<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Avalyn Amasera<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Warner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>At the gates<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Avalyn sought her answer in his eyes, wary to see there either a rejection or more than  there really was to see. She  still didn't break the contact though, she could not bring herself to look away from him. If he refused her, what then? Would their friendship survive it? Would it survive enough for her to convince him at a later date to accept? What if she kissed him, would he understand that he meant more to her than just a <br/><br/>Suddenly he moved, and dropped to one knee. In that moment, she knew his answer and a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. She let go of a breath she wasn't aware that she was holding. The level of stress fell down as he sunk to his knee. Her hand reached out to touch his head, caress his hair in an affectionate manner. He spoke, and her mind registered the words but the moment had something a little surreal to her. Still, he agreed, he swore an oath, and that is all that mattered to her.<br/><br/>What could she say? She had imagined doing this a thousand times at least, whether it was to him or to some imaginary  warder, each time she could think of swearing an oath right back to him. Now, though, most of it seemed superfluous. If he agreed to bond her, he knew that she valued his life and would not lay it to waste. He knew that she valued her own and would not risk it needlessly. He knew that she was loyal to the tower and that now, she would be loyal to him too, to a flaw. He knew her more than any man on tower ground.<br/><br/>"There is no word to express the gratitude that I feel, Warner, but soon words won't be necessary."  Avalyn said softly. With a gentle guidance of her hands, she tilted his head up so he could look at her and she kissed his forehead. She reached out to the warmth of Saidar and surrendered. For a brief moment, she simply focused on its feeling of joy and life, everything so much more vivid as it filled her being. She carefully wove the weave and her hands moved to each side of head, holding him still before the skillfully built tangle of flows settled into his mind.</div>