Bera, on the other hand, drew a deep breath. Oh, you'll want to look at her, she added, pointing to a slender woman who went running by in a blue owl mask and rather fewer feathers than Riselle had worn. Soothing motions. her face as it ricocheted between them and planted itself in one of the bedposts with a solid tchunk.
Especially if you were afraid the speaker might be peeking. Her dark, almost black, dress covered her to the wrists and chin, for which he was grateful. If any trap waited, any danger approached, they would find it. Morgase looked up.
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