"What is the most childish thing you know of the woman you want for a first-sister?" Monaelle said.
This was easier, not so fraught. Elayne even smiled as she spoke. Aviendha grinned back, sullenness gone. Again the weaves took their words and released them together, voices with laughter in them.
"Aviendha won't let me teach her to swim. I've tried. She isn't afraid of anything, except getting into more water more than a bathtub."
"Elayne gobbles sweets with both hands like a child who's escaped her mother's eye. If she keeps on, she will be fat as a pig before she grows old."
Elayne jerked. Gobbles?
Gobbles? A taste, now an then, was all she took. Just now and then.
Fat? Why was Aviendha glaring at
her? Refusing to step into water more than knee-deep
was childish.
Monaelle covered a slight cough with one hand, but Elayne thought she was hiding a smile. Some of the standing Wise Ones laughed outright. At Aviendha's silliness? Or at her...
gobbling?
