Elistan patted Tanis's sun-browned hand with his thin, white fingers.
She had planted her sun-browned hands on her hips, and her auburn hair, made red by the sun, tumbled down her back.
There was a moment when he avoided her gaze and studied the roughness of his sun-browned hands.
For a moment he studied the contrast between his big, rough, sun-browned hand and the silky smoothness of her stomach.
The captain's face fell, and he passed and repassed his sun-browned right hand over his thin hair, in a discomfited manner.
Small scales clung to the back of my sun-browned hands.
He flung himself down in a chair, his long legs sprawled across the carpet, and rested a lean cheek against one sun-browned hand.
The old Ghor lifted his sun-browned hands.
He reached over and placed a sun-browned hand on her pale one.
His sun-browned hands were crisscrossed with white scars and small red nicks and scratches.
