[ There's the briefest hesitation, and then Moiraine reaches to the back of her neck, touching her shard beneath the fall of her hair. She concentrates a moment, and -- there's that sensation again of attuning to something greater than herself, both like and not at all like the feeling of accessing the One Power. Strange that there should even be a power that feels distinct from the Source-- ]
Can you hear me?
[ --she really will feel awkward (only a little) if that didn't work. ]
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Can you hear me?
[ --she really will feel awkward (only a little) if that didn't work. ]