<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<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Shayella Adair<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Private Room - Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>That statement almost surprised him. It was real close to a truth but then she had to use that little qualifier. Want. She could easily not want to do any of this. The meetings forced on her just like it was him. Kal sniffed, louder then he really should have as though he did not believe a word she said. Aes Sedai could not lie but they could cut so close to the truth that it might as well be one anyway. He leaned back, trying to relax as he met her eyes. She was intelligent, far more than he gave herself credit for. She studied the mind, more importantly, his mind. How much could she see when he refused to? The yellow was just as dangerous as Moira or a red. Then she asked more about Moira and the first instinct was to clam up, to keep whatever information he could from her in a way of protecting his Aes Sedai. That was new.<br/><br/>He ignored the first question. It did not matter if he enjoyed it or not, he had a job to do. If that meant dancing and smiling then…<em>Shit.</em>Denial. He could see it now and bloody hell he had to do something about it. Tricky Yellow. The Master of Arms sighed softly, relaxing with the exhale. “We danced, although I am surprised you are not asking me about the fight with the Red sister on the sands” It was the truth, technically. What came after could also be described as a dance but there were things that he was not ready to admit to anyone let alone a stranger to their bed. Their bed? When did that happen? The bond was getting complicated, if he relaxed for a moment it seeped into his head and muddled his thoughts.<br/><br/>Then the pretense fell away and he could not help but smile back. His mouth opened as he tried to answer but she was already preceding. Eyes followed her hand as she settled the food down and started talking. "Fine. Truth on all sides then.” Kal’s eyes settled on hers and refused to move away as he answered each question in turn. “Yes and no. I am accepting it because it is my job. I am accepting it because I am afraid that if she dies then there will be no coming back again.” It had taken a supreme amount of effort to admit that last bit but he kept going, letting it be a cleansing moment. “Everything she does reminds me of Elaine, for a time they were inseparable I see it in the way she moves and in the way she laughs. So yes everything good that I can remember about her I see in Moira.” He had loved the blue sister, and many thought that they had fallen into bed together but she was always like his little sister.<br/><br/>“I am in constant pain. Every breathe feels like knives deep in my chest. Every beat of my heart feels as though it going to be plucked from my chest. It is agony unlike anything that I have ever and unlike anything you could hope to understand.” He breathed in, and was damn proud when it was not shaky. “You could like that all you want but when she needed you the most there was no one to be found. The tower failed her and if she did not believe in all of you so much my vengeance would have found its way here.” Eventually they would have stopped them. There was little he could do against a channeler of any strength but he had been around them long enough, knew their weaknesses. It would cost them dearly, his life sold for a premium of blood.<br/><br/>“So tell me Aes Sedai, how do you fix that how do you fix me? That is why it is a waste.” Then his eyes narrowed and the smile he gave with a flash of teeth was predatory in nature. “No, because if I looked at you like a trolloc, you would be dead.” It was said simply with very little emotion in his words. To the Master of Arms, it was a simple truth. A blink, and she would have a sword buried in her chest. “You can’t it is enough to make my teeth itch. They are all waiting for me to fall and there is a part of me that just wanted to, but<em>she</em>would hate me if I did.” Just what he was referring to with ‘she’ he really did not know.<br/><br/>Moira or Elaine<br/><br/>