The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District
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				Title: <strong>The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>17-08-2015, 20:38:22</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/Tar_Valon.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">The Northern District of City Of Tar Valon</span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>The district contains:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">The North Port</li><li type="disc">The main market</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>19-08-2015, 19:31:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Murin Tanriel (http://)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Evening, Saven 5th, 990 NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Plaza, boulevard between White Tower and Northharbor<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr>The sun had just begun to set, beginning to disappear behind the western horizon and filling the skies with an orange glow. Not many people on the streets of Tar Valon were paying attention to the time of day, however. The sounds of music and revelry filled the air, while entertainers displayed their skills and hawkers shouted their wares in mostly-vain attempts to be heard over the noise of celebration. Dancers had gathered in the square, with musicians all around working to play their diverse instruments in harmony. Tar Valon's Fair brought peace and happiness for a time, a distraction from the struggles of daily life and the petty grievances that it bred.<br><br>For the most part, at least. Setting down his mug after a long drink, a young man with short, dirty blond hair and a well-trimmed beard, began to move through the crowd in the direction of a scuffle that had broken out between two men. While music and dancing could certainly help people forget their troubles, strong drink sometimes led them into even worse trouble. Pushing his way through the crowd that had formed, the young man placed himself between the two brawlers, holding them apart. "Hold on now, fellows," he said, smiling, "this is a time for festivities, not violence and anger."<br><br>Both of them took a good look at the man who had interfered with their scuffle. He did not look particularly big, but they could feel that he was solid from the way he had managed to shove them apart. His clothing, a long green coat with a hood over a linen shirt and dark brown trousers, was well-made if plain. However, hanging from the leather belt buckled over his coat was a long sword, and the way that the young man carried himself said that he knew how to use it. Grimacing, both men nonetheless backed off, and the swordsman looked at each one and smiled. With that same smile, he also gave each of them a hard look with strange eyes that didn't match in colour, which clearly said that he was going to watch until they had gone their separate ways.<br><br>As the two men made their way in opposite directions through the crowd, which was fast returning to its usual revelries now that the fight had been broken up, Murin sighed and looked over to where he had put what remained of his drink. He wasn't on duty, but he also couldn't just ignore that sort of thing out on the middle of the streets, and let it ruin the fair for everyone else, himself included. Making his way through the busy square once again, he grabbed his tankard off of the barrel he had left it on, then sighed once more. It was empty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>21-08-2015, 04:50:53</strong>
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				<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>Tag:</strong> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>A small, impish, smile curved Moira's lips as she tucked a tendril of dark hair behind one ear. The past year had been a long one. The best friend she'd ever had had died and when she had she'd passed her Warder's Bond to Moira leaving the Green Sister not only to grieve the loss of her friend but to also tend to the needs of a Warder caught under the impulse to suicide and join the first Sister he'd been Bonded to in death. Moira had wondered, more than once, if Kal hadn't had to bring Elaine's body back to them if he wouldn't have actually done it. Instead the time it took for him to bring that body back had let their new Bond settle and tighten so that, while he might not suicide, he had been a perpetual pain in her backside! Whenever her concentration slipped she could feel his grief along with her own and she knew there had been moments when her outbursts had been frightening to some.<br><br>But time had begun to work it's magic. The Wheel didn't stop turning simply because she wore white ribbons in her dark hair or tied to her gowns. The world continued even though one of the brightest lights she'd ever known had been extinguished and one day she found a smile, an honest, joyful, smile curving her lips as she practiced her Weaves and another she felt a sense of exhilaration out on the practicing sands when she disarmed a Gaidin until gradually her days were more filled with contentment than sadness and joy came easier once more. <br><br>She even learned to deal with the Warder Elaine had saddled her with. When she'd promised her friend she would take his Bond if something happened to her, she'd thought it was a light promise. She hadn't actually expected anything to happen to Elaine and she certainly hadn't expected to be saddled with a surly Warder who seemed to feel the need to be a constant irritation to her. At first they'd avoided each other entirely, their mutual grief nearly overwhelming and their shared rage at their loss making them lash out violently at each other. Gradually she'd allowed herself to be in the same place he was when that place was the practice sands, even going so far as to pit herself against him from time to time and learning that if she didn't keep him back by tapping the Source and using a Weave to hold him off, she would end up on her ass in the sand. She was good, he was simply better if she let him get in close.<br><br>And of course there was the latest development. Just thinking about it made her fingers rise to touch the healing mark at the back of her neck. It was almost entirely gone and with her hair loose and flowing around her neck and shoulders no one would know it was there but her. Still just knowing it was there put a slight blush on her cheeks. She still wasn't entirely certain what she thought of their occasional dalliances. Part of her felt guilty, as if she'd poached him from Elaine, part of her simply enjoyed the game flowing between them, and part of her (as always) wanted to smack him.<br><br>Tonight she was putting all of that aside! Tonight was the first faire since her life had changed so radically and she was determined to enjoy it. She had no idea if her shadow would appear and join her or not. She hadn't invited him to, but she'd told him she was going, though she hadn't mentioned on which day, or at what time. He liked to grouse and play games, well tonight he could play <em>her</em> game. Tonight she planned to laugh and play games, to stop at stalls, and to dance if someone set up a dancing square. Tonight she would be the epitome of a brash, flirtatious, outgoing Green Sister and if he didn't like he he could stay in the Tower and grump on his own!<br><br>Pushing her thoughts away she suddenly let a bright laugh part her lips, drawing smiles from those around her as she swept into the city wearing a gown of shimmering green silk. It was a simple cut, the bodice and sleeves fitting tightly against her skin while the skirt swirled around her legs and promised to flare and twist around her if let herself be drawn into one of the more energetic of dances tonight! Around her waist a belt of soft doeskin carried sheathes that held the twin daggers she never left the Tower without and her coin purse and on her right index finger sat the Great Serpent ring that marked her clearly as Aes Sedai. Here in their own city she felt none of the trepidations about wearing her ring that she might have felt in another city. Here she could openly be what she was an, in fact, revel in it. <br><br>Plunging into the heart of the faire she laughed and chatted as she paused to look at the goods for sale and watch, with a warm grin on her lips, as children ran and yelled, screaming in delight, and played the games you only saw at such events. If Kal chose to join her, he was going to have to find her himself because she was caught up in the goings on around her and not allowing any of her everyday worries to bother her in the least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>21-08-2015, 18:49:18</strong>
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				<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>21-08-2015, 20:12:36</strong>
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				<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>Tag:</strong> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>She wasn't really surprised when she rounded the corner of a stall and found Kal standing there. She realized she'd been half on alert for his presence every since she had left the Tower, though she'd been trying to ignore that fact until he was suddenly before her and brought the fact that she'd been expecting him home. Looking up to meet his dour gaze she let a cheerful smile curve her lips as she reach out to take the meat pie he was handing her. As she inhaled the scent of it her stomach gave a low rumble that she hoped, in the press and noise of the crowd, he wouldn't notice. She'd been so entranced with the color and joy of the day that she'd forgotten to eat.<br><br>Again.<br><br>"So, which of your boys told you I left?" she asked, ignoring his comment about her sleeping in. She knew he had her followed fairly often and that it usually wasn't him doing it because <em>him</em> she'd have noticed. "He did quite well whichever one it was, I didn't notice him at all and I've learned to look for your little spies," she added, complimenting whoever he'd set to watch on her and hoping the boy would be set to watch her more often. Some of his trainees were so very obvious that they were nothing but a constant annoyance. Today's lad had been so unobtrusive she hadn't seen him at all. If she was going to be watched she'd prefer someone unobtrusive so she could at least have the <em>illusion</em> of privacy.<br><br>Taking a bite of the pie he'd handed her she let out a low groan of pleasure fill her throat. Fresh from a stall it was still hot inside but had had just enough time to cool that it didn't burn her tongue. Mutton, vegetables, and spices burst over her tongue in a riot of pleasant flavors and the crust was warm, flakey, and buttery as she bit into it. Still holding his gaze she waited until she swallowed before flashing him another grin, "Thank you for this," she actually said before taking another bite and continuing, "I was having a good time looking at stalls and forgot about food entirely," she admitted with a small shrug. "So, are you going to stay and enjoy yourself or simply play the scowling shadow today?"<br><br>The last was a fair question. If he was going to just scowl and hover she'd try to push him back to just playing shadow, she intended to enjoy herself and having a scowling, cross, very large and intimidating version of a nanny would put a damper on her fun. She and Elaine used to come to such fairs together, first as Accepted and then even after they'd been raised to the shawl. Elaine had loved them as much as Moira and since she couldn't be here with her, Moira was bound and determined to enjoy it enough for both of them. Kal could be a part of that, or he could stay the hell out of the way of it! She wouldn't stand for less today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 01:08:48</strong>
