This is the day of wonders. The land is covered with trees like a head with hair and behind the ship the sun rises tipping the top trees with light. The sky is clear and shining as a china plate and the water playfully ruffled with wind. Every wisp of fog is gone and the air is full of the resinous smell of the trees. Seabirds are flashing above the sails golden like creatures from Heaven, but the sailors raise a few shots to keep them from the rigging.
Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess. ' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death. ' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?
A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.
When you know a person particularly well, you cannot escape their ruffled feelings.