<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>Open, Watching Kal and Theraeve<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>The Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Today would be a good day to practice her weapons training. After her evening at the faire, her muscles ached and the best way she'd found to ease aching muscles was the warm them up with exercise and the best exercise in the Tower was on the training sands. Besides, if she didn't practice with her sword, her hard won, though meager, skills with it would begin to fade. Granted if she had to count on her sword skills she was likely a dead woman. She would count on the Source and her skills with her daggers first and foremost but she had fought hard for the skills she had with the sword and she would maintain them, even improve them, if she could. At least if she was practicing with her sword, she wouldn't have to practice with Kal, her meager skills weren't worth his time, though he did usually pair her with someone else that could kick her ass. It was frustrating, but if she wasn't challenged she wouldn't get better so she didn't complain...much.<br/><br/>Dressed in a pair of black breeches, a blue tunic belted at the waist with a wide black belt and black leather boots that hugged her legs up to her knees, she had her thick mane of chestnut hair drawn back into a tight braid and the rolled up and pinned tightly. She refused to cut her hair, but she did style it to make it harder for her opponents to use it against her when she came to practice.<br/><br/>Except that when she reached the practice yard there was a small crowd beginning to gather around the sands. She knew that usually meant either a particularly difficult bout was happening, or someone was doing something incredibly stupid...sometimes both. It didn't take but a mere glance to see that the head she could see moving on the sands was Kal but she couldn't see his opponent around the crowd. She could have used her status as a Sister to push her way through but glancing around a small grin curved her lips as another idea occurred to her. Marking her path in her mind's eye she suddenly broke into a jog, speeding up to a sprint in the last few feet and leaping up to grab the lowest branch of a maple tree near a corner of the sands. Using the strength of her arms she pulled herself up and into the thick branches that spread out, offering safe perches to sit in their welcoming embrace and a perfect view of what was happening down below.<br/><br/>What she saw made her lips quirk with amusement. It was indeed Kal on the sands but, instead of one of his usual students, he was with a Sister. A Red that Moira recognized but didn't know well, and Kal was simply toying with her the way a cat toys with a mouse. Seeing what was happening she forgot about her own aches and tight muscles entirely as her entire focus settled on the two combatants. This was going to be fun.