<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>In the streets, on the way to the festivities<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Disagreeing with Aes Sedai is even worse, friend.<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Avalyn remained silent at the tease that she did not hear everything. The truth was, she did not meant to see more into it than what was truly there. She did not want to hope only to be disappointed, or to be confident that he would do anything for her, only to be told the harsh truth that he had no care for her beyond friendship.  All those little hints that she had caught and blamed on wishful thinking were not so.<br/><br/>"I can't bond a man that I can beat without using Saidar. What use is it to have a Warder who is less skilled than myself when time comes to protect me?"  Avalyn said. It was how she considered the bonding of a warder, for a Green. She had to be able to rely on her warders to keep things off her as she channeled or maneuver to get things off them.  "I've never considered another. Never seriously; It all stopped when it came down to whether or not I believe they could hold their own against what comes…" It was unclear whether she was referring to the Last Battle, or if she was referring to herself. She was strong-headed, and even her instructors had had a hard time to have her obey their command, if they were male…<br/><br/>"A Gleeman? It sounds more and more like a carnival and not so much a faire. I wonder what's bringing everyone together here, in Tar Valon.  I am not complaining, mind you, but I can't help but to wonder if the pattern is weaving itself around an event of some kind or maybe a person."  Avalyn mused aloud as they kept on walking toward the series of square that were occupied by the crowd.  There were already smells floating in the air of spices and meals not of Tar Valon. The crowd was growing thicker and the sound of people talking, shouting to one another, of the hawkers, the music was getting louder as they neared the first booth.</div>