We were melted in the furnace and the pit— We were cast and wrought and hammered to design
— The Secret of the Machines, Rudyard Kipling
I regularly think about Moiraine's quote about "A tool made for a purpose is not demeaned by being used for that purpose." About Moiraine as one of the Moirai, or all three at once, for the Emond's Field 5. About forging people for great purposes, throwing them, and herself, into the fire. About the weaves of fire Moiraine uses so often. About the fact she is described as ice, when it's the fire of her hope, her belief that fate could be gamed to save the world, that kept the embers burning for 20 years.
