<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms, Master Pain in the Ass<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Moira<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 5th | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Faire around Tar Valon<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Calm. That was not what he would have called it. The void was calm, it was still, and at the center of it was death. It was the last thing he wanted to remember while hidden by the branches of this old tree but as he thought about it; just how much had this ancient being seen? The city of Tar Valon was not without its own demons, how many had died while this tree looked on? Yet it continued to grow. Without even thinking Kal reached out a hand to stroke along the familiar contours of the bark, knowing where the tree was its strongest and what branches were weakened and needed support. He understood this tree. “Tranquility.” The Master of Arms spoke a bit out of turn, showing a bit of the mind that had resided under the sarcastic and bitter personality.<br/><br/>“It goes beyond calm” Eventually he was going to have to find someplace new, if only to let someone else discover the tree and the wonderful music that the wind played through the leaves and the branches. Kal was loathe to give it up, even more so to share it with the woman but something about it felt right. Oh, he would deny it to the bitter end if word ever got back to the Yellow that he would feel anything close to a human emotion when it came to Moira. That was a problem for the next few days, somewhere within the festivities they had decided to live in the present. The future and the past faded away, the great weight lifting from his shoulders for once and letting the old warder simply be.<br/><br/>The Master of Arms smiled at the blush and heat of her face. In the dark the detail of her features were shaded to him but he could feel it. The creep of her heat, the thought of something more, the memories that they had made. They were all there waiting to bubble to the surface. Oh he felt it, but now was not the time to tease her about it. With a bit of shifting and some gentle maneuvering they settled on a position. Her body fitted to his, mouth resting just over her shoulder as he brushed the hair from one side of her face to reveal the line of her neck. Without even thinking his lips moved for the brush of skin, a tender moment in what usually was a man that was more steel then flesh.<br/><br/>The first firework went off, a distant roar as the air vibrated with the explosion of sound and light. Instinct, his hands tightened on her as though whatever propelled the light and fire into the air would be coming for them next. It was stupid, foolish and he gave her a quick grin but still kept her close. The damage had been done, she would know that he actually enjoyed the feel of her pressed so tightly to him. “Aye, when I can’t sleep I often come here. The beds they give us, sometimes they are far too soft will ruin me next time I have to travel. Once a soldier gets used to a bed the ground never quite feels the same.”<br/>