<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/RedAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Theraeve Valaim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557599#msg11557599)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Kalain, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>Convinced that this whole endeavor had just been one pointless waste of time, Theraeve was just on the verge of storming off - probably to go find a tavern where she could drink away what was left of her ruined afternoon - but she was held back when one man actually approached her rather than shying away. And of his own volition, no less. It was enough to pique her curiosity for a few more seconds, if nothing else.<br/><br/>Not helped by the fact that she was already in a rather sour mood, the crunch of the apple being bitten into seemed to grate right against one of Theraeve's nerves. Although proper manners were a considerable aspect of the teachings offered to both prospective Aes Sedai and Warders at the White Tower, she'd never been particularly stringent about adhering to perfect etiquette herself, but the way that this man was nonchalantly biting and chewing while speaking to her translated into an off-putting smugness. It just made her want to slap that stupid green fruit right out of his hand.<br/><br/>He had the face of a grizzled veteran with keen, hard blue eyes that had plainly witnessed much battle and hardship over the years, so in other words, he was a completely different beast than the three young Valdars that she'd just dispatched. It just so happened that Theraeve found him quite handsome, his appearance touching on several of her weaknesses, and that somehow only made his behavior seem that much more insufferable. She actually pursed her lips and ground her teeth when he took the second bite out of his apple while speaking.<br/><br/>Having spent much more time away from the Tower than she did within its walls, Theraeve could barely keep track of the ranks and politics of the different Ajahs, let alone anything that was going on with the male side, so she had no idea who this man was or what rank he held. As far as she could tell, he wore no pin or anything else by which she could identify him, although from the manner in which the recruits looked upon him with a mixture of fear and respect and the way that he appropriated the sands to himself, she could only assume that he was the Master of something or other. All those Masters, and yet apparently they couldn't train a single recruit who was willing to put up a real fight between the lot of them.<br/><br/>Unable to hid her displeasure at patronizingly being referred to as 'a pretty little thing', Theraeve couldn't help but scoff. "Something like that, sure." She flicked her head to the side a single time to displace the stray locks of hair hanging over her eyes and wiped away the sweat which had pearled on her forehead. "Those pups were hardly capable of defending<em>themselves</em>, let alone anyone else," she continued in a harsh tone, almost as if accusing him of having failed, specifically. Had she known about his past, Theraeve might have chosen a slightly more tactful way of getting her point across, but she had no idea about the loss of his Aes Sedai or anything else. Not even his name, since he hadn't bothered introducing himself.<br/><br/>"It seems this was the wrong place to come searching for competent sparring partners, so worry not, I'll let you get back to your...<em>lunch</em>." The last word was spoken as she tilted her head to the side slightly, followed up by a jeering little smirk before she attempted to brush past him on her way back to the Tower.<br/><br/><br/>