<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Suana Bemesta<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Acting Sitter, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Not yet<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Galvren<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Secluded corner of the garden<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatright">(http://adapartners.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Garden-Pond-Ideas-03-.jpg)</div>Suana spread the usual picnic blanket, but this time she actually had some little things to eat it and drink, it wasn't just to protect her dress. She took her bottle of wine and placed it into the pond near by, in shallow water that came up to the three-quarters of the bottle. The water wasn't cold, but it was cooler than the ambient air and would keep the red wine chilled to the right temperature. Plus, it hid the bottle of alcohol from any vulture who might come by and crash a party that was meant to be something… intimate.<br/><br/>For almost a year now, she had devoted her training time to a single man whenever it was possible. First she had noticed him for his good looks. He was quite handsome, had a very attractive form and she loved his blue eyes. She had always been something of a sucker for blue eyes. For a year, she had pushed the man to become a better fighter, to be better if a war came during his time as a warder. She was grooming him to become hers, and so far he had not given her any signal that he was not interested. Whether it was because he had not caught on, because he was too polite, too unassuming or because he was interested, she had no clue, but she figured that soon she would get her answer.<br/><br/>She had sent a message with a page as soon as the Hall let go of the sitters. Bloody meetings of squabbling Ajahs. There were better things to do with her time than to sit there and decide which side to pick and which Ajahs to miff. Politics were for Grays and Blues, not for Greens. At least the Amyrlin was a Blue, that made things slightly less painful. Slightly. The message had been to Galvren, whom she was told upon getting out of the useless meeting had been released from the infirmary. She scribbled something onto a piece of parchment very quickly. It was short and to the point. "Congratulations are in order. I have a cup of wine with your name on it. Come join me at our usual meeting place tonight after the last service. Come alone." <br/><br/>Now that the bells for the last service had chimed, Suana sat on her picnic blanket. She toyed with two silver cups as she sat there, waiting for him. She wore a comfortable green dress with vines of yellow and red roses running around the hem of the skirt and the square neckline that showed more than just a hint of cleavage. The bodice was comfortably tight, emphasizing the petite, slender form, before it flared into a skirt that would hide her legs down to the ankles. As always, she had her soft leather boots, preferring their sturdiness to slippers.  The sleeves of her dress were tighter to her arms than the average, making it easier for her to use sword or staff without getting the fabric in the way. Her green-fringed shawl was folded and left on a corner of the blanket.<br/><br/>Suana was of two minds about what she was about to do. She was a Green, and she had gone almost a decade without a warder. It was unthinkable, but not that unusual after losing a first warder.  It was more than time for her to pick a new one and that new warder, she hoped would be Galvren. Gorgeous man, right behavior, good amount of skill… He had been beating her more and more the last few weeks, pushing her to fight harder and that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to become better than her, to force her to become better to keep up with him. He had been so perfect so far, and there was that little something in his behavior that tickled her the right way. She wanted -him-, in an intimate manner.<br/><br/>The garden was very quiet, a lot of the Tower's population had gone to the faire. Even Novices had received special permission to go if they could find an Aes Sedai who was willing to babysit them. Suana had received her fair share of polite requests, but she had no will to go and see whatever was happening down there. Tight crowds reminded her of battlefield and she did not need to have flashback of black-veiled savages with their spears while she stood in the middle of Tar Valon. She would hear Galvren as he drew closer. The gravel path that passed nearby would give her a fair warning, but that secluded spot, surrounded by a cluster of trees would not be seen from the path. She had found it by chance, when her cat had run off on her and went straight here to fish some of the tiny decorative fishes that swam in the pond…</div>