As Moiraine made a heavy choice easily, releasing her grip on ultimate power for the promise of something beyond current understanding, others across existence also made their own choices…decisions that would echo through the weavings of reality with consequences none could fully foresee.
Choices.
Consider, for a moment, the butterfly.
That delicate creature of radiant wings and brief existence, dancing through a summer afternoon with no knowledge of the storms it might birth!
A single flutter…left instead of right, up instead of down, disturbs the air in patterns so minute that no consciousness save that of an Early Creature might perceive them.
Yet that disturbance travels, grows, compounds upon itself with the inexorable weavings of chaos.
The displaced air meets a warm current it would have otherwise missed. That current, strengthened by this tiny addition, pushes a cloud formation three degrees off its intended course.
