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in sunspear there was a mosaic of aliandra martell. she saw herself as nymeria come again. they say that even her whisper could supress every woman's voice. in her younger days arianne had spent hours gazing at it, back when she was just a pudgy girl
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a small party travels more swiftly than a large one, but the heir to dorne does not ride alone.
elia sand, daemon, joss hood, garibald shells, feathers and hbic arianne
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i have always been fond of swans. no other bird is half so beautiful, this side of the summer isles. peacocks are vain, proud creatures, strutting about in all those gaudy colors. give me a 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 serene in 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 or beautiful in 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌.
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𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, arianne realized as they rode. she had not thought of that before, but it seemed a good omen for their cause. seven riders on their way to 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲. one day the singers will make all of us 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥.
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