<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms, Master Pain in the Ass<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Moira<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 5th | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Faire around Tar Valon<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>He understood. The southern nations were places that the old warder would be happy avoid. They were a place filled with sour memories where nobles thought more of themselves or their pockets then their people. Also, they generally frowned to punches in the face when discovered in a lie. That was a lesson that Kal had learned firsthand. It was only through direct intervention by Elaine that they had been able to walk away without further bloodshed. Something about honor and duels, not a single one of the lordlings realizing that the man that stood before them had a heron marked blade collecting dust in his trunk back at home. He would win, but then the duels would continue until their honor was wither satisfied or if they were all dead. Cooler heads prevailed, as Kal would have more than happy to end that particular bloodline.<br/><br/>“That might be for the best, I am rather sure that a few nobles families of Tear still remember my name and face to make such trips…problematic.” He shrugged, a slow smile spreading his lips as seemed completely unrepentant when it came to those problems. There were times that any authority figure needed to be reminded that they could still experience pain. It did not matter what orders that they received. The Master of Arms first and primary duty was to protect his Aes Sedai, and damn whomever had handed them orders. There were some warders that forgot that fact, that they were beholden to the power of the tower. It was controversial but he found little ways to make sure that each and every student that he worked with understood the value of defiance.<br/><br/>His hand slid from hers as he brought it up to his chest in a mock wound, “M’lady, you not only wound me but completely ruin my retirement plans. I was relying on it being an art to keep me fed in my greying years.” Years that he knew he would never see. Kal was destined to die in battle and the day he could not lift a sword was the day he walked into the Blight to spit into the shadow’s eye personally. The smiles and teases faded as the small distance between them rapidly closed. That smile suggested at possibilities that he had not planned on. Their little dalliances were passion fueled outlets, ones that he could have sworn she viewed as mistakes but that little smile suggested otherwise. The warmth that pressed against them followed by the blush that he had been seeking from the very beginning spoke volumes.<br/><br/>So distracted by that look he did not even realize that he had become victorious. He had broken through the calm and control and made her blush and all it took was a touch. Their eyes refused to break as the heat intensified. Fingers pressed tighter into her back, illustrating the strength that she had only caught glimpses of before. Moira might not have been from his homeland but her time there had changed her. She would fit right in, he just needed to teach her a bit more about the sword so that if they journeyed their on harvest time that the green could defend his honor for once. He knew he should let her go, to put that distance back between them, that soon the whispers would start but Kal refused to care. The Master of Arms took a slow breath, the scent of her hair and skin so close that he could almost taste it.<br/><br/>He took that first step back, showed the mountain of control that he possessed but the distance that he held them now was closer than it was before. “Ravages?” His head tilted as though he could properly demonstrate that word but he let it go, for now. “Why, Moira, if I did not know better it sounds like you seek my protection on the dance floor.” They both knew what the answer was going to be, but now that he could have the excuse of protecting her it made it easier for him to accept. “If only to keep you safe, Aes Sedai.” He gave a gentle laugh, the use of her title for once not meant as an insult.<br/>