<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Accepted (ready for the Test)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Yfan, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training Grounds, running track<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>An outfit such as this one was more fit for a barmaid than one of the Accepted but it was fitting for one wishing to train in the sword. Ishara's long pale blond hair spilled down over her shoulders and collar of her fine white linen poet blouse with full bishop sleeves. The ruffles of the top neatly tucked behind a long sleeveless dark green waist coast. She also wore an over the shoulder wide leather belt that fastened with a broad brass buckled in the front, it's black leather strap curving over her hip where a a slender, sharply pointed sword hung. The rapier at her waist was accompanied by a similarly styled slender long dagger. Each ones hilt had intricately coiled, curved, and styled silver guards. To a keen eye though, they'd notice that the hilt itself was well worn from years of practice. Shockingly though, she also wore black linen tights that left little to the imagination and a pair if black soft leather riding boots. Thankfully by the grace of the Light, the length of the sleeveless waistcoat brought it down over her hips, hid her backside, and despite being open in the front for ease of movement the shadowing mostly hid her lower waist. It was somewhat scandalous but given her chosen task of sword training it was far more modest then many of near shirtless men in the yard training.<br/><br/>Ishara came to the edge and watched as Yfan was running along the path with a barrel over his shoulder. She wore a cool emotionless expression as he approached, once he was within ear shot she spoke up, attempting to be loud enough for him to hear over the rattling barrel. "You Light-blinded fool. Whatever have you done now? It's as hot as the forges of Thakan'dar. Have you lost your mind?" She crossed the path in front of him. "I came outside to seek a fencing partner but instead I find myself pressed to fetch water. Slow yourself you great bullcalf."<br/><br/>She was known among most of the men that trained in the yard. She was the one that almost always spoke her mind, and openly flirted with every man she fenced with. It made her both very popular and somewhat terrifying. Afterall, who would risk getting caught messing around with an Accepted? Apparently, the stable hands could tell tales of when she was a novice and the few that took that risk. She had spent a good deal of time in the Mistress of Novices office those first couple years but she had no idea what sort of punishment the young trainees underwent. The stable hands could most likely tell them of those tales, "Beware the pretty one with the pale blond hair. She'll invite you to fence and before you know it you'll find yourself on guard duty for the next year. That's what you get for stealing a kiss from a novice in the stables." Whether any of that was true was hard to say, but she was tall, breathtakingly beautiful by most standards, very well formed, and her full pink lips most appealing. It was more then enough to tempt a man.  But all of that was many years ago.. Now she was an Accepted, her calm cool exterior every bit the Aes Sedai that she would most likely soon become.<br/><br/>"Stop, Yfan. Tell me, how I get you out of this so I can get my fencing practice in," Ishara said to him. If he were to approach her she would be let a trickle of the One Power slip through her fingers and pass into him as she gently brushed his hand. She was not particularly skilled at the weave to refresh those suffering exhaustion but she wanted him to stop his profuse sweating. The aroma was pungent to her delicate senses.<br/><br/>