Elayne could not help herself. Nynaeve wielding her tongue like a needle, Cerandin stubborn as two mules, and now this. She threw back her head and screamed with frustration.When the sound died, it seemed as if the animals had quieted. Horse handlers stood about, staring at her. Coolly, she ignored them. Nothing could worm its way under her skin now. She was as calm as ice, perfectly in control of herself.Was that a cry for help, Birgitte said, tilting her head, or are you hungry? I suppose I could find a wet nurse in-Elayne strode away with a snarl that would have done any of the leopards proud.
by Robert Jordan
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Elayne is overwhelmed by her frustration, feeling the weight of the conflicts around her with characters like Nynaeve and Cerandin. In a moment of exasperation, she screams, causing the nearby animals to quiet down, indicating the intensity of her emotions. However, she quickly regains her composure and resolves to remain calm and self-controlled, dismissing the onlookers.

Birgitte, observing Elayne, playfully questions whether her scream was a cry for help or a sign of hunger. This teasing interaction reflects their camaraderie, even as Elayne reacts sharply, showcasing her fiery spirit. Despite the light-hearted banter, Elayne’s fierce demeanor conveys the struggle she faces amid her responsibilities and the personalities surrounding her.

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