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				<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 (soon), Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Gates just outside the White Tower<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>(... continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234957.msg11567748#msg11567748) )<br><br>Ishara had practically run back to her room to get changed. Once all her clothes were off and tossed aside she realized what a mess she was making. Slowing down slightly she carefully rolled up items, folded them, and put them all neatly back into her trunk of personal affects. Most of the items were training materials but the sword she was allowed to keep, the outfit that was partly new and partly old, sent to her from family.<br><br>The robe that Ishara wore was the simple white with multi-colored bands at the cuffs to denote her status as Accepted. The white cloth itself wrapped around her and tied with a simple cord dangling through a loop at the hip. The robes covered from ankle all the way up to a high collar fitting snugly about her slender neck. Though not sexy at all, they did cling somewhat to her curves but covered her up entirely. Modesty was not one of Ishara's stronger traits and she still struggled with that concept but she did understand why the Sisters did it, representing authority and all that. Still, what she wouldn't give right now for a slinky silk dress with just a bit of color.. preferable Green like the color of Battle! In her mind, that's exactly what she was wearing right now. <br><br>Heading out to the front gate she was first to arrive before Yfan. One of the guards recognized her, a dalliance she had as a novice and the two of them kept a healthy distance as a result. His face was starting to flush so she slipped over and gently caressed his hand, a cooling sensation trickling through him. It was meant to refresh but she also knew that it occasionally put people at ease. "Hello old friend. It's good to see you as well," she said casually to him. The two conversed for a few moments as she kept a watchful eye for Yfan. Her intent was to put his mind at ease and help him get over his initial sense of embarrassment. Why he could possibly be embarrassed she had no idea but she certainly remembered the punishment she received after the Mistress of Novices found out about that little tryst. She had spent a month working the back room of the kitchens, received a thorough flogging, and had to spend all that month studying proper decorum and lady like etiquette as taught by kingdoms from all around the known world.<br><br>Politely excusing herself she slipped a few steps out into the city proper and waited directly in front of the gate where Yfan could best see her. It was her way of distancing herself again from the guard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 05:23:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Gates just outside the White Tower<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>Yfan, for his part, took a slow but steady pace back to the barracks. It was not especially slow in the context of the length of his leg, but relative to speeds he could achieve on the run. He found the barracks to be largely empty, and he judged that many of his fellow trainees were either on duty, or trying to wheedle out of them to attend the fair. There was one bookish trainee engrossed in some tome who did not look up as Yfan entered. The tall Kandori did not bother the reading trainee on his way to his bunk and chest.<br><br>Yfan drew open the chest and pulled out a change of clothing and personal grooming supplies. The man did not have the luxury of a warm bath, but instead used a bucket of water, soap, and a rag to clean himself. He unbound his hair and washed it too, taking the time to clean the sweat and dirt from the lustrous black locks. The man also took the time shave his face and the sides and back of his head, doing so by touch for want of a mirror. His hands were steady and sure and despite the sharp edge of the razor he did not even so much as nick himself. It was a testament to the training of the White Tower's masters that he could so. Yfan also removed his earrings, cleaned them, and then replaced the simple silver hoops in his ears. His black hair was drawn back and held in place by a bone woggle. It was a piece that Yfan had scrimshawed personally to have a whorling pattern. <br><br>The trainee dressed in clothing that was very similar to what he wore before. He had a loose grey tunic tunic of wool that had no sleeves, bound at the waist by a leather belt with a simple buckle of brass. He wore trousers of grey wool as well that were closer fitting but were not intended in any way to draw attention to or showcase his legs or backside. And then the same pair of leather boots that rose to mid-calf. <br><br>After he was ready Yfan placed his clothing in the laundry collection; trainees would do laundry as a set duty that rotated. Yfan himself was soon to face an allotment of it. The grooming kit was returned to his chest. While he knelt over the chest he paused, and then withdrew a small leather purse that had a few coins within it. The tall Kandori was not a wealthy man by any measure of the imagination, but he was frugal with his pay and much of it remained lodged in one of Tar Valon's banks. He had some ready coin on hand because it was sensible. He affixed the pouch to his belt with its string.<br><br>When he arrived near the gate it was at the time Ishara was speaking to one of the guards. He caught site of her caressing the man's hand, and then moved so as to be out of sight of the watchful Accepted. He waited for several minutes with his back to a wall for the interaction to draw to a close. It was none of his affair what she did with anyone, and his only care was not to interrupt. The trainee surreptitiously glanced around the corner, doing so in such a way as to avoid Ishara's searching eyes, and saw the two had parted from each other. <br><br>Yfan tucked his head back out of sight and walked out into plain view as if he had beheld nothing and only just now happened upon the path to the gate. He rounded the corner without fanfare and approached Ishara at a regular pace.<br><br>"Hello, Ishara." The tall Kandori said as he came within arm's distance to her. He stopped and gave a respectful bow to her. "I am prepared to accompany you to the fair."<br><br>He did smell a <em>lot</em> better now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 10:05:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin to Avalyn Sedai<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Avalyn, open<br><strong>Time: </strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place: </strong> The Streets of the city<br><strong>Warning: </strong>&nbsp; Always look down when crossing streets, road apple hazard!<br><hr><br>Warner rumbled a chuckle and nodded slowly, “I could use a new sharpening stone.” The bear of a man agreed, “A cup of wine would not be unwelcome as well.”<br><br>He knew the grin and now felt the underlying emotion behind it… and appreciated that trouble might indeed be plentiful in his future… but he had known that much anyway. “And, we can see about the fruit. Perhaps we will be lucky enough to find some cream as well.”<br><br>He strolled with her through the gates and out onto the street, nodding once to the guard that stood outside of the Tower gates. Warner made sure that his sword arm was free, but insured that the pace that he set was one that would be comfortable to her and maintain the dignity of her status. As they started to stroll, his eyes scanned the streets, the world above and below and his mere presence was usually enough to keep an acceptable distance between them and the crowd. “A lovely day Avalyn, I’m glad that I talked you into taking me.” He said in a light voice, teasing coming through the bond.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 18:11:49</strong>
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				<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> Gates just outside the White Tower<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>Ishara's face lit up with a smile as she saw Yfan all cleaned up. It was true that he was not the most handsome but he cleaned up pretty well and she liked his earnest strong silent demeanor. Now she just wondered what sort of trouble she could manage to get him into this evening. And that was the thought that had her smiling.&nbsp; She took the few steps to close the gap between them and attempted to slip her arms in his, a slightly clingy gesture as she very literally was going to hold him by the sleeve if she could get her arm through his.<br><br>"Look," Ishara pointed to a gathering of people about a block away at the intersection. Behind the people was a large stone fountain and all around the circle an array of colorful carts. "I bet there will be gleeman and prestidigitators down there. I know it's all just trickery but it's fun. Let's go."<br><br>She was pulling him along in that direction, a flute beckoned onlookers to gather and voices could be heard singing a variety of songs. The light hearted tunes with their tawdry lyrics gave rise to rounds of laughter from the crowds. <br><br><em>"We'll dance all night til the moon runs free,<br>And dandle the lasses upon our knee,<br>And then you'll ride along with me<br>To dance with Jak o' the Shadows."</em> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-8jkmZIzBI)<br><br>At one cart a gleeman with colorful patchwork cloak danced a jig in time to the tunes and juggled flaming torches. Still another there was a slight of hand prestidigitator showing card tricks. Ishara would run up to watch him for a moment. With the cards, the man told a story to gathered children, a card with a bunny on it disappeared into the deck and the children would choose a new card. Each card had a wolf on it with snarling teeth. "The bunny he must go, run run little bunny, hop away to your freedom," the man said. In the next moment he waved his hand over the deck of cards and out popped the bunny card, slowing peaking it's head then hoping out onto the table. With another wave of his hand a puff of smoke and a real bunny appeared. Letting go of Yfan's arm if she held it still, Ishara cupped her hands to her mouth in surprise at the trick then clapped her hands. "Bravo, bravo," she said. <br><br>Turning back to find Yfan. "Tell me that wasn't adorable," she said. Twirling as she pivoted on her tiptoes to look around&nbsp; her robes fluttered outwards. Then she hopped up and down to look over the heads of some gathered folks. "Oh, let's go there." Off in the distance a rowdy group in a pub all pounded on the tables and sang along to some unseen gleeman inside. They were half spilled out the door and leaning against the walls, the scent of heavy <br><br><em>"A Lugard girl, came to town,<br>to see what she could see. could see<br>With a wink, of her eye, smile on her lip,<br>She snagged a boy or three, or three.<br><br>With an ankle slim and skin so pale,<br>She caught the owner of a ship<br>With a soft little sigh and a gay little laugh,<br>She made her way so free. "</em> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uC_5sM_l3oQ)<br><br>Drawn to the rowdy crowds like a moth to the flame, Ishara heedlessly dove into the drunken crowd. Her pale blond hair all that could be seen weaving among the pub patrons and moving ever deeper inside. In a second she was gone from sight somewhere inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 18:32:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Avalyn Amasera<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Green Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Warner, open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> In the streets, on the way to the festivities<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"See I do listen to everything you say to me." She said with a soft laugh.&nbsp; "And a cup of wine would be nice. I haven't had spiced wine lately." Avalyn mused aloud. There was a certain pride in her, walking with her warder in the streets of Tar Valon. It was a feeling that he could feel through the bond and she shielded nothing from him. She had not seen the point of hiding any feelings from him yet, and there would be time for her to practice shielding later. She simply let the bond be, and kept her inner eye trained on that little bundle that was him, in the back of her mind. Getting used to this, to everything that he was, to his affection for her, would take her some time, but she was blissfully happy that it was him.<br><br>"Oh, cream we can find in the kitchen." Avalyn said, with certainty. "Or have you forgotten the reason why I got in trouble for the last time as Accepted? Sneaking cream out of the kitchen, because someone had found blueberry pie at the market." She cast him an askance glance. He was so handsome, and strong, and so… everything. By the Light, she would turn into a wool-brained idiot mooning after a man if she didn't stop herself… but the feeling was so sweet, she could bask in it for now, could she?<br><br>"As I remember, you didn't do much talking about this. I just barged into the forge and asked you point blank… or almost anyway." She replied with a mocked offended tone. She still wore a smile, and she squeezed his arm in an affectionate manner. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 19:20:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> A Crowded Pub<br><strong>Warning:</strong> One Ishara = One Riot<br><hr><br>Yfan cooperated with Ishara's attempts to get her arm through his because the alternative was an effort he did not feel up to making. It was neither pleasing nor unpleasing to him that she chose to do so, and the trainee did not take it as anything special, nor as some gesture uniquely directed at him. In his mind, Ishara would do the same for any other male and that did not bother him. It was consistent with what he knew of her - whether what he knew was correct or not was another matter. He followed her lead into the city and away from the White Tower. <br><br>When Ishara pointed out a gathering his vision followed where she directed. He took in the sight of the carts. They were very colourful, and when they reached the gathering Ishara was proven correct. He watched the same display that she did. The card trick and appearance of the rabbit was impressive sleight of hand. When Ishara turned to him he tried to smile for her, but the scar on his face made it at best an unpleasant, lop-sided expression. It was of no consequence, however; Ishara was soon off and caught up in some new novelty that attracted her attention and Yfan was left behind in the wake of the woman's attention drawn elsewhere.<br><br>He followed after Ishara as best as he was able to, but when she disappeared within the press of bodies Yfan was left to stand outside. The crowd may have been permeable to Ishara's slender build, but Yfan would only find admittance if he were to physically displace people to make a path. With the crowd in such a drunken state Yfan was disinclined to engage in the rough shoving he would need to get into the pub. <br><br>The trainee pursed his lips when he realized that he'd lost Ishara. That was not an ideal situation. If a master were to see it Yfan imagined he would be running, in irons, for the rest of the week.<br><br>Why was the Creator such a cruel and indifferent entity?<br><br>With an indifferent sigh, Yfan began to force his way into the pub, to angry, drunken protests of those his mass displaced to make such an entrance. Curses were hurled his way and the honour of his mother much impugned. With little trouble and some effort, Yfan forced his way into the crowded pub in search of Ishara. His eyes sought her out amidst the crowd; Yfan focused his attention on wherever trouble seemed brewing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 20:13:00</strong>
