<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>Bondmate:</strong>Warner Du'Baru<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Warner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Avalyn's room<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">"I know. I trust you Warner, or I would not have bonded you." Avalyn said, her tone soft as he was so close to her and needed nothing louder to hear her. She titled her head toward his hand, took it into hers and kiss his palm gently. She nodded her head to his words regarding wanting nothing that wasn't already in the room. It sent her heart racing and she hoped that she had not misunderstood him or misinterpreted everything that she had felt from him since the bond.<br/><br/>"You mean the honeycakes, right?" She teased when he said that what he wanted was in the room with him, and then she gave him a small smile to indicate that it was teasing and not serious. Schooling her features into Aes Sedai serenity had become second nature, and sometimes she had to think about how she should give off the right signals, otherwise a tease could come out as utterly serious and make her sound very stupid, like now if she had not smiled.<br/><br/>Avalyn watched him sit on her chair and made a mental note to require a warder-worthy chair, so that he wouldn't look like he's trying to sit on a house of cards without making it crumble.  A quick weave warded the room against eavesdropping, but also would prevent sound from carrying out. If things went the way that she thought they would, keeping moans, groans and grunts inside the four walls of her room would be best, indeed.<br/><br/> She gingerly sat across his lap, placing one arm above his shoulder and around it so  that her hand came to rest against his nape. "Talking wasn't what I had in mind, my Gaidin." She said, the last two words incredibly more affectionate-sounding that could have been expected. She had faith that the chair - helped with a knotted weave of air to support it - would not fall under their combined weight. Avalyn tilted her head and leaned forward but she did not aim for his lips. She aimed for his neck. Her tiny hand, made a bit cool because she was nervous, caressed her chest and came to the buttons of the bodice of her dress, deftly waking care of the tiny pearls that kept it closed. She wanted to encourage him along, but also to avoid having to sew buttons back on in the morning…</div>