She could wait. Lifting her skirts, she started up the slope. Twinned statues decorated the end of the bridge, pale marble women over a span tall, each with one breast bared and a hand raised to point toward something in the sky. Someryn shifted her skirts, pressing her knuckles against Sevanna's thigh as the gray cube rose a pace into the air.
We aren't Aiel, Aviendha. Sealed in the Light, Jaichim CarridinThe paper crumpled in her fist. No one looked at them twice, a handful of men with their swords sheathed. They should have known from yesterday that he was not intimidated by Aes Sedai, yet even Reanne gave him such a scowl he half thought she might try to box his ears.
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