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[acrookedpath]

The lantern is done. It's a momentous achievement; a culmination of all of Wei Wuxian's work since he first arrived at the inn...

And now it means he doesn't have a project to work on anymore. The agony!

He'll think of one soon enough. In the meantime, he's settled for sketching out an update to the Compass of Evil, whittling away at a block of wood Madam Bar provided him. If he has all the tools of a thousand worlds at his disposal, it should be no trouble at all to fine-tune the instrument.

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[lightamidchaos]

"That we shall soon see." He rests his hand at the small of Wei Ying's back to guide him for a moment as they follow the Aes Sedai.

[acrookedpath]

An amused snort. "We will," he agrees, before lifting his voice a little -- not quite including Moiraine in the conversation, but no longer angling for any semblance of privacy. "How many worlds will this be now? Let's see, there was Ingress, Tom-gongzi, Geralt-qianbei and Ciri -- ah, and that brief visit to Canaan House to assist Harrow -- "

[blue_ajah]

"Other worlds than these," the Aes Sedai observes over her shoulder, without turning. There is something very dry about her tone, for some reason.

[acrookedpath]

"Many other worlds than these!" he says, unperturbed by whatever private joke Moiraine might be making. "And now we may add one more to our list."

[blue_ajah]

"So you may." Moiraine crosses the main room without pause until she reaches the front door. "If you are ready, follow me through."

With that, she opens the door and steps through into what looks like a small library.

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian follows readily, glancing around at the books with interest as they step into Twin Peaks. The titles on their spines resolve with a shimmer as the inn's magic does its work.

"Your collection?" he asks Moiraine.

[blue_ajah]

"Some of it," the Aes Sedai tells him. She waits for Lan Wangji to step through as well before closing the door to allow the portal to the bar to dissipate. "That which is acceptable for others to see. Some things are hidden."

She opens the door again onto a neatly kept sitting room. The apartment's small kitchen is to the side, and the bedroom lies behind a door on the other side of the sitting room.

[acrookedpath]

"Ah, Moiraine, you shouldn't tell me you have hidden knowledge in your personal library!" he says -- and it's light enough that he may actually be teasing her.

[blue_ajah]

She arches an eyebrow, considering the teasing sound of his voice, and considering as well whether this is something she wishes to do - then gives the faintest shrug.

Silver-gold light glimmers at her fingertips for an instant, harder here to see than it was in the bar, but visible to a discerning eye all the same. She flicks the weave at an empty spot against the far wall, where a series of small paintings hang, only for them to vanish entirely as the illusion dissipates and a bookcase filled with scrolls and journals and a set of wooden boxes appears.

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian stares -- he hadn't expected Moiraine would actually respond this way! -- then bursts into laughter, making an immediate beeline for the scrolls. To his credit, though, he doesn't touch them.

(Yet.)

"So what is in all of these that requires their hiding?"

[lightamidchaos]

"Wei Ying--"

Perhaps it is like the restricted section in the Cloud Recesses library, and if so, some of these may be dangerous. Lan Wangji is under no misconception that such a thing would stop Wei Ying if there were need, but still. He joins him beside the bookcase.

Behind them, the Aes Sedai observes, as unruffled as ever. "They contain a number of things. Histories, personal journals, records of weaves and other techniques, letters, and artifacts of sorts are among them." Her dark-eyed glance is sharp and keen as she watches them.

[acrookedpath]

"Artifacts?"

As if reassuring Lan Zhan that yes, he will not grab for something dangerous without warning, he clasps his hands behind his back as he peers closer at the shelf.

[blue_ajah]

"Of sorts," Moiraine repeats.

Some few of the books on the hidden shelves are of the sort that have been printed rather than handwritten. Several are of poetry, including a copy of The Tower, by Yeats, which stands next to a thick dark tome with a red rose on the spine and a well-worn copy of a Bible marked with a narrow blue ribbon. Scrolls are likewise bound with ribbon and neatly stacked beside a polished wooden box with the only pattern to it from the wood-grain of its making. There is no sign of a lock.