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				<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 <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> A Crowded Pub<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>When she had entered the pub all the men were pounding mugs on the table and singing along with the Gleeman. She smiled around her, the energy felt wonderful. It had always been a weakness of hers to be drawn in by the rowdy good natured fun of a group of soldiers. She felt at home here, there was a bunch of city guards relaxing and playing games of chance. For the most part the City guards took quick notice of her robes and inclined heads in deference to the White Tower but for the most part the other patrons hardly took notice. It was well lit with the window shutters all thrown wide to allow the daylight and fresh breezes through but still even a well lit pub was somewhat dark when crowded with bodies. This pub was full to bursting because of the revelers outside and ongoing fair.<br><br>A rough looking Illianer, no doubt a sailor, grabbed her by the slender wrist and pulled her into his lap. "Blow on this would you, pretty lady. I need some luck," he growled at her though a his braided beard and mustache. <br><br>Ishara was inclined to slap him but part of her thought it was funny so she went with that, her gentler trusting nature getting the best of her. So with lips pursed she blew on a set of dice in the mans hands. Throwing them onto the table, he let out a yell that sounded more like a battle cry. The dice bounced on the hard wooden surface flipping end of end then came to rest with a pair of dragon's fangs. "The dark one's curse, I tell ya!" He growled and pushed her off his lap. "Fetch me a mug, Lass." Then following it up with a hard smack on her ass. She let out a yelp of her own and jumped in the direction of the bar. <br><br>As for Yfan, he would find the bar full of a variety of people, some getting rowdy at drinking and games, others gathered tightly around a rather scraggly looking gleeman on what amounted to a board on a couple hay bales. This place clearly had no proper stage and was just working with what they had for the duration of the festival.<br><br>The white dress of the Accepted blended in with the serving wenches more loose fitting tops that hung over their shoulders. But Ishara's very clean and straight pale blonde hair served as a perfect beacon. If Yfan noticed it he would also notice a couple of men standing at her backside as they went out a side alley door. It no doubt led to the stables or a servant entrance.<br><br>For Ishara's part she was struck by the notion that she was about to actually serve that man a mug. Laughing at herself she was about to turn back into the larger seating area in the direction of the gleeman when she felt a point jab into her side. The voice that spoke to her was raspy, deep, and had a northern inflection in the accent. "That's the tip of my dagger little girl. If you even wrinkle your pretty little nose I'll slide the blade between your ribs and end you. I know you White Tower wenches have your tricks but I'm not alone so just come with me." <br><br>Left with little choice she defaulted to a state of serenity and as slow as she could she moved to the side door that the man was guiding her to. "I'm not alone either you know. You'll not get away with whatever it is you think your doing.&nbsp; What do you think your doing anyways," she said.<br><br>"Nevermind that, you'll know soon enough. Got someone that wants to meet you."<br><br>She had half turned her head to speak to him and caught a glimpse of the second man with him, another man. He was shorter, stocky and looked like he was Shienaran with his top knot and clean shaved head. She had seen them both and both had the Shienaran top knot. The man jabbed the tip in a bit and cut her side slightly so she hurried out the door with them both.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a narrow dark hallway with a plump looking man. His round face seemed almost fatherly. After a second she recognized him. "Master Marcel," she exclaimed. It was the grocer that came by weekly with loads of vegetables for the Novice's mess hall. He was a local business owner that had been doing business with the White Tower for longer then she was a part of it. An older man with dark gray hair, rosy red round cheeks, plump features, and always a smile. She had helped unload that man's cart many times over the years. "What's the meaning of this," she said. "What do you want and why are these men here. She brought a hand up from her side and it had a bit of blood on it. They hurt me, Master Marcel."<br><br>The plump grocer looked behind the Shienarans to see that the door was fully shut before he spoke. "You'll be coming with me now, Miss. Don't give us any trouble you hear. I've been told that they want you whether you are alive or not. Preferences for alive but I get my reward either way."&nbsp; He was fidgeting nervously. "Let's get this done and be quick. This one's got noticeable hair. Put the bonnet on her.<br><br>A Shienaran roughly grabbed her by the shoulder while the other flipped a dirty beige bonnet over her hair and roughly tied it under her chin. Then the two of them took knives and cut away her accepted robes, snipping the sash holding it closed and pulling it down over her shoulders... Ishara was nude from the waist up but she was remaining calm and considering the situation. She reasoned out that she could escape from one of them but not two. Most of her weaves that she was good at involved fire that would most likely bring the whole pub down on them. Momentarily she considered burning the plump grocer alive and taking one of those Shienarans knives to stab the other in the face with it. Still, there was two warriors and they must all be Darkfriends. They pulled the robes down over her hips and one of them grabbed her breast roughly to give it a squeeze. <br><br>"Is that really necessary," Ishara said.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 21:43:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin to Avalyn Sedai<br><strong>Tags: </strong> Avalyn, open<br><strong>Time: </strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place: </strong> Streets of the city<br><strong>Warning: </strong> Disagreeing with an angry woman can be determental to your health.<br><hr>Warner grinned at her, “I never said that you didn’t listen to everything, just that you didn’t hear everything.” He said and lightly squeezed her hand. “I’ve been dropping hints about wanting to be your warder for years.” Admittedly, they were incredibly vague and subtle hints, but he had… occasionally. “I was afraid that you would settle on someone else, one of those pretty boys from Andor or maybe that lad from Arid Doman with the sillyfeather pasted to his face.”<br><br>He tried to not focus too much on the bundle of sensations in the back of his mind that was her, but it was incredibly difficult and he couldn’t stop the smile that threatened to crack his face in half. “Then you will have spiced wine.” He agreed, “I have some coin that I’ve been saving for just such a time.” The big man thought for a moment, “I’ve heard that there is even a couple of gleemen with the group.” He offered suggestively.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 21:47:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> A Narrow Dark Hallway Adjoining A Crowded Pub<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Violence<br><hr><br>The blonde hair served to attract Yfan's gaze. It was surprise that she was not at the center of the rowdiest group of rowdies, but the mug in her hand explained why. His eyes fell to the men at her back, and for a moment he was prepared to find some place unobtrusive to wait for her to return - Yfan assumed she had found companions that better suited her taste. But the man noted the proximity of one of the Shienarians and the angle one of his arms was positioned. It could easily be something consistent with Ishara's flirtatious nature and a man taking liberties based on the assumption that a flirt wanted a man's immediate, physical attention. There was a second Shienarian escorting Ishara and neither men wore expressions of lust or alcohol-fueled exuberance. It was the right angle to hold a weapon - probably a small blade - to Ishara's side. <br><br>Yfan pursed his lips as the two men led Ishara out to a side door. Ishara's face did not tell the story of a tryst with two men. So the tall trainee moved through the crowd, and this time he gave no mind to who he shoved or knocked over. His shoulder bumped into a rough fellow who turned and cursed, his ale spilled on the floor.<br><br>"You whoreson-" The man began, voiced booming, but Yfan's hand lanced out and struck him in the temple. The man fell to the ground in a limp heap before he could elaborate on the insult. For his part, Yfan continued onwards, failing to spare the fallen man or his shocked friends a glance. <br><br>Perhaps the Creator was not so cruel and indifferent, for the fellow's friends decided to gather up their friend and carry him out to be tended to, rather than jumping onto Yfan's broad back to exact revenge. <br><br>Yfan made it to the doorway, and leaned against the doorway, out of view. He tuned out the raucous noise of the pub and focused on the hallway. If he heard sounds of passion then he would turn away and there would be no harm or foul. But he did not hear those noises at all. He caught bits of speech, and particularly the phrase 'alive or not.' It was enough to steel Yfan to a course of action.<br><br>The trainee surrendered his body to the instincts honed through his training and combat and to his senses. His thoughts, his conscious mind flew far away so that such things did not interfere with action. This was the illusion of elsewhere. As Yfan entered the hallway, his thoughts were very far indeed even as his eyes took in the hallway, the three men, and the disrobed Ishara. The men engaged in disrobing Ishara were taking advantage of that, and it allowed Yfan precious moments of advantage to close distance with the two men.<br><br>Unarmed and in such a narrow space, he was at a disadvantage. He could not make fullest use of his long limbs to give him the benefit of reach over the stocky Shienarians. But they too were at a disadvantage: in the narrow confines, they could not flank Yfan or bring their numbers to bear against him. <br><br>The first Shienarian had his dagger up in time to slash at Yfan even as the Kandori man's fist struck him in the jaw. The blow was well-struck and the Shienarian man's jaw broke in two places and he fell to the ground, spitting blood and teeth. The dagger cut a line in Yfan's tunic and shallowly cut his skin before the Shienarian lost his grip on his weapon and it fell to the ground, for the moment forgotten. The second Shienarian threw Ishara roughly into the plump grocer to be restrained while he faced Yfan. <br><br>The second Shienarian performed a classic feint that Yfan read easily, dodging as best he could without putting himself completely out of range to answer. The narrowness of the hallway and his own breadth of chest still saw Yfan cut across chest and shoulder, but the exchange put him close enough to get the Shienarian in an arm lock that neutralized the dagger. The Shienarian sought to flow free from Yfan's iron-like grasp, but it was insufficient. Yfan soon twisted and wrenched, and the Shienarian screamed in pain as his shoulder was violently dislocated and the dagger-wielding arm rendered useless. A second dagger clattered to the ground, and Yfan used his hold to swing the Shienarian under his control onto his back. Yfan went down with him. As Yfan went down, he directed his considerable weight onto his knee, and directed that knee onto the throat of the Shienarian. It crushed the Shienarian's windpipe with a sickening, brutal sound. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 22:25:05</strong>
