<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Avalyn Amasera<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Warner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training grounds, Smithing<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Avalyn had spent the better part of an hour practicing a new form and learning its application, but also how to counter it.  She was not learning sword forms at a fast pace, but she was doing more to be prepared than to become any sorts of expert. She knew that there might come a time when using the One Power would not be possible, and when that happened, the last thing that Avalyn wanted was to be unprepared and unskilled. Practicing the same form over and over had some of her muscles ache and left her right arm feeling like burdened with led.<br/><br/>Soon, the practice sword was put back where it came from and Avalyn was ready to head to her chambers to soak in a warm bath. The warm water would ease the tension in her shoulders  and in her arm. After… perhaps it was time for her to pay a visit to he faire before everything worth noticing was sold or gone.  She had heard that there was an impressive menagerie there with creatures from the other side of the Spine of the World. Her ear caught onto the rhythmic sound of metal being hammered and her steps slowed.<br/><br/>It was no secret that Warner spent some time in the forge sometimes and the idea that they could head to the faire together crossed her mind. She entered the forge to see who was there and recognized him immediately.  There was no way that she would miss him; not when one considered that he was the person that her gaze sought to find each time she crossed the training grounds, or that she had to enter the mess hall.  She knew it was him, and now she even had the privilege to see him without a shirt on and her eyes openly lingered. Avalyn glided into the space so that he could see that she was there, but far enough away not to risk her mint-green dress. It was an altaran-style dress, showing a hint of cleavage in the oval cut-out at her throat. The tight bodice molded her slender form and the skirts fell down to her ankles loosely, the hem embroidered with dark vines. She had a small, roguish smile on her lips that said she was definitely up to no good.<br/><br/>Truth was, she had made her choice for her first warder for some time now.  Warner was the one that she wanted but it seemed that she had a horrible timin. Each time that she wanted to speak to him something happened; a sitter wanted to see her or it was time to go for a class, or either of them didn't seem to be in the right mood for that discussion to happen. It was never a good time, but it had to happen sooner rather than later before someone else snatched him away from her. Tonight, she decided, she would make her offer and stop finding excuses to push it to later.  The worst he could say was no, and it wouldn't be like the wheel would stop spinning if he did.<br/><br/><em>The wheel weaves as the wheel wills…</em></div>