<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>Kalain, Shayella<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 7 | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Moving from her own rooms to the Infirmary | Private Room<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Moira had been in her own rooms when a knock at the door startled her from her ruminations. For weeks now she'd been pondering opening the journals that Elaine had left to her and for weeks they'd remained untouched. Until just a few weeks ago they'd remained in a box, shoved as far away under her bed as the walls of her room would allow but as her mourning had lessened, her curiosity had grown until they had come out and now lined a corner of her desk but had, thus far, remained untouched. Now and then she would pick one up, turn it in her hands, considering opening it's pages and reading what her friend had had to say but always she ended up setting it back down, it's binding un-opened. She was ready to look at them, to wonder about them, but not to read them...not yet.<br/><br/>The knock however pulled her from her thoughts and made her look away from the journals. Rising from her seat at her desk she opened her door and offered a gentle smile to the young Novice standing there holding a note for her. Opening it she scanned the few lines it contained and a small frown creased her brow. She knew that Kal was in one of his therapy sessions with Shayella Adair, but she hadn't felt anything through their Bond to indicate that anything was wrong and she couldn't imagine why she'd be asked to come to the session<em>unless</em>something was wrong. That or the yellow wanted to pry in some fashion.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes for just a moment she focused on the small corner of her mind where she could feel Kal like a small knot of difference in her consciousness. Nothing felt out of place with him, or at least no more so than usual, other than a small spike of irritation but that was normal for him during his sessions and it piqued her curiosity. Why would Shayella send for her if nothing was wrong with Kal?<br/><br/>Opening her eyes she waved off the Novice without giving the girl a reply. Since she wasn't going to make them wait on her, there was no point in sending the girl with a response only to show up on her very heels.<br/><br/>Not even bothering to close her door she pulled on a pair of boots that rose to her knees, hugging her calves as they rose over the breeches she preferred to wear in private or when in the practice yard. A wide belt was quickly added over the deep purple of the tunic she wore so that she could slide the daggers, she never left her rooms without, home into their sheaths and her hair drawn back with a ribbon that matched the tunic. All was accomplished in only a couple of minutes and she considered herself fit to travel. Or in this case cross through the Tower. Some women would be utterly scandalized by a woman dressed more like a man than in typical female attire but anyone that didn't like her clothes simply didn't need to look. She would never be caught out and tripped up because of the silly fashions so popular amongst most females. Besides the breeches were the softest of suedes, the shirt a shimmering silk, and the belt and dagger sheathes gleamed oiled leather while the daggers and belt buckle were the highest quality workmanship in any kingdom. She might be dressed more like a man, but her attire screamed status all the same.<br/><br/>She was a Green after all, even when unconventional she<em>did</em>care about her appearance.<br/><br/>In less than five minutes after receiving the note from Shayella she was knocking on the door a novice had pointed out to her and opening it, standing just inside of it and glancing between the Yellow sister and her Warder, curiosity clear on her expression, "You asked for my presence Sister?"