Whether one alone or ten togethef, they walked in clearings through the crowds; eyes darted away and space just opened up around them wherever they went. He did not know where she was leading with this new tactic—not where an oaf might suppose, he was sure—but it would be amusing to find out. As he mounted, Min led up the mouse-colored mare she had ridden back, snugging on her riding gloves before swinging into the saddle. Clearing his throat roughly, he pulled his eyes away.
Then her gaze met Myrelle's, and together their eyes swept to Egwene. With a flat-topped conical red Taraboner cap on his head and a plain coat, tight to the waist then flaring Even now his calm was icy, the sort that could hide smoldering rage, and his scent made Perrin's skin crawl. With Nicola and Areina's bowstrings dampened a little more, it was time to turn her attention to Rand.
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