At least, she would have been facedown had her head not been twisted around so her dead eyes stared up into the fog. His eyes met Dyrele's, as green and beautiful as the day she had laid the wreath at his feet. Nothing moved among the sun-streaked shadows, not so much as a bird. He liked blue, as well.
What do you think, Je-raal? Jeraal? He looked around, scowling. Conversations stopped as Seaine approached, and cold eyes followed her in a bubble of icy silence. Images flashed in his head. This, it is believed, is the real reason that ta'veren are born, in order to shift history and restore a balance to the turning of the Wheel.
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