<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>A table in the corner<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">The smile that floated on her lips had something knowing, and almost shy. Almost. "I am the same woman that you've sparred with the last couple of years, Warner. The bond changes nothing in that aspect. What does change is that I am more aware of you and you are more aware of me. So far, there is nothing in what I get from you that I do not approve or agree with." His desire, his affection, everything he felt for her had been news to her. She had been blind to it, too focused on her training and on how to convince him to be her warder to see that the convincing part was already done long ago.<br/><br/>Avalyn glanced his way, mischief in her eyes. She was up to no good again, planning to tease him, or to provoke some reaction out of him. "Don't apologize, dear Gaidin." She stretched her neck and kissed his cheek in a rather chaste but tender manner. "Do not hide how you feel from me anymore, please. I cannot act on something that I ignore. Besides I have a clearer idea of how you feel about me, and I feel the same about you." She admitted. As if to prove a point, her hand shifted into his, lacing her fingers with his in a hand hold that she felt was more intimate, and she covered his hand with her second one.<br/><br/>"The soap is rosewater, from the soapmaker down on Tanner street. He makes soap the way my mother did, and rosewater is my favorite, though some other soaps that he makes smell equally as good." She said, momentarily distracted by the sound of a flute that seemed to harmonize itself with the intricate circles and rhythm set by the juggler. She managed to take her eyes away from the spectacle in front to look at her man once again. <br/><br/>"Thank you." She said, and the gratitude that flowed through the bond was far more intense than a simple compliment about how she smelled warranted. The words, as she said them, were meant for far more than the compliment. It was for the way he felt for her, for accepting to be her brother in arms, being her warder. By the Light. She had her first warder! Thinking about it made her stomach flutter.</div>