The Cache still shimmered before Noah, its white-gold light pulsing faintly. He had not even opened it yet when Moiraine's gaze landed on him like a wonder threaded with amusement and wisdom.
"You devour quite…differently," she said, golden eyes gleaming.
"But when it does come to devouring… I said I would tell you another piece of the Story of the Earliest Folds, didn't I?"
Noah glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "What stops you from telling me the full story now?"
Moiraine gave a small laugh, the kind of sound you'd expect from a being who knew things she shouldn't and would not share easily.
"Superstition," she said. "For as long as the story has been passed down, it has never been told in its entirety all at once. Each new listener hears it in parts. Nobody knows why. Whether this quirk was seeded by the weavings of Existence itself or shaped by those who lived through it… no one can say."
