<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ardan Taliesin<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Gaidin<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Aleana Sedai (Soon)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Aleana<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Aleana<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ardan remained kneeling at her feet, the last word of his oath had passed his lips and he still couldn't believe it. When Aleana spoke, Ardan looked up at her and listened. He had joined the tower with military training, he believed that his skills had needed a dose of honing, but he was already a decent swordsman. She could, at any point, have laid her claim on him and his answer would have been positive. Her words confirmed that she could have, had she been the hasty kind. Had she asked at any point, he would have told her that it was his goal, his dream, to become a warder. He was not desperate enough for his dream that he would accept to be bonded by just any one of the available Aes Sedai. Her, however, he trusted. Why else would he have shared his secret with her?<br/><br/>Ardan braced himself for what came. Some had described it as merely unpleasant, others as needles in the brain. Ardan was ready, but he was also not one to let pain take him over. He took the settling of the weave very stoically, but as soon as the bond would connect them together, she would be able to feel that he was far from stoic. He was excited, ecstatic, and so very grateful to be so trusted with such an important task. He knew that she would rely on him now, for her protection, and to care for her when she needed it. <br/><br/>"The honor is mine, Aleana Sedai." He replied solemnly and he climbed onto his feet to walk closer to her. One hand raised and came to rest against the side of her neck and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "My Aes Sedai." He added so very softly that only her ears could catch it. He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes so that he could focus on the presence, the bundle now living in the back of his mind that was her. His bondmate. <br/><br/>"Would it be out of line for me to hold you?" He asked, still speaking softly as if he did not mean to be overheard. He felt uncertainty at his request, something that would easily seeped into the bond as he had no clue how to prevent some emotions to reach her just yet. He was uncertain, but also a bit shy. A wise man would know better than to ask such a question… but would a wise man without a death wish agree to become bonded to a woman who seemed to have a target painted on her back? After all, he had stopped an assassination attempt on her person only hours ago. He also wasn't sure what kind of relationship she expected from the bond, but he was prepared to be what she expected of him.<br/><br/></div>