<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Accepted (ready for the Test)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Yfan, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Mess Hall, a quiet table<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>Listening to Yfran apologetically explain how he would be ready for combat if she wished to train and such was enough to make her eyes roll. These men were infuriating in their bravado. Together they strode across the Training Grounds to get to the Mess Hall. Opting to not speak her mind, a change of pace for her, she let him carry on. It didn't escape her that his pace seemed to quicken the closer her got to the food. A smile curled the corner of her lips ever so slightly as she maintained her calm exterior. A smile that would linger long after they entered the mess hall.<br/><br/>The group of Valdar in the corner were obviously caught off guard at the entrance of a Lady, so they quieted up and turned their heads slightly. Ishara nodded her head politely to Yfan as he went to get his food and she casually walked up to the Valdar. Looking them over with emotionless expression, Ishara sniffed and folded her arms beneath her breasts. "It is customary to offer a drink when a Lady is present. Especially since it appears to me that you have plenty to go around. Otherwise you might be not half as busy drinking and twice as busy doing something more valuable with your time," Ishara stared down at the hardened eyes of the Valdar men. She may be young but that look was near enough to that of an Aes Sedai to make a few of the men shift around in their seats uncomfortably. One of them outright excused himself and nodded politely to her, "If you'll excuse me, I must return to the Watch. By your leave, Lady." He almost said Sedai but her clothes and the small tucked cloth of white and multi-color bands she wore under her waist coat made it clear she was still only an Accepted. He left regardless.<br/><br/>Satisfied that she'd made at least a few of the Valdar thoroughly uncomfortable she left that table caught up with Yfan to sit at his table. Her sly half smile was sneaking back unto her face. Yfan wasn't looking at her as he gobbled his food up hungrily but she spoke to him, "What? They were saying inappropriate things. Or at least I assume they were. I know I shouldn't assume but Light it makes me suspicious when a group of people suddenly hushes up when I enter a room." Her words were loud enough to carry through the Mess to nearby ears.<br/><br/>"You know you should just call me, Ishara," she said to Yfan. "Someday you may call me Ishara Sedai but not today. Ishara will do. So, how long before you are considered fully trained? I never did understand how the training cycle works for the trainees. It seems to me from what I had seen in the past, you are well prepared already." She was evaluating him with her gaze now, watching for signs of his thoughts. "I understand you've faced trollocs before and not just the imaginary ones that too many trainees like to boast about. How doe it sit with you to know that you will face them again?" She adjusted herself in her seat and crossed her legs, posture perfectly correct even without a seat back to line up with, since the small bench she sat on was not much more then a flat piece of wood.