<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>Bondmate:</strong>Kalain Baneron<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Watching Kal and Theraeve<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>The Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The fight was intriguing. Of course watching Kal was usually worth a glance or two but he rarely had an opponent who was willing to quite so all out in their pursuit of him. From her perch in the tree she had an excellent view of the sands but she was too far away to hear the banter between the two reliably. Of course she was an Aes Sedai so that was an easy enough thing to fix. Finding her center, the peace that allowed her to tap saidar, it was easy enough to bring a few weaves of Air to shape them almost like a wind funnel that would carry the combatants words to her but wouldn't effect their fight in any way. She had to admit, some of the repartee amused her, while others (particularly the overtly sexual comments made by either fighter) made her want to grind her teeth.<br/><br/>She and Kal would have a talk about that later.<br/><br/>As the fight continued, however, a sense of worry started to grow within Moira. While he was having fun and simply taunting the Red sister, Moira was fine but when he started to actually seem more serious, like he might make this a<em>true</em>battle her concern grew. She knew when he started to feel the press of what many swordsman called, "The Void", because it made her sense of him in her head seem to almost flicker. Just as she could shield him from<em>her</em>emotions, when he went to the Void she was shielded, entirely, from his. Her sense of him physically was still there, she could pinpoint him in the dead of night in the middle of a blizzard of whiteout proportions, but when he went to that place her sense of him<em>emotionally</em>all but disappeared.<br/><br/>The first time she'd felt it she hadn't understood it. Right after Elaine had died she'd felt the new Bond settle on her, felt his excruciating pain at the loss of his Aes Sedai...and then nothing. In her own grief she hadn't paid it much mind as she had slammed down her own mental shields to keep from being utterly overwhelmed by their shared pain. Then, a few months ago, he'd gone with her on one of her, frequent, trips to Saladea. She was a Green, she sought Battle and challenges, and where better to find either than on the Border with the Blight. On a patrol of the Blight with Kal and the men from a small Keep about a days right from Fal Dara they were attacked by a band of Trollocs. The men of Shienar seemed to relish the battle but Kal...as she'd been forming weaves to aid the men she had suddenly lost all sense of him. It had been such a shock she'd almost lost her control of her Weaves, only years of training had allowed her to maintain her control while she searched for, and found, Kal moving with the grace and beauty, and deadly accuracy, of a mountain cat. Where his blade went, enemies fell and there was a beauty in the pureness of the destruction her wrought but the complete absence of his presence in her mind, and the single-mindedness with which he fought, actually scared her. Releasing her weaves to cast a net over the remaining Trollocs, she drew her own sword and fought her way to Kal's side only to realize he was truly lost in his Battle Lust! He even, unwittingly, started to turn on her. Before he could bring his sword to bear however, she'd stepped inside his guard and placed one of her own, battle bloodied, hands on his face and gently spoken his name to draw his attention out of the Void and back to her.<br/><br/>Now she felt him sliding toward that Void again as he fought Theraeve, and her concern grew. If he went to that still, quiet, place, he would no longer be teaching a lesson but would engage her in earnest and the fight wouldn't stop until one of them was dead.<br/><br/>She couldn't allow that.<br/><br/>Without a thought she lept from her perch and pushed her way toward the sands with little care for those she pushed out of her way until she reached the edge. She didn't speak loudly, in fact those closest to her would barely hear her, but she wove the opposite to the pattern of Air she'd used to listen, this time she used the pattern she created to carry her voice directly to whisper in Kal's ear, "This is just a practice bout Kalain Baneron. If you push this Sister to the point that she uses the One Power to kill you and leave me without a Warder I am going to find a way for the living to haunt a Shade!"