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				<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 <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> A Crowded Pub<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>The moment everything started to get out of control one of the Shienarans tried to throw Ishara into the plump grocer. She was having none of that. Unleashing the One Power she flung invisible bonds on the grocer but stumbled forward as the powerful warrior behind her tossed her forward. His blade slashed at her side when he was turning to face Yfan. The pain seered her side and she doubled over, barely able to tie off the weave holding the grocer. Turning back to face the confrontation she gasped seeing Yfan fighting for his life. One man was down with blood all over his face and Yfan was in an all out struggle with the other but it looked like he had it under control as he came down on the man's throat, the sickening sound making Ishara cringe. <br><br>The other bloodied man with his broken jaw was getting up with blade in hand and about to shove it into Yfan's side when Ishara reached out with the power and grabbed him. A lick of flame wrapped around his body in a swirl and jumped into his mouth. The horrendous gargling scream was almost immediately snuffed out as he was burned alive from the inside out. Nearly as quick as she had burned him she blew it out like a candle with a gust of air.<br><br>Stumbling to Yfan's side, she slumped against the wall, blood trickling down her ribs and over her exposed hip. "Get closer.. I can heal you a little. We need to get the bodies out of here and him back to the Tower without anyone seeing." She pointed over her shoulder at the grocer, tied up in invisible weaves. "I'm not sure how long my weave will hold. I've never bound anyone before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 22:44:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> A Narrow Dark Hallway Adjoining A Crowded Pub<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>With the fight resolved, Yfan came back to himself. His eyes dispassionately surveyed the situation, and the right corner of his mouth twitched with the pain of the cuts. He could feel his tunic growing moist with blood. The cuts were not serious, as such things went. He would not bleed his life out onto the floor, and if needs must, he could fight again. But it was not a pleasant condition; however, he could not afford the weakness that came with the healing weave of the One Power.<br><br>But as Ishara told him to come closer so she could heal him, the trainee shook his head. "Heal yourself if you are able." The tall man said, and fetched her robes for her. Yfan held them out for her to take and he surveyed the grocer and the bodies of the two Shienarians. "It is of greater importance to see you to the infirmary." Yfan told Ishara. He pursed his lips. "I could render this man unconscious and carry him back to the Tower if you are able to make the trip back under your own power." He told her as a compromise. Yfan did not see that they would be able to get rid of the bodies between the two of them in their injured condition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 23:24:03</strong>
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				<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 <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> A Crowded Pub<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>Wincing a little at the pain in her side she outstretched her arms to allow Yfan to help her into her robes. She reached out and caressed his cheek, a little of the One Power trickling into him, just barely enough to stop the bleeding at his side. She put her finger to his lips. "Hush, it was only a little. To be fair it's about as good as I can manage at the moment anyways. Besides, it's impossible to heal yourself with the One Power. I might as well at least keep you from staining your cloths." She winced a little more. "I've never been attacked before. It stings more then I thought it would but I'll be fine. Please don't knock out the grocer. It would create a stir to see us carrying the fat old grocer around the city. Someone is sure to recognize him and they'd not let us leave so easily with him. We have to hide him and go get a Sister to help us. Drag them out into the alley. Let me check first."<br><br>Ishara walked slowly and practiced her breathing, finding her serenity again. Reaching the door at the end of the hall she poked her head out into a narrow alley and she looked around. <br><br>"Yes, bring them down here. I have an idea."<br><br>... Once they got the two bodies and the bound grocer out into the alley she looked up and pointed to the roof of the building across the alley. "On top of the building. No one will be up there and no one will find them. That building is the tallest on the street." She looked around to make sure no one had come out anywhere. "We'll need to be quick about it. Unless you have a better idea? If not, then go get some rope from the stables and lets get this done..." She furrowed her brows briefly, "What? No one will think to look up, people always look down when searching for things. He's bound and can't talk and the other two are dead. They won't give themselves away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 23:46:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> A Narrow Dark Hallway Adjoining A Crowded Pub, Then A Rooftop<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>Yfan gave Ishara a look of disapproval at the first sensation of the One Power. He did not say anything but he did not approve nevertheless. <br><br>"You acquitted yourself well." The Kandori man said to Ishara when she revealed it was her first time being attacked. Then he dragged everyone out into the alley after Ishara gave him the all clear to do so. Yfan dragged them by their heels. He collected the fallen daggers as well, so as not to leave them behind. There was not much he could do about the blood on the floor, though. <br><br>While Yfan did have ideas that he regarded as better, he went along with Ishara's. It would be good practice if he ever were to become a fully-fledged, bonded Warder. With haste, he collected several lengths of rope and tied the ankles of the dead men with it. He tied and bound the grocer as well, in the event that the weave of Power failed as Ishara seemed to fear they might. Yfan also took the liberty of gagging the merchant. <br><br>Then the trainee put the opposite lengths of rope around his belt and climbed up the building that Ishara indicated. Once he was upon the roof he grasped the end of one rope and began the labourious task of hauling up the dead bodies. He was out of breath and covered in sweat once again after all three men had been pulled up. His shoulders, arms, and back burned and ached from the activity, and the rough rope had not done his hands any favours. All that Yfan did, however, was to lay on his back, facing the sky, and breathe slowly to get his breath back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 03:00:12</strong>
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				<br><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>A single raise of his brow was the only indication that he had heard the low rumble over the jubilant screams of children and the general noise of the fair. It very well could have been that his ears were that keen or perhaps even the bond. The real secret was, he just raised his eyebrow knowingly when it seemed to be prudent or expected. It let people imagine he was far better than he actually was. It would no doubt get him into trouble someday, but by that time they would have expended far more resources countering a greater threat and maybe with so much attention focused on him she could get away. That caused a slight pause, he had been actively protecting her from a few months now but that was the first time he could imagine giving up his own life for her, despite what he taught out on the sands.<br><br>“Boys?” He asked tilting his head and feigning ignorance. There had been a boy, she would expect a boy because that was the majority of his training pool. What she was unable to expect were the two girls that he had under his wing, a few novices and accepted caught in his domain with his trainees offered quite the leverage. Still, Kal smiled the compliment one of actual merit when it came to the team. “I will pass it along, maybe spare him a couple of laps and turn the other way when he finally ‘manages’ to get that girl alone with him too.” It violated about half a dozen rules of the tower but they were not creating mindless soldiers. An Aes Sedai or even her warder was at their best when they could think for themselves.<br><br>“Good eh? I only spit in it twice and you can barely see the dirt from when I dropped it.” They were all lies but he spoke them like they were born to him. There were a few things Kal did not do and ruining a good meal was one of them. Too much time spent out in the front lines or along the blight where even a warm meal without the bone chilling wind was considered a feast. “Yeah, I noticed.” He grumbled a bit of his own, moving a hand to his stomach to seem like the bond was communicating more than she thought. The reality was that Elaine often did the same thing, forgetting meals for days at a time until she almost collapsed because she had gone all day without a meal. Kal had no problem bringing her food but this…he would not become some Aes Sedai’s servant. The line of his mouth thinned as he narrowed eyes.<br><br>Was this all part of a trick, to get him bound even closer?<br><br>“I figured a bit of both, you went all day without me by your side so we are well behind our quota of scowls and derisive sniffs.” As if to illustrate the point he sniffed loudly, settling both hands over the pommel of his sword leaning on it a bit. It was a position he often chastised his men for taking, it slowed the reaction time should the need be required to draw it out, that was unless you lifted with the leg at the scabbard forcing it up. Little tricks learned over a life time of service. “You and I both know that being a shadow puts me at a disadvantage if someone wanted to hurt you, think of me more as a disapproving coat, oppressive on a hot day but welcomed on a cold.” He pushed himself off of the wall, standing up straight and taking his position on the left of her. Should he need to draw his blade having her on the other would mean he would have to slice her and half to get to it quickly.<br><br>“So where to first, I saw some sweets around the corner that I am rather sure have your name on it.” They literally did, before making his way he had given them her name to put on it with colored sugar. “Because you sure as hell not going to get me on that dance platform.” Famous last words? He hoped not.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 04:41:36</strong>
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				<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>Tag:</strong> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Moira saw the eyebrow go up but she didn't buy it. Once she'd gotten beyond the very worst of her grief over the loss of Elaine, she <em>had</em> starting paying some attention to the Warder her friend had left her saddled with and had noticed that he had picked up some very Aes Sedai-like habits while he had been Bonded to Elaine. Not the least of which was letting people think he knew more than he did and remaining quiet to give them enough rope to hang themselves with. She couldn't be certain if he'd heard her stomach rumble or not but that raised eyebrow wasn't going to fool her into believing one way or another. <br><br>She was distracted from her train of thought by his comments about spitting in the pie she was eating and perhaps dropping it on the ground. Her nose crinkled in distaste at the very idea but she showed she didn't believe it for a minute by taking another bite. She had a stronger stomach than that wasn't about to lose out on such a good meal simply because he wanted to try and annoy her! Instead she ignored the comment and asked, "Which stall did you get this from? If you intend to stay we'll likely be here long enough to get hungry again and it would be good to know who made these. I wonder if they'd give me the recipe," she mused, though the last was more for herself than for him. Aes Sedai she might be but she enjoyed something as simple and mundane as cooking and trying new recipes was a good way to clear her head when it was overly full of problems.<br><br>Letting him move so that she was on his left she didn't try to move to his other side. She understood he was settling himself to protect her if needed and had no need to prove to him that she could protect herself. At least not at the expense of being in the way of him drawing his sword. Besides it was easier for her to draw her own blades, twin daggers that always rode at her hips, when the person she was with wouldn't be tangling their limbs with her own. Though if it came to a fight, here in the heart of Tar Valon and within the shadow of the White Tower itself...well she wouldn't put odd in their favor. Such an attack would likely come with betrayal from within and they'd find themselves fighting not just enemy combatants but their own people as well. <br><br>Refusing to mull over such dire thoughts she gave a small shake of her head and flashed him a warm grin when he mentioned sweets. She and Elaine had both been notorious among the various sweets vendors as young Accepteds. She had no doubt that Elaine had kept her sweet tooth and that Kal had known of it. With just a tinge of sadness haunting the corners of her eyes she rounded the corner to see the treats that Kal had commissioned and couldn't help but to wonder who they were really for. Was it meant as a type of conciliatory gesture to <em>her</em> or was the ghost of her friend haunting his thoughts as well?