<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/>They were making quite the scene and for once, she didn't care. This was an argument that would have been better suited to the privacy of one of their rooms but it had come to a head here, very much in public, and now that it had, Moira wasn't going to back down from it. Her eyes flashed with fury when he called her "little girl" but only he would be close enough to see it and only he would know he had breached the Aes Sedai coolness that held her features. Anyone else would likely know she was angry from the tone of her words, or the tight way she held her body but her face...her face betrayed nothing.<br/><br/>Of course he didn't need her face to know he hadn't just cracked that cool exterior, he'd breached it fully, splitting her emotions wide open until, mentally, she lay raw before him. If he wasn't caught up entirely in his own fury he'd feel hers, and feel the underlying fear at the root of it and beyond all that, despite all that, an thread of desire would between them as well. How not when that sure grip released her wrist only to be transferred to her hip when she turned her back to him. That bruising hand on her hip making her draw the barest of  gasps and sending a shiver down her spine that only he would feel.<br/><br/>This had become a recent annoyance to her within the last few months. Arguing with him often led to other passions igniting as well.<br/><br/>With his voice growling in her ear, he could have said almost anything and she might have melted into him. Might have if there had been just a little less anger, a little more of other things, but his fury, his bloodlust, they pounded at her mind through the Bond they shared and distracted her from the reactions of her body. Being Aes Sedai, the body could be put aside, could all but be ignored, while the mind was occupied and he was entirely occupying her mind at the moment.<br/><br/>"Not so many, or not so many that are important. Just one, just one to be hunted, captured, and put to our mercy," she all but hissed, her voice pitched low so only he would hear. "Everything else is practice."<br/><br/>It was an honest assessment of her own desire for vengeance. Someone had ordered her friend's death. Someone had dared to hide in the shadows and watch as others did their dirty work. Someone had dared to send cutthroats and thugs to destroy someone she held precious and she<em>would</em>make them pay for it. Kal had taken care of the cutthroats and thugs...Moira intended to take care of the man or woman who had pulled their strings.