Such as Mat? Elayne had her mourn open for a retort to Birgitte, but she closed it quickly, the red spots in her cheeks most definitely chagrin this time. A tall, dark, hook-nosed man stared back at her coldly, the long hilt of a sword rising above his shoulder. When Sorilea's gaze swept over the Aes Sedai, the smell of her went cold and distant, grim and purposeful, and as she spoke to the other two, their scents changed to match hers. Myrelle's eyes filled her face, and Nisao's opened wider yet.
Asunawa was not taken aback; he was no coward. His heart sank deeper by the line. Or rather its image in Tel'aran'-rhiod, an image as real as the original in many ways. When Rand al'Thor was hers, she would conquer the whole world.
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