<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Gaidin.<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Suana Bemesta.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Suana Bemesta.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE.<br/><strong>Place:</strong>The Grounds, Secluded Corner Of The Garden.<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Honestly, he hadn't ever thought of the matter quite like that; she was right, of course, that perfection left him nowhere to grow, nowhere to go, nothing to strive for, but he would disagree that it was boring; he was never one to seek out challenge for the sake of challenge, and he wasn't one to actively enjoy the contest...his skills were a means to an end, and that end was protecting the White Tower and his Aes Sedai...and, by definition, being a perfect weaponsmaster meant that he would very rarely - if ever - lose. Was perfection attainable? Probably not. He was no philosopher, but he knew that perfection was never truly in reach for humans. Humans were inherently flawed, imperfect creatures and the imperfect could never hope to attain perfection. But did that mean you didn't strive for it? Of course not. It was a goal that you would never reach, so you settled for as close as you could get, hoping to brush your fingers against it just briefly, so you could have a moment where you thought "I am now the best I can be..." until, that was, you found somebody better who pushed you to improve yet again. "Perfection may be unattainable, Suana...but I do not think it's something that shouldn't be striven for. When improving yourself, you should always aim to be the closest to perfect you can be. What else should we do? Simply aim for being slightly worse than perfect? That then gives us slack. It gives us a margin for error. Even if we don't succeed...aiming for perfection is an admirable goal, especially in matters of life and death."<br/><br/>He shook his head, then allowed his hands to dance along her waist and sides lightly, absently caressing her soft, supple form as he remained nestled between her legs. The longer they stayed here, the longer they risked discovery...but it was the Faire - which meant people would be out late - and surely it wasn't unheard of for Greens to bed their Warders, right? And who was going to reprimand Suana? She was, after all, the Sitter for the Green...she was the one who scolded, not the one who received scolding! Excuses, of course. He just didn't want to move overly much, and as long as Suana didn't push him off or send him emotions to that effect, he certainly wasn't moving. He tilted his head a little; the Borderlands? That would be a case of "throwing him in at the deep end," wouldn't it? The one place in the world where Trollocs and The Eyeless are actually facts of day to day life, where every day could bring a Trolloc raid or a drought...a brutal place to live, one that bred a people as hard as nails and sturdy as oak. He lifted an eyebrow. "Do you have business in The Borderlands, then? It would be no small Culture Shock, but where you go, I go. I'm sure it wouldn't be<em>too</em>bad..." He offered her a slight smile. Was the prospect nerve-inducing? Of course; he'd be a fool not to be nervous at the prospect! But did he think he could do it, and do it well? ....oh, yes. Right at that moment, he felt like he could do anything. And if she had business in the Borderlands...well, just bring it on.