<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Nasha al'Maena<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Brown Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Not yet<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Galvren<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 7th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>North gate<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha caught a movement from the corner of her eye and she turned to see a familiar face. At one point or the other, they had probably crossed paths but she couldn't put a name on the face. Maybe it had been just that, crossing paths. She made a small, polite curtsy in answer to his bow; being polite never hurt anyone. Well, that probably wasn't true, but it wouldn't hurt her here and now for sure. "I am Nasha, of the Brown Ajah."  Nasha said, without thinking. She felt like pulling the brown-fringed shawl that sat on her shoulders over her head to hide. Thanks to her training, none of that embarrassment showed in her face. Nasha remained rather aloof, but she did give the Valdar a smile. <br/><br/>There was more than her shawl that indicated her Ajah. She wore a typical andoran dress, with a decent neckline, long sleeves, a comfortably tight bodice that  emphasized her decent curves and flat stomach, before flaring into a long, loose skirt down to her ankles. The dress was a rich caramel-brown color, with white scrolls embroidered at the hems and the neckline. Her feet were not clad in slippers, as was often the case while she was in the library or her study, but in soft-soled leather boots that would make walking the uneven streets more comfortable. She had let her long, silky brown hair loose upon her shoulders. Nasha was clearly dressed as if to go meet a low Andoran noble, rather than to head to the menagerie.<br/><br/>"I've never been very fond of crowds." Nasha said, in explanation for her pause. It was true that, she was not fond of crowds, especially not festive crowds, it wasn't a matter or fear. "I asked the captain if he could spare someone to come with me, but it seems that everyone who could go to the faire is already there. I would not be  requiring much of my escort, really. Are you one of those who have to stay on the grounds because the Tower needs more guards than usual to ensure everyone's security?" Nasha asked, turning toward him. She couldn't ask him to disobey the captain, it would be unfair.  It was all an excuse to delay her mingling with the crowd, she knew.<br/></div>