<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong><strong>Moira Niall</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11564337#msg11564337)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Kalain Baneron<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Kalain Baneron<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Faire around Tar Valon<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She couldn't help but to wonder just what exactly, he'd done to the noble families in Tear that would be so problematic and would admit (if only to herself) that the more perverse side of her nature suddenly felt the impulse to plan a trip to Tear just to see what would happen! She wouldn't plan any such thing, of course, but it was amusing to contemplate. The catch, as always, that planning such a trip would mean she'd have to go South...and she really hated going South! So it would remain nothing more than an amusing thought...but it was a<em>really</em>amusing thought that made her grin impishly up at the man she was dancing with, though she didn't say a word but left him to ponder out on his own what she might be thinking.<br/><br/>It would be good practice for him.<br/><br/>"Retirement? Now you're playing games Kal. You and I both know it's unlikely either of us will make it to what anyone would consider old age. We're too brash, too bold, and both entirely too keen on seeking out battles. If I die an old woman, warm in my bed, I will be sorely disappointed in myself!" she exclaimed and while she meant every word she still followed the declaration with a laugh. She considered humor in the face of her own death (something she'd accepted long ago) as another way to spit in the eye of the Dark One. She didn't fear death and the thought of it held no power over her.<br/><br/>Letting the subject go, she focused entirely on the man with her, on his hand tightening at her waist, the surge of strength she could feel in that sure grip as their bodies moved fluidly together. Moira felt eyes on them from the crowd but she didn't care. Let them talk. It wasn't like a Sister of the Green Ajah flirting outrageously with her Warder was an entirely uncommon sight...only that the pairing was them would be truly new and that there were some rumors in the city about how he'd returned a year ago might be remarked upon but she doubted the small speculations that might flow from people's lips would last long. They rarely did.<br/><br/>"Of course ravages! I once actually had a partner step so hard on my feet he actually broke one of my toes!" she admitted with a low chuckle filling her throat with the memory. It had been an accident but she'd been wary in her dancing partners ever since! She might have added more but his own laugh rolled over her and she had to blink in surprise. It was soft but it was honest. Honest amusement without a hint of sarcasm and she liked the sound of it. It warmed her in ways that had nothing to do with desire but more with the fact that, when he let his guard down, she actually did<em>like</em>the man she was dancing with and hearing that soft laugh made her smile up into his face.<br/><br/>"Well then, I look forward to your protection Warder," she murmured, letting the innuendo roll between them but without making it sound suggestive in the least, just a simple statement that could mean more.<br/><br/>She wondered if he realized just how many dances he'd now agreed to, or what he would think when it occurred to him...but she didn't ask, not yet.