<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>Tag:</strong>Kalain Baneron<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Faire around Tar Valon<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Moira saw the eyebrow go up but she didn't buy it. Once she'd gotten beyond the very worst of her grief over the loss of Elaine, she<em>had</em>starting paying some attention to the Warder her friend had left her saddled with and had noticed that he had picked up some very Aes Sedai-like habits while he had been Bonded to Elaine. Not the least of which was letting people think he knew more than he did and remaining quiet to give them enough rope to hang themselves with. She couldn't be certain if he'd heard her stomach rumble or not but that raised eyebrow wasn't going to fool her into believing one way or another.<br/><br/>She was distracted from her train of thought by his comments about spitting in the pie she was eating and perhaps dropping it on the ground. Her nose crinkled in distaste at the very idea but she showed she didn't believe it for a minute by taking another bite. She had a stronger stomach than that wasn't about to lose out on such a good meal simply because he wanted to try and annoy her! Instead she ignored the comment and asked, "Which stall did you get this from? If you intend to stay we'll likely be here long enough to get hungry again and it would be good to know who made these. I wonder if they'd give me the recipe," she mused, though the last was more for herself than for him. Aes Sedai she might be but she enjoyed something as simple and mundane as cooking and trying new recipes was a good way to clear her head when it was overly full of problems.<br/><br/>Letting him move so that she was on his left she didn't try to move to his other side. She understood he was settling himself to protect her if needed and had no need to prove to him that she could protect herself. At least not at the expense of being in the way of him drawing his sword. Besides it was easier for her to draw her own blades, twin daggers that always rode at her hips, when the person she was with wouldn't be tangling their limbs with her own. Though if it came to a fight, here in the heart of Tar Valon and within the shadow of the White Tower itself...well she wouldn't put odd in their favor. Such an attack would likely come with betrayal from within and they'd find themselves fighting not just enemy combatants but their own people as well.<br/><br/>Refusing to mull over such dire thoughts she gave a small shake of her head and flashed him a warm grin when he mentioned sweets. She and Elaine had both been notorious among the various sweets vendors as young Accepteds. She had no doubt that Elaine had kept her sweet tooth and that Kal had known of it. With just a tinge of sadness haunting the corners of her eyes she rounded the corner to see the treats that Kal had commissioned and couldn't help but to wonder who they were really for. Was it meant as a type of conciliatory gesture to<em>her</em>or was the ghost of her friend haunting his thoughts as well?<br/><br/>She'd have to discuss it with him, but not now. Not today. Today was about celebrating her own life and the joy she could still find it. Another day would serve for hard truths.<br/><br/>Accepting the sweets with a gracious smile she bit into one and actually giggled as the brightly colored sprinkles spread across her tongue in a burst of sugary sweetness! Looking up at the gruff man beside her, she flashed him a grin full of impish delight as she tossed out almost carelessly, "Well if you won't join me in the dancing square you can hover around the edges and watch as I find other partners!" With a fresh laugh she sauntered off into the crowd, her steps no longer just idling through to see the different vendors and stalls but carrying her, unerringly, toward the impromptu dance floor near the center of the faire.<br/><br/>He really shouldn't have said he didn't want to dance and she couldn't help but to wonder if he had meant it or was simply teasing her. Either way she suddenly wanting nothing more than to dance to the spritely music she could hear above the crowd!