Siuan dreams of the vivid blue, fingers finding enclosures, slipping it clear of pale shoulders, dipping in to kiss at the cream bared there.

Moiraine remembers the coolness of the gold beneath her lips, the last kiss given that of tribute to the woman that will ever hold her heart.

In time, this life or the next, neither blue nor gold will be the end of all their dreams, and yet… it is who they are, with destiny writ large over them.