In the Early Veiled Shore, Moiraine emerged from Noah's embrace with fluid grace, her form straightening as she reclaimed the imperious majesty that had always been her birthright.
Yet something fundamental had shifted in how she carried herself…no longer the careful deference of a servant!
"Sir," she said, and the word carried a fondness this time, "I will continue forming more Kleos Glyphs of Paradoxical Genesis so you can obtain more shards of that seed. The required complexity and purity seems to be a bit more than a billion since it is a mixture of both paradox and origin..."
The way she said 'Sir' now…it was different!
It held warmth beneath its formality, affection wrapped in respect, as if the title had become her personal way of expressing something.
Noah's gaze settled upon her with calm authority, his voice carrying the weight of absolute command.
