<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong><strong>Moira Niall</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11564337#msg11564337)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Kalain Baneron<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Kalain, Shayella<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 7 | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Moving from her own rooms to the Infirmary | Private Room<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Moira Sedai,"</em><br/><br/>Glancing at her Warder, Moira didn't need to hear the coldness in his voice to recognize the anger underneath it. She could feel it in the back of her mind as surely as if it was rolling off of him in waves and even if she hadn't, the fact that he'd used her title would have told her more about his mood than anything else. She wasn't certain she could actually recall the last time he'd used it. Months certainly. As they'd begun to find their own, unsteady as it might be, truce with each other, the title (and the derision that usually came with it) had disappeared. Now it was back, but while it was cold, she didn't hear any of the biting sarcasm that had often accompanied it in their first days of being stuck bonded together.<br/><br/>So it wasn't her he was angry at.<br/><br/>Turning her attention to Shayella as the woman rose to invite her in, she looked her over with that stillness that all Aes Sedai seemed to have mastered. It wasn't unfriendly by any means, but neither was it warm and open, inviting confidences and the sharing of ones private thoughts. It was a look that hid much more than it revealed, but being Aes Sedai herself, Moira knew, Shayella would recognize it for what it was, a mask they all wore at times. She was wary of why this woman had invited her here, especially when she seemed to agreeable to having her join them while Kal seemed anything but.<br/><br/>Glancing between Kal and the Yellow Sister, she entered the room and took the seat closest to where Kal was seated so that they could face the other woman with a united front. On some level, Moira knew that Shayella was trying to help Kal, but with Kal's emotions knotting in the back of her mind, and her own reluctance to open up to someone she hardly knew, she suspected that speaking with them was going to be very much, for Shayella, like beating her head against a brick wall...and she found she couldn't really be minded all that much.<br/><br/>As the woman went on, her resolve to speak as little as possible (at least on things of consequence) only grew firmer. The questions she asked in rapid succession made Moira want to stiffen and glare but she forced her body to remain relaxed, the only sign of any agitation being her right hand falling to the hilt of one of her daggers and fingering it almost lovingly. To most it wouldn't look like anything but something to do with her hands, but Kal had known her long enough, had seen her in enough tempers, to know that she fingered the blades at her hips when her thoughts were dark...no matter how serene a gaze she faced the world with.<br/><br/>When the Yellow Sister, finally, paused in her explanations and questionings, Moira leaned forward, her hands resting on her knees, fingers steepling before her to rest her chin on her fingers as she eyed the other Sister from cool eyes, "Shayella Sedai, tell me something, am I<em>truly</em>to understand, that I was asked to join you today on a mere whim? So you could pry into the private doings between myself and my Warder?"<br/><br/>It was a rather pointed question, but Moira had pointed it on purpose. This woman had been meeting with Kal for a entire year. If she hadn't realized his questioning why Moira wasn't at the session with him was nothing more than his being a sarcastic pain in the ass she was either being deliberately obtuse, or she should have been too stupid to ever earn her shawl. Since Moira didn't believe the latter for a second, that left the former. The woman was prying. Or granted, you didn't make a good therapist if you<em>weren't</em>a nosy busy-body but that didn't mean that Moira was going to be any more open with her than Kal had been.<br/><br/>Thinking of Kal turned her gaze toward him, her mouth drawn into a small frown as she asked him, "What<em>precisely</em>have you told Shayella Sedai, Kal?" It was a simple question, but an important one, she had no intention of sharing any more with this woman that Kal already had, but to do that she needed to know what Kal had told her.