<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms, Pain in the Ass<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Moira<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 5th | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Faire around Tar Valon<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Kal grumbled.<br/><br/>The non-vocal utterances were almost a langue within themselves. This one, in particular, conveyed his annoyance over the crowd. They had parted for them, turning a security nightmare into something easier but by that same token they had made an easy pathway to the dance floor and thus his inevitable doom. He had agreed to one dance, a token gesture but the sheer happiness that inspired made him feel guilty about that.<em>Bloody, flaming, infernal, light blasted woman</em>he sighed taking her hand the rough callouses of a lifetime filled with war and hard work a complete contrast to the smooth skin of an Aes Sedai. Their eyes met over the dance floor and he narrowed them in response. The old warder recognized that look, there would be nothing good that came from this, that much was certain.<br/><br/>She slid away from him, finding an empty space on the floor but it was the way that she slid that pulled at his memory. Subtle almost serpentine in its movement, the irritation and annoyance in the bond instantly vanishing as his eyes widened it.<em>She wouldn’t</em>he almost blushed for her. Kal was far from the normal conservative ways that the majority of the land clung to, the site of ankles for instance were not a cause of fainting or even scandal. This however… this was different. A heat started to rise, flirting and pooling with the general anger that was always present. He tried to speak, lips parted but instead could only lick them. They were dry. Just when did that happen?<br/><br/>Feet were rooted to the spot, causing quite the traffic jam as some of the other dancers had to move around them. It lasted a moment, but Moira would know that the moment could be a lifetime to a warrior like himself. Many battles were decided in heart beats and if she had pulled something like this before, causing his entire mind to lock up in the midst of one, then it would have spelled defeat for them both. Instead he stepped forward a hand moving to her hip to still any further moves less he throw her over his shoulder and illustrate why such dances were to remain in private.<br/><br/>“I remember what it takes to get your legs to shake and your breath to gasp.” Two could play at this game. She had unwittingly raised the stakes to the highest of levels and Kal was not one to back down. He followed her movements with a practiced ease. The lessons of the battle field combined with that of Elaine being enough to get him through the unknown steps that everyone else seemed to intrinsically understand. “You could dance with others, but they would never keep up.”<br/>