<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Accepted (ready for the Test)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Yfan (soon), Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Gates just outside the White Tower<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>(... continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234957.msg11567748#msg11567748) )<br/><br/>Ishara had practically run back to her room to get changed. Once all her clothes were off and tossed aside she realized what a mess she was making. Slowing down slightly she carefully rolled up items, folded them, and put them all neatly back into her trunk of personal affects. Most of the items were training materials but the sword she was allowed to keep, the outfit that was partly new and partly old, sent to her from family.<br/><br/>The robe that Ishara wore was the simple white with multi-colored bands at the cuffs to denote her status as Accepted. The white cloth itself wrapped around her and tied with a simple cord dangling through a loop at the hip. The robes covered from ankle all the way up to a high collar fitting snugly about her slender neck. Though not sexy at all, they did cling somewhat to her curves but covered her up entirely. Modesty was not one of Ishara's stronger traits and she still struggled with that concept but she did understand why the Sisters did it, representing authority and all that. Still, what she wouldn't give right now for a slinky silk dress with just a bit of color.. preferable Green like the color of Battle! In her mind, that's exactly what she was wearing right now.<br/><br/>Heading out to the front gate she was first to arrive before Yfan. One of the guards recognized her, a dalliance she had as a novice and the two of them kept a healthy distance as a result. His face was starting to flush so she slipped over and gently caressed his hand, a cooling sensation trickling through him. It was meant to refresh but she also knew that it occasionally put people at ease. "Hello old friend. It's good to see you as well," she said casually to him. The two conversed for a few moments as she kept a watchful eye for Yfan. Her intent was to put his mind at ease and help him get over his initial sense of embarrassment. Why he could possibly be embarrassed she had no idea but she certainly remembered the punishment she received after the Mistress of Novices found out about that little tryst. She had spent a month working the back room of the kitchens, received a thorough flogging, and had to spend all that month studying proper decorum and lady like etiquette as taught by kingdoms from all around the known world.<br/><br/>Politely excusing herself she slipped a few steps out into the city proper and waited directly in front of the gate where Yfan could best see her. It was her way of distancing herself again from the guard.