It bounced back and forth as though tossed from hand to hand, then tilted and spun on one corner like a top, faster and faster, until it blurred. They did keep to themselves, though, and together except for Dashiva, who stood a few paces apart staring at nothing. He had no worry of Shiaine reading what he wrote. The strumming of harps drifted out amid the murmur of voices, like the sounds of geese.
Breaking in gave Valda considerable pleasure. Moist breezes, not dry. Sometimes, when Romanda is hammering at me, or Lelaine, it suddenly hits me like a gale. The prickling vanished from the watcher's skin as she released sai-dar as well.
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