<br><br>She'd have to discuss it with him, but not now. Not today. Today was about celebrating her own life and the joy she could still find it. Another day would serve for hard truths.&nbsp; <br><br>Accepting the sweets with a gracious smile she bit into one and actually giggled as the brightly colored sprinkles spread across her tongue in a burst of sugary sweetness! Looking up at the gruff man beside her, she flashed him a grin full of impish delight as she tossed out almost carelessly, "Well if you won't join me in the dancing square you can hover around the edges and watch as I find other partners!" With a fresh laugh she sauntered off into the crowd, her steps no longer just idling through to see the different vendors and stalls but carrying her, unerringly, toward the impromptu dance floor near the center of the faire. <br>&nbsp;<br>He really shouldn't have said he didn't want to dance and she couldn't help but to wonder if he had meant it or was simply teasing her. Either way she suddenly wanting nothing more than to dance to the spritely music she could hear above the crowd!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 04:52:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Avalyn Amasera<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Green Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Warner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> In the streets, on the way to the festivities<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Disagreeing with Aes Sedai is even worse, friend.<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Avalyn remained silent at the tease that she did not hear everything. The truth was, she did not meant to see more into it than what was truly there. She did not want to hope only to be disappointed, or to be confident that he would do anything for her, only to be told the harsh truth that he had no care for her beyond friendship.&nbsp; All those little hints that she had caught and blamed on wishful thinking were not so.<br><br>"I can't bond a man that I can beat without using Saidar. What use is it to have a Warder who is less skilled than myself when time comes to protect me?"&nbsp; Avalyn said. It was how she considered the bonding of a warder, for a Green. She had to be able to rely on her warders to keep things off her as she channeled or maneuver to get things off them.&nbsp; "I've never considered another. Never seriously; It all stopped when it came down to whether or not I believe they could hold their own against what comes…" It was unclear whether she was referring to the Last Battle, or if she was referring to herself. She was strong-headed, and even her instructors had had a hard time to have her obey their command, if they were male…<br><br>"A Gleeman? It sounds more and more like a carnival and not so much a faire. I wonder what's bringing everyone together here, in Tar Valon.&nbsp; I am not complaining, mind you, but I can't help but to wonder if the pattern is weaving itself around an event of some kind or maybe a person."&nbsp; Avalyn mused aloud as they kept on walking toward the series of square that were occupied by the crowd.&nbsp; There were already smells floating in the air of spices and meals not of Tar Valon. The crowd was growing thicker and the sound of people talking, shouting to one another, of the hawkers, the music was getting louder as they neared the first booth.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 05:13:52</strong>
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				<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>It was a wordless nod to the direction of the stall. He could have grunted too but such high forms of communication were thankfully not required. Kal was too busy wondering just how long this outing was going to be. She had not even finished eating the first one and already she was planning out a second meal? The faire would be here for several days and she was acting like a bloody accepted given her freedom for the first time in months. Resigned to his fate he decided to at least try to smile. If he was going to be dour faced the entire time it would be just be miserable and if he was miserable she would no doubt find a way to make it double. That woman had a way to get under his skin and it was only getting worse because even minor jabs could not even dint her smiling features. He must have been getting predictable.<br><br>“Aes Sedai or not, she would be wise to keep to herself. You can try though but I am going to tell you right now that I refuse to shake down the poor woman for her recipe no matter what she says.” He had just attempted a joke. Eyes narrowed sharply. Bloody infernal bond. How could she be this happy? It was infectious and perhaps even worse he didn’t even notice it until now. They were able to move freely through the streets. Aes Sedai were common in the city but even then they were given a wide birth. Now add the fact that she was with her armed warder and the crowds literally parted for them. It was all well and good, any one pushing too close could be a threat. A quick dagger and there would be no time for healing. Kal could think of at least a dozen spots that it would work, if he put any real effort behind it no doubt he could remember a dozen more.<br><br>He watched, half interested on her thoughts on the confections. The smile and all the mischief that it contained caused a very real eyebrow to raise this time. Just what was going on in that head of hers? He could have pushed at the bond, the little tangle of emotions and feelings at the back of his head to discover it. Kal had a tendency to over analyze…everything. “Yes because that is what I wanted to do with my night, watch you spin around from man to man. Securing the square is going to be a nightmare but now you want to dance with strangers as well?” His head shook side to side slowly. Give it to a woman to do the exact thing he had just asked her not to. She seemed to enjoy tormenting him just as much as he enjoyed with her.<br><br>The music was started to grow louder as they approached. His eyes were ever watchful, scanning the crowd as best he could. So much movement, so many faces, it would be easy to slip one between them and that would be it. The odds were low, he knew it just as much as she did but these skills needed to be used. If he let himself be lax of attention again. His hand slipped to his sword, gripping the pommel hard enough that the knuckled whitened. This had a ripple effect through the crowd giving them even more space to walk before he realized he had even been doing it. Growling at himself more than anything he forced his hand away and back to his side.<br><br>“Fine. One dance and then we go somewhere else.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 05:31:00</strong>
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				<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>Tag:</strong> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Reaching the edge of the dance floor, Moira, spun to face him, her skirts twirling fetchingly around her legs as she swayed gently in time with the music playing around them. Grinning in sheer delight she held her hand out to him, he'd said he'd dance with her after all and she wasn't bothering to try and cloud the Bond and keep him from feeling what she was feeling. She liked that he'd agreed to the dance, but there was still plenty of mischief in her heart as well. He could grump about "one dance" all he wanted, but she had no intention of leaving the floor after only one dance! Looking up to meet his eyes, she let him see, and feel, the amusement that roiled through her as she made a sort of half sliding step that made her body sway sinuously where she stood. To most people around them it would simply look like she was waiting for him to come to her, but he was Saladean and she was of the Battle Ajah. At least once a year, sometimes more, she traveled North to the borders and often spent weeks, sometimes months, in Saladea itself and had learned a number of things from the Ladies there.<br><br>That single step was all she allowed, but her amusement nearly burst from her knowing he would recognize what those around him didn't and wondering what he would think of it.<br><br>Waiting until he reached her she finally commented on his assertion that he'd only dance once, "You may dance as little or as much as you like Kal. If you don't wish to partner with me that's your choice, I'd never try to force you, but I fully intend to make the most of my evening and I won't be leaving this floor until my legs are shaking and my breath is gasping with exertion. If that means you watch me partner with other men, the choice is yours. All you have to do to avoid that fate is keep up," she challenged before giving his hand a small tug and all but leaping onto the floor to take up the first steps of the fast paces reel the musicians were playing!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 16:54:36</strong>
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				<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 <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Yfan, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> An alley behind a crowded pub -&gt; Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br><em>"You acquitted yourself well." The Kandori man said.</em><br><br>"Hardly," Ishara sniffed. "I should be more aware and not blunder into things like that. It's embarrassing. My father was Lord Commander of the City Guard of Caemlyn. I know better then to be so oblivious when entering a crowded pub of all places. Consider that a lesson hard learned." She helped him drag the bodies out then helped him with tying the men. "Thank you for saving me. You'll be a fine Warder someday. Might even bond you myself." She gave him a sideways smile.<br><br>As she stood on the ground keeping lookout she winced at the difficult Yfan had in hauling up all three men to the top of the very tall roof and tucking them away out of sight. A few voices passed by the end of the narrow alley way they were in but no one came around the obstructions, the voices of singing drunken men inside the pub distracted most passersby. Yfan's head disappeared for awhile behind the roof and she got concerned. Unaware at the time that he was just catching his breath up there, she began to pace back and forth, fretting over what was happening. With relief she would finally see&nbsp; him and await his descent.<br><br>Standing with arms folded under her breath, Ishara was calm but her posture indicated distress. She let out another sniff. "In my mind, I pictured that as being much easier. Give me your coat so I can hide the bleeding." Her robes were heavily stained with red blood from her side by now, the white fabric soaking it up and creating a large patch of pink and deeper red.&nbsp; <br><br>When it was done, she would be ready to take his arm again to lean on him and head back to the Tower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 20:07:25</strong>
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				<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>Kal grumbled.<br><br>The non-vocal utterances were almost a langue within themselves. This one, in particular, conveyed his annoyance over the crowd. They had parted for them, turning a security nightmare into something easier but by that same token they had made an easy pathway to the dance floor and thus his inevitable doom. He had agreed to one dance, a token gesture but the sheer happiness that inspired made him feel guilty about that. <em>Bloody, flaming, infernal, light blasted woman</em> he sighed taking her hand the rough callouses of a lifetime filled with war and hard work a complete contrast to the smooth skin of an Aes Sedai. Their eyes met over the dance floor and he narrowed them in response. The old warder recognized that look, there would be nothing good that came from this, that much was certain.<br><br>She slid away from him, finding an empty space on the floor but it was the way that she slid that pulled at his memory. Subtle almost serpentine in its movement, the irritation and annoyance in the bond instantly vanishing as his eyes widened it. <em>She wouldn’t</em> he almost blushed for her. Kal was far from the normal conservative ways that the majority of the land clung to, the site of ankles for instance were not a cause of fainting or even scandal. This however… this was different. A heat started to rise, flirting and pooling with the general anger that was always present. He tried to speak, lips parted but instead could only lick them. They were dry. Just when did that happen?<br><br>Feet were rooted to the spot, causing quite the traffic jam as some of the other dancers had to move around them. It lasted a moment, but Moira would know that the moment could be a lifetime to a warrior like himself. Many battles were decided in heart beats and if she had pulled something like this before, causing his entire mind to lock up in the midst of one, then it would have spelled defeat for them both. Instead he stepped forward a hand moving to her hip to still any further moves less he throw her over his shoulder and illustrate why such dances were to remain in private.<br><br>“I remember what it takes to get your legs to shake and your breath to gasp.” Two could play at this game. She had unwittingly raised the stakes to the highest of levels and Kal was not one to back down. He followed her movements with a practiced ease. The lessons of the battle field combined with that of Elaine being enough to get him through the unknown steps that everyone else seemed to intrinsically understand. “You could dance with others, but they would never keep up.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 20:28:33</strong>
