Josaine and Adelorna were Green, the others Brown, Gray and r Yellow respectively. For an instant, disappointment swelled in her breast. For a moment she stood looking at the opening. She made no effort to mask her irritation; she sounded as though he had brought every bird there himself.
Eight small silver cups, all different, sat by her side on the dead leaves, and a silver pitcher, filled with water, that had been dented in the retreat. Strangely, she was fanning herself with a spray of white plumes. They have the Bowl of the Winds. Thrusting her chin up, she gathered her shawl and answered.
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