<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 it, she knew he'd feel it, but she shuddered when he mentioned going South. In all honesty she preferred the people of the North, the Borderlanders in particular. Not only did they treat an Aes Sedai with respect still there (as opposed to some places where she might otherwise be met with subtle insults if not outright hostility) but they offered her a chance to fight against the Shadow. She didn't know if she'd live until the Final Battle, but she accounted every trolloc she helped to kill, every DarkFriend she hunted down, as one that someone else wouldn't have to face on that fateful day. Even if she wasn't there at the time, perhaps her meager efforts now would make a difference then.<br/><br/>She could do nothing with such meaning in the South!<br/><br/>"I think we'll stick to going North unless the Amerylin has some errand she needs to send us on," she stated with a small nod of her head and a tone that made it clear little short of such a request from the Amerylin herself was going to get her to journey Southward from the city.<br/><br/><em>"Almost,</em>an artform," she corrected with a teasing grin on her lips. She liked it on the very rare occassions when he (and she) unwound enough around each other to actually tease. Oh he was still gruff and his humor often left something to be desired, but then so did her own often. Even for a Green she could be a bit scandalous in what she found amusing so his gallows humor actually made her lips quirk just a bit, though she didn't quite crack a smile. It wouldn't do let him see too deeply past the chinks in her emotional armor after all! He already lived inside her head when she wasn't shielding her emotions from him, no need to give him more room than that.<br/><br/>What else she might have said, or thought, flew from her mind however as he made a slight stumble and to correct it was forced to draw her in close against his body. Looking up to meet his gaze she let a smile of an entirely different sort flow over her features as warmth spread under her skin. From this close she could feel the easy strength of him, honed from years wielding and fighting battles, as well as being suddenly, acutely, aware of the warmth and calluses of the hands holding her. Without a word he got a blush as her own thoughts traveled down the lane of memory and the almost faced mark at the back of her neck, hidden under her hair, seemed to pulse under her skin, a reminder of just what he could bring her to behind closed doors. Despite the blush, however, she didn't look away but held his gaze, bold and uncaring that the others around them could see the desire written across her features.<br/><br/>"So, now that we've established you<em>can</em>keep up on the dance floor, should you choose, are you truly going to leave me to the ravages of some unknown partner who might squash my toes or misstep so badly as to spill to the ground itself?" she asked, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes that didn't necessarily bode well no matter what his answer!