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				<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> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>In the back of her mind she felt him. Through their bond she could reach back and feel the annoyance that filled him at being trapped in a crowd (always a dangerous proposition when one looked for assassins in every face) simply because his Aes Sedai wanted to enjoy a faire. Today was one of the few days she wasn't trying to block that awareness. Often she threw up mental shields because he carried <em>so much</em> anger and, despite appearances, she carried a deep enough well of her own rage that to feel his to often was to risk falling into an emotional trap neither of them was prepared to deal with.<br><br>Today was different though, today she was allowing herself to be happy and carefree as she hadn't been since she was little more than an Accepted on her very first free day. Today she wasn't allowing her anger or her grief (even nearly a year later she still grieved the loss of her dearest friend) to take over her existence and so, today, feeling him in the back of her mind, a constant (annoying but well known by now) presence was actually comforting and amusing. His very presence, ever watchful and prepared, allowed her to be even more carefree than she'd planned when she left the Tower.<br><br>The feel of his battle roughened hand in hers put a smile on her lips and while her own were far smoother, she hadn't seen the years of battle he had, they weren't entirely smooth. Small callouses of her own lined her palms and you could almost trace the way she gripped her daggers in practice from that line of slightly roughened skin. <br><br>And then she felt it. Through the Bond she felt not just his sudden, physical stillness, but his emotion stillness as well and it gave her s surge of fierce pride to realize that what the Saladean Ladies had taught her, on a whim, worked so much better than even they had claimed it would! A single step from a dance that one from his homeland would recognize and she could feel the scandal and shock that ran through him! Granted she really wouldn't have done more than a single step, maybe two, of that particular dance, she had simply wanted to surprise him, he was always so gruff and jaded and acted as if nothing she did was a surprise, just an annoyance.<br><br>Apparently she'd done well in surprising him.<br><br>Looking up to meet his eyes as he stepped in, his hand warm on her hip through the thin silk of her gown, she flashed him an impish grin and it was her turn to raise a single eyes brow, almost as if she could read the impulses travelling through his mind!<br><br>His words only made her laugh as she moved through a series of intricate steps, amazed at how well he actually kept up! Onlookers probably wouldn't notice anything but being his partner she could feel minuscule hesitations here and there and she was well aware that she was the one leading him through this dance. Still he followed exceptionally well and she couldn't resist complimenting him, "You dance very well, especially when you don't know the dance."<br><br>She was tempted to ask if Elaine had taught him but pushed the question away for another day. No need to spoil the mood with hard subjects.<br><br>"As for other partners keeping up...this my Warder, is a dance floor, if one partner falls away, there is always another to take their place until one with the will and stamina to keep up comes along," she laughed and gave a small shrug as her eyes moved around the floor as if already seeking who her next dance partner would be. In the back of her mind she had to admit to, to herself anyway, that she was goading him, but it seemed she didn't want to resist the challenge he represented today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 21:48:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Yfan Bravni<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> An alley behind a crowded pub -&gt; Tar Valon Infirmary (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234953.msg11573593#msg11573593)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr><br>Yfan could say the same of himself when Ishara brusquely denied his praise. No fine Warder would allow himself to be so easily separated from his charge or take so long to intervene. A true and proper Warder would've noted the men targeting his charge and taken steps to dispatch them before his charge even felt the tip of the dagger. The trainee nursed the possibility that this evening's events would see him dismissed from the Tower; after all, his failure to conduct himself properly allowed an Accepted to come to harm.<br><br>The Kandori trainee gave his tunic over to Ishara to conceal the bleeding that stained her robes. She took his arm and he allowed her to take it as she wished, along with any support from him that she may need. The depth of the staining caused him some concern; the cut may have been much deeper than he believed. Although as much he wished to hurry Ishara, he took things at her pace while they were in the city. As soon as they passed the gates and were within Tower grounds, Yfan swept Ishara up into his arms, cradling her slender body to his barrel-like chest.<br><br>At that point, the tall man broke into a run. Never mind the earlier exertions of the day, nor the toll of healing. The man ran as swiftly as he might to the Infirmary, his long legs and deep stamina granting him a pace that was quite considerable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 00:48:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin to Avalyn Sedai<br><strong>Tags: </strong> Avalyn<br><strong>Time: </strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place: </strong> The edges of the faire<br><strong>Warning: </strong> Watch them toes!<br><hr><br><br>Warner paused and looked to her, allowing himself to admire her lovely eyes. "It's all past now and I think that we both got our wish." he said and smiled as his fingers pushed a strand of hair away from her throat with a feathery touch. "I was starting to worry that I would have to start dodging that red-headed girl from the blues, but I think that I got the better of the deal in the end." He leaned a little closer so that she could hear him in the growing crowd, "I get to feel you in my head for the rest of my life." he said just loudly enough for her to hear. "It's not like I had imagined... nothing at all."<br><br>He motioned toward the growing crowd, "Shall I make a path for us? I imagine that you'll want to see the animals first, if I know you." His eyebrow arched ever so slightly, "Or will it be the honeybread?"<br><br>Warner knew that if he lived another 50 years, he wouldn't get fully use to the fact of her in his head, knowing that she would know nearly everything that went through his head in some way, but he felt it too and he was content with life. He would have to drag a pallet infront of her door, but he had slept on worst surfaces in his life. The snow came to mind for example. "Tell me, I've never thought about it, but does it snow where you come from?" He knew often brutal winters, but he missed the snows of the northlands sometimes. "Someday, I'll have to show you what a real winter is like in the north." He grinned mischievously, "Maybe get snowed in for a season."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 01:46:41</strong>
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				<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>Aes Sedai were supposed to be stoic creatures that were carved out of the same alabaster like stone of the tower. Impassive, stoic, and above all not looking for trouble. Yet every time he caught eyes with the green sister he found that smile. That one smile. That one smile that was going to be the death of him. She had a smile like that too but when it danced across Elaine’s face it usually meant he was in for a wild ride. This smile, spoke of dangers that were far closer to home. The Master of Arms tugged her close through one of the spins closing that last bit of the distance to create yet another scandal between the green and her warder as he whispered roughly, lips right next to her ear. “If you could truly see into my mind like you claim to, then it would not be an eyebrow raised but a blush upon your cheeks.”<br><br>He let her spin away, each time they moved catching more of the dance. A lifetime of training let Kal pick up moves quickly. Forms that were once foreign concepts able to be picked up quickly and if he studied it carefully dancing was just like fighting. There was just far less bloodshed…usually…if he was doing it right. The compliment pulled him out of his head, “At the end of the day, dancing is just like fighting only we both can win.” The momentary lapse of concentration however caused a misstep. He moved left when he should have right opting to turn the problem into a spin, a flourish that had them twirling together and coming out where they needed to.<br><br>“Just like a battle field.”<br><br>He chuckled more to himself, the music starting to calm down now a warning that the song would be finishing. Kal had to choose, another dance and letting her win or risking a knife in the darkness.&nbsp; That was the excuse he was going to use, it let him believe that it was because he was not enjoying himself. That the smile was just for her benefit. That he was not betraying her memory by moving on. “I see what you are doing, you think to question my stamina when you know damn right that there is nothing out there that could outlast a warder in their prime.”<br><br>With the last strains of the music he raised their hands and spun her quickly several times in rapid succession. The music faded out, holding out his arm to keep her steady if she needed it. “Perhaps one more.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 02:17:57</strong>
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				<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> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>He thought she should be blushing did he? Bringing her gaze back to his face a small smirk touched her lips. His words had brought to mind their last night together, the shared pleasure of it, and the aches (pleasant reminders she'd carried in her body) it had left her with for days afterward. As she thought of it the look she gave him changed subtly, her lids half closing, her lips just barely curving upward and her head tilting just slightly as if in speculation. It was a look that did bring about a few blushes - they were on a crowded dance floor in the middle of a faire, it was a look that was scene - but none of them graced <em>her</em> cheeks. She was a Sister of the Green Ajah, they were known to be the most open, the most likely to take lovers and the least likely to be ashamed of, or to bother hiding, the pleasures they took in them. She had no intention of blushing like a maiden with her first crush now.<br><br>The next time he spun her in close she murmured, "It would take a lot more than any <em>thoughts</em> running through your head to make me blush Kalain Baneron!"<br><br>She liked how he improvised when he made a mistake. The spinning made her skirts flare around her legs and she didn't care in the least that it flashed not just her ankle but a length of calf as well. In all honesty, if she had twirled in the middle of the floor, with no one else near by, the skirts could have flared as high as to flash the first inch or two her thighs, but he was close enough that instead they flashed a small length of her lower legs and slithered against his own as well, the green silk caressing the darker shades of his own breeches making a very pretty picture of them as the moved across the floor. While this earned them a couple more scandalized looks, most of the city dwellers simply gave small, indulgent, smiles to see a Sister so clearly enjoying herself, and not keeping herself entirely aloof from the common people who lived in the city around the Tower.<br><br>As the music began to slow she wondered if he would partner her again, or if he'd allow her to dance with someone else, his words made it clear even before they stopped, with a final flourish, and he held his arm out, even though she didn't need it for support. "I never said I could find a partner that could outlast you on the dance floor Kal, just that I was willing to enjoy the attempt if you didn't want to partner with me yourself. You may be my Warder but I would never try and force you to dance attendance upon me like some sort of courtier. When we aren't sniping at each other I enjoy your company," she admitted with a small shrug. It was a truth that she had only recently admitted, even to herself.<br><br>When he said he'd dance once more with her she flashed him a warm smile, nothing hidden or sensual in it, just a warm grin of delight. He really was an excellent partner (better than she'd hoped for actually but she didn't say <em>that</em>! no need to inflate the man's ego!) and she'd hoped he'd opt to continue dancing with her. After the vigor of the last dance the musician took some pity on the dancers and played a tune that, while still lively, was slightly slower than the last so that people could catch their breaths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 00:37:49</strong>
