[Elayne knows better than to react, given the circumstances, but once again she's receiving orders when she's used to being the one giving them. It's... unusual. Frustrating.
She snatches up a handful of the wheat, clutching it tightly as she waits for the shambling farmer to approach her. Nothing remotely like this has ever happened to her, and she finds her heart beginning to pound faster even as outwardly she remains calm.
She catches her companion's gaze, and darts out from behind the sacks, tossing the wheat at the farmer's eyes.]
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She snatches up a handful of the wheat, clutching it tightly as she waits for the shambling farmer to approach her. Nothing remotely like this has ever happened to her, and she finds her heart beginning to pound faster even as outwardly she remains calm.
She catches her companion's gaze, and darts out from behind the sacks, tossing the wheat at the farmer's eyes.]