<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>Bondmate:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Kalain, Moira, Rhoven<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>The dagger burying itself point-first into the sand at Theraeve's feet was enough to stop her in her tracks and get her to turn around to see who'd thrown it, though she could already make an educated guess. Unsurprisingly, she was greeted by the sight of the Green Sister, standing a short distance away and clearly fuming about the events that had just transpired. She wasn't aware of the exact nature of Moira's relationship with the Mater of Arms, although the verbal lashing which followed all but confirmed the Bond between them.<br/><br/>Meeting the other woman's hostile glare, Theraeve wrinkled her nose slightly at being called a coward, but her expression remained blank and detached for the most part, the shock of her own actions still maintaining a tight grip over her. The words still cut her, and under any other circumstances, the red Aes Sedai would have never suffered such a disparaging comment, but in this case she couldn't bring herself to argue. If Moira decided to come after her with more than a warning shot, she wouldn't have put up any amount of resistance either. Theraeve almost invited it to happen, knowing that she deserved that punishment and worse.<br/><br/>Contenting herself with her threat, however, the Green Sister turned back to tend to her Warder. For some reason, Theraeve couldn't help but steal a quick glance at the man, knowing exactly what she would see. The sheer intensity of his hatred and furious lust was staggering, sending the most visceral chill running down her spine before she turned away to leave once more, heading for the southern gate.<br/><br/>The sound of Rhoven's voice made the left side of her face twitch when he caught up to her. The hypocrisy of her own actions after having berated him for his lack of self-control during the mission they'd undertaken together wasn't lost on her, and that made him just about the last person that she wanted anywhere in her vicinity. "Only way you're escorting me anywhere is if you drag me," Theraeve snapped at him, betting more on his reluctance to lay a hand on her rather than her own ability to repel him in her current state.<br/><br/>Keeping an elbow pressed against her ribs which caused her enough pain that she couldn't walk properly, instead dragging her feet with difficulty through the sand, Theraeve kept her head down and stubbornly fought through it until she could leave the Tower grounds.