Carefully, she shifts her weaving, releasing Air and calling Fire to the forefront. The golden light burns brighter and condenses into flickering flame on her palm, a flame fed by red-gold streams of light that ripple like blood through the river of saidar.
Just as carefully, she turns to Harrow, and dark eyes go wide with surprise.
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Date: 2020-09-17 07:50 pm (UTC)Just as carefully, she turns to Harrow, and dark eyes go wide with surprise.