<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>Tag:</strong>Warner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training grounds, Smithing<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Avalyn chuckled quietly when he commented on her smile. "A sane man would avoid trouble, but sometimes trouble can be so much fun. Don't let the Mistress of Novice hear me say this, she'd try to put me right back into my novice whites." She replied, her tone light-hearted and playful.  Her voice had this soft, husky feel to it, making it warm and did not carry much if she spoke softly. She fingered the embroidered neckline of her dress near her shoulder and then glanced toward the door to make sure that no one heard. She was showing signs of being playful, and to be looking for trouble, but it was nowhere near how she truly felt. Her insides were tied in a knot, keeping butterflies prisoners there quite efficiently. The commitment was a big one, and she prayed  that he would agree if she gathered the courage to tell him about it.<br/><br/>"I would appreciate having my own sword, but I hope you are making it light. My arms still tire too quickly for me to withstand a full sword fight."  The wooden lathe would give her a good work out, but she knew that metal was heavier than wood.  Her gaze followed his every movement, but that was nothing new; she was always quite aware of what was happening around her.  To have her eyes on him as they interacted together was no surprise. They way she looked at his chest though, muscles made more visible by the physical workout he had put himself through to forge something, was more talking and she didn't bother to hide that she enjoyed the sight.<br/><br/>"There is a faire in Tar Valon.  I was wondering if you would accompany me this evening.  I heard they might even have some fireworks later tonight. I wonder if the rumor is true, but… I would like to have you at my side regardless." Nothing in her tone or in her outward appearance betrayed the anxiety in her thoughts. The worst that he could do was to say no, but to be refused was something Avalyn had never taken kindly. To be refused by him would be more than a bruise to her ego and she knew it. Her gaze traveled upward to hold his. "Should I give you time to clean up properly, and wait for you at the gates?" Avalyn added, eyebrow quirked and smile still on her lips.  </div>