A plump copper-skinned woman wearing a much thicker dress than Domani women usually did made no effort to hide her stares as she spoke excitedly to a fellow with curled mustaches and a large pearl in his ear.

All Alviarin could do was try to ignore the copper-skinned woman without being obvious.

The copper-skinned woman looked even more willowy, too, more supple in some fashion.

Another Aes Sedai had slipped into the room, a copper-skinned woman with dark hair cut short.

Behind him, two copper-skinned women dressed in garments of golden silkscales climbed the steps and lit the ion torches flanking his throne.

She nodded, and a moment later, the image of a diminutive copper-skinned woman Pike recognized as an Ithenite appeared on the main viewscreen.

Prince Chaar really did love that beautiful copper-skinned woman.

The rest of Tar Valon had been struck off already, after the fourth time she nearly walked into a copper-skinned woman, this time nodding in satisfaction as, of all things, she studied a stable that seemed freshly painted blue.

The copper-skinned woman and another, a sturdily pretty woman who moved with a purposeful stride, blue-eyed and with a determined face.