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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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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.

"Something amuses you?" Coolness tinges her words.

"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.

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

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

"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.

"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."

"I'm fine, Lan Zhan."

Cautiously, Wei Wuxian moves again, settling his hand atop Lan Zhan's sword arm. He tries to catch his gaze.

"Lan Gaidin." There is something very complex about her tone as she gifts him with the title, but if there is amusement, she keeps it well hidden.

"Your point has been made, as it were." Deliberately, she allows the glow around her to fade, although she holds herself open to seize it again in an instant if need be.

He does not understand what Moiraine calls him, but just as he felt the weight of the bracelet's power, he feels the weight of this word.

Slowly, he presses on Lan Zhan's arm. He knows Lan Zhan won't lower Bichen unless he truly wishes -- not with that arm strength! -- but just as Lan Zhan wants to make his point clear, so does Wei Wuxian.

He holds the woman's eyes for another moment, then lowers the blade and sheathes it before he glances at Wei Ying.

He will not apologize, not for this, but he cannot help the worry that flickers in his eyes.

Wei Wuxian quirks another lopsided smile. He gives Lan Zhan's arm a small squeeze in reassurance, then draws his hand away.

"Well!" he says, too brightly. "I'd rather go see the anomaly than sit inside and read all day anyway. How far is it from here?"

"Too far to walk easily," Moiraine says, matter-of-fact. She moves back across the room to the bookcase, sets the box on its shelf, then reconsiders and removes the bracelet from it.

She snaps it into place around her wrist, and flicks her fingers. The box acquires a silver gleam around its edges, and then the entire bookcase fades from view once more.

"I must make a call," she says, as she crosses back out toward the main room. "You are both welcome to join me."

Wei Wuxian eyes the bracelet, but if he had hope of sating his curiosity before, the moment will not be returning any time soon.

So, with an amiable shrug, he says, "All right," and follows along after her.

Lan Wangji prowls along beside Wei Ying into the other room, watching closely as Moiraine moves to a long counter and picks up a bright yellow device in her hand, one that's connected by a twisted cord to a box with buttons. She holds it to her ear and presses a few buttons, then waits.

"Hi, Lucy. This is Moiraine. Is Hawk around?" Another woman's voice screeches from the device, which Moiraine pulls away from her ear with a faint sigh.

"Oh hi Moiraine, you know, it's really good to hear from you, I was just thinking that it had been a few weeks since we met up for coffee, and with Agent Cooper still out of town - you know I still think that suits him better than Deputy, so--

And Wei Wuxian thought he could chatter incessantly about nothing!

Crossing his arms, he leans his hip against the counter, listening with the avid entertainment of one hearing the choicest court gossip.

"Yes," Moiraine interrupts, calmly. "I know. Where is Hawk, Lucy?"

"Oh! He's not here right now, which I guess you already know because if he was here then I'd have already put him on to talk to you. I think he's at the Double R. Or maybe at one of the parks, if he's already stopped at the diner and got the coffee to go, but probably still at the Double R because he just left here a few minutes ago. You could meet him there, if you wanted?"

She can feel the faintest twinge of a headache at the thought of taking these two into the Double R Diner, but it may yet be necessary.

"Will you radio him and ask him to meet me at Upper Twin Park?"

"Sure! Unless you'd rather go to the diner. They got in a new batch of tea for you, I hear."

She raises her eyebrows at her two visitors.

Wei Wuxian perks up further and gives Moiraine an enthusiastic nod.

Lan Zhan will love going somewhere with tea! (Well. Probably. He supposes it depends on the quality of the tea -- some of the inns in Geralt-qianbei's world had truly atrocious stock -- but they'll never know unless they see for themselves!)

Somehow, she manages not to sigh. Moiraine inclines her head in assent to the two young men, then tells Lucy, "Very well. Please tell Hawk that I will meet him at the Double R."

I will! And then maybe you can come by the station after on your way home? It's book club night, you know.

"We will see," the Aes Sedai demurs. "Goodbye, Lucy." She hangs up the phone and looks at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. "You heard, I presume?"

"We did," says Wei Wuxian, his customary cheer in full force. "Something about tea?"

"Unless you would prefer coffee," Moiraine says, and observes with interest the visible flicker of alarm in Lan Wangji's glance.

"We are going to the Double R Diner, there to meet Hawk, who is a deputy and one of the protectors of this town. He knows the truth of the secrets here."

"Ah, so we can uncover the deepest secrets of the anomaly and drink coffee?"

He does not even have to look at Lan Zhan to know his reaction, and adds, only a little plaintive: "Lan Zhan, I promise I won't drink too much!"

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