him like a blanket.