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ukulele [S] 16 points ago +16 / -0

It's a basic old english farming village:

'Perrin blushed very red'

'Mat and Perrin, with their faces white'

'Mat's face paled', 'Mat's face reddened'

'Startled, he [Perrin] stared at her, then at his own bare chest. It was a mass of color, the newer, purple blotches overlaying older ones faded into shades of brown and yellow. The purple splotches faded to brown, and the brown and yellow paled, some disappearing altogether.'

'Cenn's face went red as a beet'

Egwene's cheeks turning pink'

'Egwene had been getting a good bit of sun; she really could have passed for Aiel except for her dark eyes.'

'[Egwene's] face went as white as snow'

'to hide her [Egwene's] crimson face'

'Nynaeve said in a stiff voice. The red still colored her face.'

'Nynaeve’s deep brown eyes stared through her. Her knuckles were white on a thick braid as dark as Birgitte’s was golden, and her face had gone beyond pale to a faint green.'

'Nynaeve's face went white.'

'Slowly Nynaeve’s face turned purple'

'Nynaeve’s face flashed pure scarlet'

'Nynaeve's face had gone white'

'Nynaeve's face was a white mask of determination'

'Nynaeve's face paled for a moment'

'Nynaeve's face went white'

'That insufferable smile slid greasily off Nynaeve's face, replaced by bright spots of color in her cheeks.'

'Nynaeve went pale'

'For some reason, Elisa's [Egwene's sister] face turned bright red. Very bright red.'

'Now, except for her [Egwene's] big dark eyes, she could almost have passed as an Aiel woman, and not only for her tanned face and hands.'

'He snatched up his shirt and coat, suddenly feeling the cool. “I’m going away, Egwene.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere. I don’t know.” He did not want to meet her eyes, but he could not stop looking at her. She wore red wildroses twined in her hair, flowing about her shoulders. She held her cloak close, dark blue and embroidered along the edge with a thin line of white flowers in the Shienaran fashion, and the blossoms made a line straight up to her face. They were no paler than her cheeks; her eyes seemed so large and dark'

'Two of the fellows could have been from Andor or Murandy or even the Two Rivers, but the third had eyes tilted like a Saldaean’s, and his skin was the color of honey.'

'The clerk who was coughing, a smooth-faced fellow younger than Perrin who, by his face, might have come from the Two Rivers, began hacking more roughly, and covered his mouth with a hand. He cleared his throat loudly, but the harsh cough returned. ...

What remained of the fellow was a pale flat thing inside his clothes, like a wineskin that had been emptied.'