<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br/><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin to Avalyn Sedai<br/><strong>Bond Mate:</strong>Avalyn Amasera<br/><strong>Tags: </strong>Avalyn<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place: </strong>The White Tower to Avalyn's Quarters<br/><strong>Warning: </strong><br/><hr/>Warner grinned a little as the various halls were described, "Probably books and scrolls." he said at the mention of the browns, "If they remember to decorate at all." He was amused at and oddly reassured that she called him "hers" and he didn't disagree with the statement. He could feel so many things through the bond with her and if there was any reget or confusion about her choice of him, he couldn't tell it. He could understand many of the emotions; or at least put some male reason to them that might, or might not be correct. He knew about the reputation of women from her culture and it was both intimidating and exciting in a variety of ways. How did a woman learn those arts if not by practical application? The way that they moved, the way they used those lashes and lips in ways that he was sure that he would take years to understand and there were stories about how a woman like Avalyn could leave a man witless and vacant eeyed with little more than a caress, much less with actual intimacy. A man was never quite sure what was fact and what was fiction, particularly with any woman, much less a demoni It wasn't all together a horrible fate if she ever chose to share that part of herself with him... he was a an and she was by any standard beautiful enough to rivalthe ledgendary beauty of the Queen of Andor who was, he had heard, on the verge of marriage... lucky man.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't care to be anyone elses Avalyn." he said after a long pause, "You intimidate me enough for any three women and I'm quite happy with trying to keep up with one green." he grinned and patted her hand in the crook of his arm. "We must be close, the hanging ahead looks like a woman with a blade and ball of fire in her hands...