<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, Pain in the Ass<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Moira<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 5th | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Faire around Tar Valon<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The sun was already on its way down, sky forcing the Master of Arms to shield his eyes as he looked towards the fairgrounds from his perch. Sniffing at the air as though there were people with him within the tree’s branches, he rolled his eyes. This is what she wanted to busy herself with? This frivolity? He spat on the ground not caring if one of the trainees were walking under him. He did however take a look after, not exactly heartless to make sure he did not have to scowl at anyone that might have been offended he leaned back against the trunk, the leaves shading him from the sun’s rays. She had all but told him that she would be there, leaving out a time and a day had forced his hand. Sure, he could have used the bond that linked the two together, could have forced the issue but that would be easy, that would be admitting defeat.<br/><br/>It would also not be the most irritating way he could do it. Sniffing again as he caught sight of the grounds he turned back towards the sands to see one of the trainee’s running up to him. Kal knew he should not use the poor boys as his own personal eyes and ears but it was good experience. Not every Aes Sedai enjoyed having her protector hovering around her and would often seek to go out alone that was what Elaine had done that was what…he stopped that thought striking the tree quickly with his fist to focus on the pain that rolled up his arm. That was a road that would lead nowhere instead he focused on the boy. His cold blue eyes narrowing as he approached and looked around not bothering to look up. Why was it that no one ever looked up?<br/><br/>He slipped free from the branches landing soundless behind the lad, “Well?” the boy jumped nearly out of his skin. A hand moving down to where a sword would have been. Good. They were learning, instincts were starting to take root. “Did she leave?” The boy nodded, “Did she see you…. Wait never mind it doesn’t really matter. If she saw you go take a few laps and then you are dismissed for the day.” He paused holding up his hand as he thought better of it, “actually take the laps anyway. You should have been faster than that.” He dismissed him, a hand moving to the belt at his side, fingers drifting over the comfortable leather and metal that had been as his side longer then he could remember. “Like clockwork, I wonder if she realizes just how predictable she is?” he spoke to no one in particular as he made his way towards the grounds as well.<br/><br/>Kal had left the color shifting cloak within his rooms. He had outgrown the need to flaunt his rank and presence a long time ago. The only time he even wore the blasted thing was when they were going to be out within the wilderness and the shifting patterns of green could work to hide his presence. Instead it was a simple selection of clothing, woven material that would hang loosly around his body, the shirt a white number that opened at the chest so that as the day warmed up he did not feel like he would be drowning in his own sweat. He walked normally, a task that was beyond many of the men who could never quite get the hang of hiding their abilities. Once he honed their instinct, beat the graceful movements into their thick skulls it was as though they forgot everything else. Half of the men he could identify their skills just by watching them walk, the other half were more likely to cut themselves than anyone else and he did not even bother.<br/><br/>He arrived and scanned the area quickly, marking exits and escape paths should anything turn dangerous. Not that it would, they were in the heart of Tar Valon and yet…if he were going to strike this would be when and where.<em>She</em>, had thought to be safe within the city and he remembered how it turned out. A low growl shook the memory free, frightening a small group of children into running away as they thought he was growling at them. That running turned into a game then as they started to chase each other around each taking turns playing the grump warder and growling. That brought a smile to his lips, if anything this was why he was still here. To let these children have as many extra days as he could.<br/><br/>Eyes followed his target, keeping his distance and simply observing. Things were changing between the two of them. Things had… happened. It was the only way he could describe it that did not seem like betraying Elaine. It was stupid, she was dead. This woman was his new target but sometimes he was just as likely to run a blade through her chest as he would be to save her. Infuriating… Insufferable…”Moira” he greeted her as she turned a corner, leaning against the wall in a way to give the illusion that he had been there all along.<br/><br/>“Decided to sleep in? I half expected you to be here earlier.” He could not be pleasantly surprised by her or even understanding. No, he had his own way of addressing her. It often consisting of veiled insults but it worked for him. He held out a hand, holding up some food procured from one of the stalls. A peace offering? Or more than likely he was just taking his job far too seriously making sure that she did something as simple as eating all three meals.<br/>