<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>Bondmate:</strong>Warner Du'Baru<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Warner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>A table in the corner<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Avalyn felt the flood coming through the bond and it threatened to overwhelm her for a short moment. His desire was raw, unrestrained, as he had every right to feel. She kept her eyes ahead, fighting the urge to turn them to him, or to look at his lap when he mentioned it. She knew why he said that and given the desire that she had felt from him, she expected a bulge which was like a magnet for her attention given that she felt desire too. If she did not have a good measure of self-control, however, she wouldn't be Aes Sedai.<br/><br/>She felt his hand around her and leaned into him some more. Her head rested against his shoulder, and her attention was on the story of the Gleeman until he spoke to her.  "Oh… I am not even trying yet. I wonder how you will be holding on when I am actually doing it on purpose.." She replied softly, a mischievous smile played on her lips.  She was telling the truth, of course, she wasn't really trying to drive him mad, just to turn him on and that had worked.<br/><br/>The story in front lost a bit of its appeal after the hunter single-handedly killed a fade with a blade to the heart, without taking its head off. Nothing can break the attention of a knowledgeable audience more than mistakes like these. Avalyn snorted discreetly and cast a glance toward Warner with a less than impressed expression on her face, and caught herself hoping that there would be music soon, and space for them to dance, until then, she listened and took a drink of her wine now and then.<br/><br/>The music came with the end of the story, where the hunter found the horn, hidden in plain sight on a statue of some Illianer palace. Knowing that the horn was lost and that people had been looking for it all over the place, the possibility of this was slim. It would require that anyone able to read and understand the writings on the horn to pass by and pay attention. "The grave is no bar to my call" is hard to ignore. Avelyn reminded herself that it was just a story, fiction, and that it was by its nature not made to be believed in, and so when the music came, she looked up at Warner expectantly. "Ready?"</div>