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				<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>One thing was becoming crystal clear. Moira had no clue what was actually going through his head. She could suspect and the look that she gave him, one that did more than hint at the pleasantries they could exchange, would be close. It was within the target, but far from the mark. Never underestimate the debauchery a man that had seen lifetimes of war could come up with when given a willing target.&nbsp; His smile was easy, soft in comparison but his hands were a different story. They moved on her as they spun, gripping her possessively with each time, the strength in those hands telling the same story that his smile would. That there was so much more to work with the second time… or was it the third? Light when did he start counting…when did he have to?<br><br>She spun with abandon. It was almost freeing as she smiled and let the cares of the world go. The feel of the silk pooling around him the flash of flesh to anyone who was watching and at this point they had quite a few more. It was not every day that an Aes Sedai danced like this and now adding to that the twirls and movements they tossed in others had paused to watch as they flowed across the dance floor. In a way, Kal was jealous. The weight of the last battle rested on her shoulders, the training needed to be ready, the grief that they both felt and she could find a way to let it all go and spin. The rush of it was enough to cause his own stomach to tighten through the bond.<br><br>For a brief moment, his lips parted in simple awe.<br><br>“No you did not, I am going to have to watch your words very carefully it seems always leaving yourself just enough room…” His hand dropped away settling back at his side. The dance had been exhilarating but he had barely started to breath hard. “Willing to enjoy the attempt, I am not sure who you were dancing with but that was far from an attempt. That was a success.” Kal gave her a sage like nod, guiding them both a bit to the edge of the floor as people started to shuffle around getting in place for the next dance. “You know damn well what would happen if you…” she robbed him of the words as she slipped the compliment in at the end.<br><br>“You do?”<br><br>There was an honest bit of surprise in there. Granted if she had really disliked him or if his antics proved to be too much she could have passed him off to another. The first few months he had attempted to have her do just that not wanting the memory hanging around him so close but now they were here and that simple admission. That simple truthful admission was not something he had ever expected to get. What was he supposed to say? You too? Did he mean it did he….”Yeah, I think I will go for that other dance now.” Smooth as always. He held an arm out for her to take, bringing them back and then offering his hand, the other settling on her once again. The strength of the last dance wasn’t there and for once it simply rested on her contently.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 00:58:47</strong>
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				<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> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Through their Bond she could feel his awe and she didn't really understand it. She couldn't read his thoughts, though she'd attempt to let him think she could at times if she could get away with it, so she had no idea the paths they had taken, only that the end result seemed to something tightening inside of him a sense of awe almost bordering on admiration...not that she expected that to last long! He enjoyed taunting her far too much to let that sense of awe take root very far. <br><br>She didn't ponder it long, instead she was grinning impishly at him once more as he commented on the need to pay closer attention to her words. Giving a small shrug she could only laugh and give just the smallest nodding of her head, "Of course you should watch my words. I'm Aes Sedai Kal and you know that means that while we're vowed to never lie, we can cut the truth so fine it might actually be more sporting to lie," she admitted. It wasn't something she would have <em>ever</em> said but to two types of people, another Sister or her own Warder. A sister would know the truth of it for herself and her Warder...well there wasn't much you could truly hide from your Warder, not when they could feel you like a constant pressure in the back of their own minds.<br><br>And then she stumped him with her compliment and she let her head fall back as a laugh filled her throat and sprinkled across the dance floor, the sound infectious and making the people around them, who had no idea why the Sister laughed, only that the sound was joyous and free, smile or chuckle as well.<br><br>"Yes you silly man. When you aren't trying to be the most deliberate pain in my backside that I've ever met, I <em>do</em> enjoy your company. You don't hold back or treat me with false courtesy simply because I'm Aes Sedai and that is a refreshing change of pace. You tell me the truth, even when I don't want to hear it and I've recently discovered there are perks to sharing your bed...something I wouldn't do if I didn't enjoy you on other levels as well," she explained, being as blunt and straightforward as he often could be and without any of the usually Aes Sedai prevarications. Simple words, hard to pick apart and without leaving herself the wiggle room that most of her ilk were known for.<br><br>Letting the subject go she allowed him to draw her into his arms and flashed him a little smirk as she stepped in just a bit closer than she needed to be for the next dance. He'd either hand to tighten his hold on her waist to keep their form, or risk them tangling their feet together! He hadn't admitted to enjoying spending time with her as well, but he <em>was</em> dancing with her again which was telling enough. She wasn't some maiden whose heart would break that he hadn't returned her sentiments. It wasn't as if she had professed undying love! The very thought of that made a fresh chuckle fill her throat as they moved with the new music filling the dance square. She didn't think she'd share that particular thought. <br><br>Some things a woman needed to keep to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 02:15:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Avalyn Amasera<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Green Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Warner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> In the streets, on the way to the festivities<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Avalyn nodded her head slowly in agreement. Finally, they both had their wish. If she had known that Warner wanted to bond her, it would have been done some time ago. He was everything that she wanted and he apparently returned the favor. Her soft smile broadened when he pushed her hair away. She felt a little giddy each time she thought of him as her warder. She felt the same sensation years ago whenever she looked at her Great Serpent ring, and then again when she earned the shawl. This was another big step in her life, and she faced it with a mix of pride, excitement, joy and a good dose of fascination.<br><br>"Let's make sure that we don't lose each other in the crowd. I think we should get to the honeybread before they run out… but the animals are certainly the next stop." Avalyn's hand slipped from the nook of his arm and down to his hand where her delicate finger wrapped around his hand in a firm hold. She had no care if people saw them holding hand. She was a Green after all.&nbsp; She knew that the hand she held was not his sword hand, that if something came up, both of them would still be able to react quickly.<br><br>"Ah snow… I come from a city that is closer to Murandy than of the ocean. It's along the Manetherendrelle river, actually, with the Damonas mountains to the south. So we do have a healthy amount of snow during winter, and cold weather, but I heard from people who have had the privilege to spend time in both places during winter that Shienar is far, far colder and harsher."&nbsp; Avalyn stated with several glances at him as they walked. She kept the awareness of her surrounding high, as if she expected trouble but then she always did. It was no wonder that she found it so often, and joined in.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 05:01:47</strong>
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				<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>There was that smile, filled with devious delight but what followed was rarer. A laugh from the mouth of an Aes Seda. In many parts of the world such a thing was valued more than gold and in return Kal could not help but smile back. The corners of his mouth turning upwards as it reached up towards his eyes but as they touched it filled with a bittersweet sadness. Elaine always reminded him to laugh more. She said it was her purpose in his life and the reason why she had bonded him. Citing that he looked so lonely and that together they could find his laughter. She had succeeded. Shaking free from the memory he let the smile linger on, “They say that?” he gave her a look of mock incredulity. “It is a good thing you have me around, I have no scruples lying enough for the both of us.”<br><br>What followed was a series of truths, one after another. Did he slip into a portal stone as they danced around the floor? “I am sorry what? Are you voluntarily admitting that you like me?” Kal gave low chuckle and a shake of his head. He had suspected it, the last several weeks they had been slowly spending more time together and it could have been partially because of the bond. An Aes Sedai and her warder worked best when they were in harmony and when he had someone living in the back of his head it was hard to not find some kind of equilibrium. “For the record, I am not really trying to be a pain in the ass it does come naturally though.” It was a defense machoism, at least that was what he had overheard the yellows calling it as part of his weekly interviews.<br><br>“Yeah, we do make a good team.” He grinned, letting his eyes move over her body so that she could know exactly how it was meant. The dance started and she slipped closer, within his guard. His heart beat increased as instinct pulled at him. Hands gripped her a bit tighter but instead of pushing away he pulled closer keeping that closeness that usually was reserved for married couples when they stopped caring what others thought. “You are absolutely the oddest Aes Sedai I have ever met Moira.” Coming from him it was a compliment. Each Ajah had their own stereotypes, the warders would often joke about it when they were out of earshot. She fit comfortably in some but would often shatter the others. Then again, the only thing he had to compare to was his first and she too was odd in her own way.<br><br>She had taught him the old tongue, that the title had meant servant of all and as they traveled she made sure to practice it where ever she went. His hand slipped around her more, fingers brushing over the small of her back and sliding down to settle just above the curve of hip. This time he knew the dance steps and he flowed effortlessly around the floor.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 12:40:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin to Avalyn Sedai<br><strong>Bond Mate:</strong> Avalyn Amasera<br><strong>Tags: </strong>&nbsp; Avalyn, open<br><strong>Time: </strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place: </strong> The Faire<br><strong>Warning: </strong> When it comes to women, just say "Yes Dear" and keep moving.<br><hr><br><br>Warnergrinned and nodded, a surge of contentment flowed through the bond when she slipped her hand into his large one. He squeezed lightly and continued on with her along the stalls that lined the courtyard. Although crime was all but unheard of within the city, Warner's eyes continued to scan the people about them, high and low, for threats to Avalyn first and foremost. He could enjoy himself, but anyone who watched him walk knew the lethal grace of a warder in this place and should offer little trouble.<br><br>"Ah, here we are." he said in a soft rumble as he spotted a baker's stall and the smell of sweet breads floated about them. "He grinned teasingly, "How many do you think you can eat? Should I just buy a dozen now and savor them as dessert later?" he asked playfully. "You need to eat more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 14:09:29</strong>
