<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/RedAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Theraeve Valaim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557599#msg11557599)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>An alley in the Southern District<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>Theraeve's awareness was certainly not at its peak under the current circumstances, but as far as she could tell, Rhoven had finally backed off and abandoned the notion of taking her to the infirmary. What was she even doing, where was she trying to go? She had no idea, but the curious looks from people on the street who weren't being nearly as subtle as they seemed to think were already starting to piss her off. One little boy, maybe seven or eight years old, made the mistake of pointing, so Theraeve shot him back a glare so frigid that it sent him cowering behind his mother's skirts.<br/><br/>A sudden cough sent barbs of pain bursting through her chest as she wiped away at the blood on her face with her sleeve, prompting her to dip into the first alley that she crossed in search of some privacy. Leaning against the beige stone wall, Theraeve staggered deeper into the narrow space between two buildings where dim shadows reigned, providing some cover from the sun. She tried to settle herself for a moment, just long enough to weave an air bubble around herself that would contain the sound of her voice, but Saidar's flows crashed against her like waves breaking upon jagged rocks, causing the attempt to fizzle instantly.<br/><br/>Instead, Theraeve had to resort to biting down on the side of her own hand to muffle an anguished cry as her back slid down against the wall until she was seated on the ground. It was only a matter of time until the aftereffects of her sparring match gone wrong caught up with her. Grimacing with one side of her face, she hastily undid the leather girdle from around her waist, tossing it aside carelessly before tugging the bottom of her shirt out of her trousers and pulling it up to inspect the damage underneath.<br/><br/>Apparently, her guard still needed some work on the left in particular, because that whole side was dotted with dark crimson bruises which would be turning purple soon enough. That was in addition to all the other bruises scattered around her arms and legs, and the one around her right eye, and of course her busted lower lip. And yet somehow, all of that hurting brought her a certain level of satisfaction too, like she knew it was well earned, especially after the unacceptable offense that she'd just committed for reasons she still didn't fully comprehend.<br/><br/>Tilting her head back against the wall, Theraeve closed her eyes and tried to rest there for a bit, although it only took a few minutes before she realized how her throat was parched and her tongue seemed to be burning up in her mouth. Not without some difficulty, she eventually pulled herself up and began walking towards the alley's opposite exit which would lead her further south, to one of the several taverns located around the docks. The walk wouldn't be too enjoyable, but what was a little more discomfort now in exchange for the promise of as many stiff drinks as it took to obliterate her short term memory and ability to feel or think?<br/>