Areina was fastening the girths on Mandarb's saddle with a brisk competence, the tall black stallion standing with head high but allowing it. In more ways than one, her like had not walked among Aes Sedai for a thousand years. Very much as though he was weaving threads, Min realized. It was those on their feet that interested her.
Though if I may suggest, you might wish to reconsider sending so many sisters away from the Tower. She carried her hat, and shook it at whoever she was shouting at. Yes, even to her. Stone was not in it.
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