<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong><strong>Moira Niall</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11564337#msg11564337)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Kalain Baneron<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Watching Kal and Theraeve<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>The Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Moira didn't miss it. She saw, and felt, the fury raging inside of her Warder, knew where they stemmed from, and felt him managing to leash it just as she reigned in her own emotions in order to channel. Because he was able to reign it in she was able to focus on the immediate need of healing him, but she noted it all the same, to be examined later. She had no doubt the damned Yellows that harassed him every week, prying into his life and emotions, would have a field day with this days happenings and was beyond glad she didn't have to deal with that particular quirk of his fate.<br/><br/>Little did she know that small gratitude would be short lived.<br/><br/>When their eyes met she was taken slightly aback, without any sort of pretense or control between them she could see deeper into him than she ever had before and that seeing, that knowledge, would have shaken her to her very core if she hadn't already been touching the Source. Caught in the peace that one needed to channel, nothing could shake her in that moment,  but, as with his rage, the new knowledge was seen, noted, and filed away for when she had more leisure to examine it. It was there though, in her eyes, as she held his gaze, the knowing was there and he would know that while she might not use it against him, she wouldn't forget, and it would always be there now, between them, until they dealt with it.<br/><br/>Sometimes she wondered if a Warder was really worth the trouble, but Elaine had seen fit to transfer his Bond instead of taking him into danger with her which meant she wanted him to live and Moira wouldn't negate her deceased friends final wish for this man.<br/><br/>Or didn't think she would until he growled at her. Done healing him she released the source and her own emotions came surging back to the forefront. Still deeply enmeshed in their bond there would be no hiding her own rage, her own confusion or fear. Even though none of those things would show on her cool Aes Sedai features, he'd feel them between them before she was able to wrap her own chains of control on her emotions and answer his anger with her own, distant, fury. Unlike his, Moira's rage wasn't a thing that would burn the world, it was cold, calculating, and patient. It was a thing that would outlast the Wheel itself in order to break those she deemed responsible for the death of her friend. Oh he'd taken care of those physically responsible, but Elaine had been deeply enmeshed in her causes and Moira had never had any doubt that there was someone else, someone with power and influence, someone who had given the order to have an Aes Sedai killed and kept their own lily white hands clean in the process. It was this person her own anger wanted to bring to wrack and ruin.<br/><br/>Pushing such thoughts aside she faced Kal's words with an expression of complete, and utter, indifference that only he would know was nothing more than an Aes Sedai facade, "Liar. You forget Master at Arms, I can see inside your head, I can feel what you feel. Ever since your return, you haven't been fighting to<em>live</em>, you've been fighting the urge to die and that's not the same thing at all. So choose Kalain Baneron. Decide what is more precious to you, your life or your death. Elaine chose your life but if you wish to dishonor her final wish and choose your death say so, speak up Master at Arms and I'll free you of your Bond so you can go see Trollocs in the Blight, or throw yourself on your own sword. If you want, in any part of you, however, to honor Elaine then<em>live</em>, don't just exist but live your life."<br/><br/>As she spoke she yanked her wrist, pulling herself free of the grip holding her and trying not to let her mind wander to other moments, some just the night before, when those strong hands had held her. It was a shock to realize how much she'd miss him if he chose freedom and death over remaining but she couldn't force him to stay. Couldn't force him to do anything more than go through the motions of living a life he clearly didn't value anymore. It wasn't an argument she'd expected to bring to a head quite yet, but there it was anyway, brought forth in a burst of anger and now a wash of sadness at the thought of losing him. Folding her arms across her chest she spun on one heel, turning her back so that she wouldn't have to look at him for a moment, drawing a deep breath and trying to find enough control to put her mental shields back in place. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel what she was feeling, for him to know she'd miss his gruff presence if he chose to leave. Staying had to be<em>his</em>choice, not something he felt guilted into by her emotions.