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian hums, his curiousity plain. After a quick glance to Lan Zhan -- it's all right, don't worry about me -- he skims a finger along the darkest book, outlining the shape of the rose, then grasps it by the top of its spine to tip it forward into his waiting hand.

[blue_ajah]

The Wheel weaves, and all things are part of the Pattern. Moiraine watches as Wei Wuxian lifts the last volume of the series, and holds herself perfectly still.

She does not miss the swift, wary glance that Lan Wangji casts her, but does not let herself react to it.

The book is damaged, as it happens, and missing quite a few pages from the back. The title embossed on the front cover, above the image of a man standing in a field of red roses, is The Dark Tower.

[acrookedpath]

Histories and artifacts, she had said, and he cannot miss either her stillness or the look Lan Zhan cuts her way.

He lets the book fall open. It feels a little wobbly and lopsided from the missing pages, the spine gaping too large; the rounded lettering sweeps into the clean, precise angles of a thousand brushstrokes.

I denied Discordia and regret nothing; I have spat into the bodiless eyes of the Crimson King and rejoice; I threw my lot with the gunslinger and the White and never once questioned the choice.

Wei Wuxian huffs the smallest breath of a laugh, and there is recognition in the sound.

[blue_ajah]

"Something amuses you?" Coolness tinges her words.

[acrookedpath]

"Ah, no," he says, glancing up with a crooked smile. He flips a few pages further into the book. "It is not a mirror of the Wheel, as you explained before. But I see another mirror, perhaps. That's all."

He slips a finger into the gap of the spine, studies the book another moment, then closes it to return it to the shelf.

[blue_ajah]

"Perhaps," Moiraine says, and it sounds like agreement. "The Wheel weaves."

[acrookedpath]

"Mm," he says, and almost laughs again at how much he sounds like Lan Zhan in that moment.

Well, she didn't object to him touching the book, so! He moves on to the little wooden box, tapping its side once, twice, before he opens the lid.

[blue_ajah]

"Do not touch the contents." The command is as sharp as any blade. A faint gleam shines under her skin as she embraces saidar, holding herself ready.

Inside the box, a gleaming black raven's feather lies beside a few other objects on top of several folded letters and pages torn from a book, the front of which says Coda. Found. A sprig of bright red amaranth wrapped in green rosemary perfumes the air with a faint scent, and light gleams from a silver coin of the same sort that she had given Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji earlier. Beside the coin lies a shattered cuendillar seal, the two halves of the Flame of Tar Valon and the Dragon's Fang divided with their edges crumbling into dust. At the end of the box lies an ivory bracelet in the shape of an acrobat bent backward in an arc, hands grasping ankles - and to those who can sense power, it radiates incredible potential.

[acrookedpath]

It is quite the collection. And Wei Wuxian, who has never met an order he didn't immediately wish to break, asks cheerfully: "Why? Are they dangerous?"

That bracelet in particular -- its aura seems to bend the air, like the weight of its power has wrinkled reality itself. It reminds Wei Wuxian a little of the statuette Moiraine let him hold once. What had she called it? And that cracked seal that raidiates the faintest smudges of resentful energy, like grave dirt...

His hand hovers over the open box, as if pressing down against the strange energies that rise up.

[blue_ajah]

Light flashes with a sharp crack, and a weave of Air slaps the back of Wei Wuxian's hand away as though disciplining an errant novice. In the same moment, a second weave yanks the box across the room into her hands.

Lan Wangji whirls in an instant, placing himself between Wei Ying and Moiraine, Bichen drawn and leveled at her throat.

[acrookedpath]

"Lan Zhan!"

He'd expected the reprimand (though did not expect it to come quite that swiftly) and had been all set to wind up into no worse than a dramatic pout in response. But now --

Almost as fast as Lan Zhan moves, he does, too, stepping around him to throw an arm across his husband's chest.

"Lan Zhan." His eyes stay fixed on Moiraine for a beat, then shift to Lan Zhan. "Don't. There's been no harm done."

You don't have to protect me. Not now.

[lightamidchaos]

"And there will not be." His tone is as level as Bichen's blade or the gaze he has locked on the Aes Sedai, watching for any reaction.

"You are not hers to chastise."