Her head came no more than level with Rand's chest, though her towered hair rose almost as tall as he. The other five sisters practically piled on top of her saying how agreeable it sounded, how superior to any other suggestion. Sorilea (soh-rih-LEE-ah): The Wise One of Shende Hold, a Jarra Chareen. Golden eyes, staring challenge and defiance.
Indirian lowered heavy white eyebrows and peered down his long nose at his tea. After all you've done for Rand. He wants more than anything else to destroy anyone and everyone who can channel or even wishes to; they must confess their sin under the ministrations of the Hand of the Light, and then die. Word by word the defiance leached out of Colavaere.