#ofadventuring

The door opening and more people walking in was far from out of the ordinary, but Thom still couldn’t help but look over each time it happened. It was an old habit he never really got rid of. No one whose bad side he was on was likely to walk into the common room of an in way out in essentially the middle of nowhere, but it never hurt to be careful.

Thom was finishing off a drink and about to get up to play another song when the door opened again, and again his eyes darted over towards it. He recognized her immediately, but the only sign he gave of recognition was the slight raise of his brows. Moiraine. Light, it had been ages since he had last seen her. She looked different. Ill, or overtired, he wasn’t sure, but he could hardly not notice the young man all but keeping her upright. It seemed she could barely even stand by herself.

Distract me, she had said. Thom was trying his best, but he wasn’t sure how good of a job of that he was doing. He had thought to teach her to throw knives at first, but quickly decided against it. He wasn’t sure he wanted to trust her with anything sharp, even if under close supervision. Sure, it would be useful for her to learn how to defend herself without being able to channel, but Thom would leave that to Lan and his practice swords. Much less risky that way. No, reading to her had seemed a much less dangerous option for now.

So they had ended up as they now were, Thom reclined on Moiraine’s bed, the small Aes Sedai wrapped in a blanket and curled up against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. He kept one arm around her in a way that was protective more than it was affectionate, his other hand holding the open book he was reading from.

Sometimes it felt as if Yennefer spent too much time in the woods, but that was where she could get ingredients for spells and potions and glamours, and it was where she sometimes had to fight things. Today, was a gathering kind of day, but she wasn’t the only one that was out there. No, when she had gotten out there today, with her cloak up and her thoughts only on ingredients, she ran into someone else out there.

@ofadventuring​ asked:    Moiraine... what the fuck is going on? Why are there monkeys running around everywhere? I love you but what is this? - Lan

@ofadventuring​ asked:   Dear Moiraine: Whatever Mat says, I have not been bitten by a murder monkey. I bit myself and I am not a murder monkey. Or maybe a cat bit me. Either way, it 100% was definitely not a murder monkey. Everything is fine. Love, Rand

Rand--

I am still not certain I understand why anything is biting you at all. And I have no idea what a murder monkey is,  I have certainly never heard of them before.  Mat has not had a head injury recently that I am unaware of,  has he?

@ofadventuring​ asked:     Mat Cauthon skidded to a stop, breathing hard, and gripped the edge of the doorway. "Moiraine!" he called out, not even stopping to flirt. "The murder monkeys are coming, and I think one of them's bitten Rand! Burn me, they're everywhere!"