Credo pulled his horse up and wheeled around quickly to look behind him, where Erial pointed. |
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Erial, as was her wont, chose mostly whites and other pale, unobtrusive colours. |
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For days upon days, merchants and traders had brought various bolts and pieces of cloth for Erial and Madame to consider. |
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Without a flinch or missing a beat, Erial continued waltzing around the floor as Artemisia sighed and walked over and picked up the book. |
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Ian was garbed in his normal riding clothes, but Erial, being at home, was wearing a simple but elegant white work dress. |
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The ground was prickly and Erial wore no shoes but her feet were tough and soon she made it down to the bank. |
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Erial was now working on his sword belt, checking and double-checking the fit, the buckles, even the sharpness of his sword. |
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Erial and her ladies were in the middle of scrubbing out the summer bathhouses. |
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Erial returned to the game long enough to move her rook into a position that severely threatened his queen, before continuing her train of thought. |
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Erial stuck to pure manners and decorum, knowing that any sign of affection to any member of the regiment might drive Dan mad with jealousy or grief. |
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Erial smiled gratefully as the hostler brought up three horses. |
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Erial sighed and turned to face the young page in her father's service. |
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A good hour and a half later, Erial once more stepped outside the sickroom, this time not mildly irritated and hiding her slight anxiety under good-natured insults. |
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