But if I hear so much as a whisper of it again, from anyone. Rising smoothly, she advanced toward him shaking a furious finger. She had never seen so much water in her life, not if every drop seen before had been gathered hi one place, all of it rolling gray-green and here and there frothing white. Alviarin felt her face heat and hoped that Mesaana read the shame, not the anger.
She was strong, and-using every ounce of it. If the serving woman had not gone with the tray, Morgase would have put her cup back. Considering Sea Folk customs, it was more than modest. She barely had to squint at all, really.
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