<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>Shayella<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>The City Fair<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>Noticing the reverent looks all around as bystanders began flocking towards the Mother, most of them somewhat timid at first, Theraeve tried to weigh the positives and negatives presented by this sort of outing in her head. Was gaining popularity with the city folk worth exposing herself to potential threats? It seemed impossible to determine without knowing exactly what was out there, and that was precisely what caused her the most apprehension. Then again, she almost certainly would have insisted on doing the same had she been in Raine's place - which was quite a preposterous thought in itself! Never in a million years would Theraeve want, or believe herself capable of taking on such an enormous responsibility. She could barely deal with what she already had on her plate.<br/><br/>Shayella's melodious tone soon pulled her away from those thoughts, instead stirring fond memories of the excursion to Tarabon that they'd shared. The dress that Theraeve wore tonight was downright demure in comparison to the skin tight wisp of nearly sheer fabric which Shayella had somehow convinced her to put on along with a matching veil in the interest of blending in. It had worked quite marvelously, though, allowing them to finally surprise the channeler who'd previously evaded them for the better part of a week. She couldn't argue with results.<br/><br/>They'd seen some spectacular fireworks as well, that much was true, but as she tried to remind herself specifically what they looked like, Theraeve could only recall the way that Shayella's expression had lit up and the infectious sound of her laughter. Those fleeting moments where they got to enjoy themselves were burned into her mind, it was just regrettable how few and far between those memories had to be. Hopefully tonight would be a good chance to make more.<br/><br/>"Shopping, you say?" Theraeve repeated as she deviated from the center of the road, heading towards a stall which brimmed with jewelry that featured a wide array of precious stones. "New hobby of yours?" she asked with a pinch of sarcasm. A huge, menacing bald man was watching over it like a hawk, no doubt a guard which the jewelry merchant had been wise to invest in. It would have been excessively difficult for one person to keep an eye on everything with the high amount of traffic attracted by the festivities. A parallel could be drawn to Theraeve's own task of watching over the Amyrlin, but thankfully she wasn't alone in that endeavor either.<br/><br/>Ignoring the guard's looming presence, she leaned her back against the side of the stall and plucked out a gaudy jade encrusted medallion, deftly rolling it back and forth between between her knuckles as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "Anything strike your fancy? My treat, to thank you for taking away the headache," Theraeve offered with a slight smile, flicking the medallion into the air with her thumb so that it landed face-up, right on the little pillow where it had been resting previously. "And then maybe I'll let you talk me into a drink...just one."