Therava was a force of nature; as well try to buy a flood or an avalanche. Then why? Egwene asked, leaning back. With an effort he managed to regain the Void once more. A tentacle of fog, it might have been, a thick three-toed arm, reaching down, closed around the stout Red sister, snatching her into the air before anyone had a chance to move.
Perhaps they would only still them. Nynaeve stood, helping up Sibella, a scrawny yellow-haired woman, and Sumeko was still working on Famelle, with her pale-honey hair and big brown eyes. Those two did not belong in this gathering by any memory he had; normally, the Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships would not even have spoken to one of them. I never thought you would keep your truce with al'Thor any longer than you must, but this.
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