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				<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> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>His comments made her chuckle and shake her head gently, "I don't need you lie for either of of us Kal, in fact I'd rather you didn't. Besides, a skillfully wielded truth has, often, gotten me much further than any lie every could. Of course when not in Tar Valon I tend to travel North to the Borders and most of the Borderlanders prefer truth to a lie, even when they don't like what I say. I'm told it's different in the South where they become more concerned with Daes Daemar, the Game of Houses, because they don't have to worry about their safety on a daily basis," she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. She avoided going any further South than Tar Valon when she could. <br><br>And then he did something she didn't expect at all...he chuckled. It wasn't as good as a full blown laugh, but it was a start and the sound made her smile up at him. It was a good sound, one he should make more but she hadn't missed the sadness that had ghosted through his eyes either and she suspected she had said, or done, something that reminded him of Elaine. The thought made a slight shadow flash through her own eyes but she shook it away gently. Tonight was not a night to let her mourning sink back in. She would forever miss her friend but Elaine wouldn't have wanted her to mourn forever, she would have wanted her to move on with her life and enjoy as much of it as she could for the both of them.<br><br>Flashing him a small, almost coy smile, she gave a small nod of her head, "Just this once I'll admit that you're not bad company when you want to be pleasant. Though I think you're far too skilled at being a pain in the ass for it not to bad been deliberate at some point. You've practiced it until it's instinctive and almost an artform," she teased.<br><br>Oh she knew what the Yellows said. He was her Warder after all and they felt it their duty to keep her up to date on his health, physical and emotional, but she didn't put a lot of stock in their interviews. She knew Kal enough at this point to know he wouldn't open up to the other Sisters.<br><br>The look he gave her when he said they made a good team left doubt that he meant they were well matched in bed. It was blatant and most women would have blushed under such scrutiny but not Moira, Moira simply met his gaze with her own and laughed once more when he called her odd. He probably wasn't entirely wrong. Oh she could put on the same stoic face that so many Aes Sedai wore and play the mysterious and unknowable Aes Sedai when she needed, but she found that most of the people she dealt with far preferred when she was open and honest with them not just in her words but in her behaviour as well. It was that ability to be open and curious that had lured the Ladies she knew in Saladea, with much giggling and smirking between them, to teach her the dance that Kal recognized the step from earlier. It was something few outside the borders of Saladea knew and the Ladies had thought it a <em>wonderous</em> joke to teach an Aes Sedai!<br><br>"I probably am," she admitted, grinned as he took her actions to heart and pulled her in close. So close in fact that she could feel the brush of his thighs against her own and she heard more than one scandalized gasp around them as they began to move with the music. Grinning up at him she was content to let him lead through this dance since he, clearly, knew the steps of this one. She didn't always have to be the one in charge after all...just most of the time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 02:27:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/AmyrlinSeat.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Amyrlin Raine Alvare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557590#msg11557590)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Amyrlin Seat<br><strong>Bondmate</strong>: n/a<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, specifically Kimika <br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Amyrlin's Office (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234956.msg11580298#msg11580298) -&gt;&nbsp; The City Fair<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>The Amyrlin's long wavy dark brown hair, hung down her back, two clusters pulled back and braided to keep the hair out of her face, the long tail of the braid falling down the back of her head. She wore simple dark blue and cream silk dress, a dark blue shrug covering her shoulders and sleeves. The folds of cream coloring making subtle stripes of color among the folded fabric of her full length skirt, it gently swished as she strode across the Tower Grounds and out the front gate. Under the dress she wore soft soled sensible shoes which allowed her to walk swiftly. Despite her average height she walked very quickly. She was of no Ajah and all of them but part of her would always be a Blue and the dress clearly gave it away. The shawl she now wore over her shoulders was a bright long strip of silk, about a hand wide as was tradition it contained seven bands of color, one for each Ajah. <br><br>Along the way out of the Tower grounds, Raine would motion for Kimika to join her and put up a hand to encourage others to remain a step away. <br><br>Nodding to Theraeve she said, "We'll talk soon. I have much to discuss with you in regards to tonight." The words meant little but she was implying to Theraeve that there was other things she wanted to discuss. <br><br>Without outward signs she weaved threads of wind and spirit together to create a muffle of sound so that others could not hear Kimika and her speak.<br><br>"Kimika Sister," She often referred to the older more experience Aes Sedai as sister to acknowledge her with the respect she felt Kimika deserved. Though the Amyrlin Seat was highest among the Aes Sedai the Sisters had an internal unspoken code that age and ability in the One Power would give certain rank if not actual station. Even if Raine's talents made her a frighteningly powerful Aes Sedai, experience held a special place. Weaving was difficult and age made a difference. Kimika was a force to be reckoned with. Raine held her in very high regard. <br><br>"I am glad you joined us. I had needed to talk to you. It is in regards to Darkfriends. For so long I've been suspicious and recently I sent Thereave and Rhoven out to track down a Darkfriend. The man was planning to kidnap novices, Kimika. I'm not sure what for but there you have it. We found evidence of it that led us right to them. Now I think they are scouting the novices through our suppliers and perhaps even the White Tower staff. I know I'm being paranoid but I'm starting to see Darkfriends everywhere."&nbsp; Raine was outwardly a calm mask of serenity. Her mouth was slightly blurred by the one power, hardly noticeable from a distance but enough that those close could not read her lips as she spoke. Between that and the sound shield she had up, she spoke with confidence. "I want you to be extra vigilant. We have so few novices. I've made a move to keep Serain close to me. She's powerful. I want us to watch her to make sure she doesn't become a target." Her outward calm would be mask enough to fool most but the more experienced, Kimika could easily recognize the somewhat distraught and exhausted inflections in voice and demeanor of Raine's conversation. "I'm not sure who else to trust with this information. I may ask you and another to vet some of the Sisters for me. This may sound cruel but I think if we got them to use the Oath Rod again in front of us we could ensure they are not... " She dared not even say the words. "... Well, I just want to make sure they can be fully trusted." Her eyes glanced to the side to gauge Kimika's reactions.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 04:50:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Rhoven Bryce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11565549#msg11565549)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar, formerly Gaidin<br><strong>Bonded To:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Amrylin’s Office -&gt; Faire<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>While the grounds themselves were quiet, the streets of Tar Valon ahead were normally busy, and generally had people bustling about even at night. Perhaps it was a symptom of being so safe, people felt secure wandering about in the dark. They didn’t normally hold the bustling crowds or buzzing energy that the faire had brought with it. The sights and sounds and scents were already filling the air as the group approached, but instead of pleasant relaxation that normal fair-goers might feel, it just made Rhoven grit his teeth. He hoped that Aelrin, at least, would take his duties seriously. This was not a casual visit for recreation, this was a mission, and he would see the Amyrlin and her escorts around to whatever attractions they wished to see and then safely home again if he had to kill a hundred men with his hands and teeth to do it.<br><br>The crowds would pose a bit of a challenge, as anyone could take the opportunity to slip in close. One Power or not, a poisoned blade up close would finish the most powerful Aes Sedai. So, he kept slightly ahead of the group, within a few paces, so he might watch the people moving about and clearing a path. The clearly displayed sword, and generally intimidating nature of his face helped people give them a wide berth. The position at the front also gave him plenty of opportunity to peer in to every alleyway, window and dark shadow that lay in their path, just in case someone might be hiding with plans to make an unwelcome surprise entrance.<br><br>Glancing back periodically to check up on his charges, he noticed that he couldn’t hear what the Amyrlin and her nearby companions were saying. A trick he had seen before, but, he understood the need for privacy, perhaps better than most. It was difficult to say who could be trusted anymore. He suspected it was going to be a long evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 06:12:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kimika Togita<br><strong>Position:</strong> Mistress of Novices, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open, Amyrlin Raine.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> With the Amyrlin's group<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Kimika was considering the group walking with them, weighing skills and strength in that same way that she did every Novice or Accepted that passed the door of her office. Kimika was no Green, but she still believed in being prepared. While the biggest threat to the Tower, to her knowledge, was the Whitecloaks who would not dare to move against Aes Sedai in Tar Valon, she preferred to expect trouble and find none than to be caught unaware and unprepared. It was then that she caught the motion of the Amyrlin to get her attention. With her usual grace, she glided toward the other woman.<br><br>She bowed her head politely, "Mother."&nbsp; It was as much to acknowledge that she was being spoken to as to greet the woman, but her tone was friendly and not simply courteous. For some sisters, it was odd to see one that they had seen in the White to be raised as Amyrlin, but Kimika had little care as to who was raised before or after her when they became sitter, Keeper or Amyrlin. If the woman deserved it and had what it took, then Kimika would stand behind her. She had faith in Raine, and this even if she was of the Blue, or rather had been of the Blue.<br><br>At the mention of darkfriend, Kimika raised a single eyebrow. It was an odd conversation to have now, but the Amyrlin's time was precious, and she had to make the best of it, Kimika knew.&nbsp; "That is disturbing, to say the least." The Novices were the Tower's children. They were rare, half as many as there was when she joined, and it seemed to be heading in that direction.&nbsp; "I will keep an eye on them. Keep them working in pairs to lower the risks, or have one sound the alarm if something happens to the other." Kimika thought aloud.<br><br>"I would take the rod and swear again if required, and I believe you know that or you would not be speaking of this to me again. To have Sisters take oaths again will only fuel the rumors and turn them into certainty. It is not something that you want to be remembered by, I am sure, and that is not considering how fast the Reds would work to have you deposed for having confirmed the suspicion of… <em>them</em>." Kimika knew that she was stating the obvious, or at least stating aloud something that must have crossed the Amyrlin's mind. Sometimes, things needed to be said aloud.<br><br>"I know a handful that I would trust with my life, without having them take the oath again. Some that would fight for you, if it comes down to that." Kimika stated with confidence in her words. She noted, though she did not mention it, that&nbsp; Raine had had a Red work with a man. That must have pleased the Red to no end… Probably not. "Do you wish me to speak with them and see how they feel about it before they know that the suspicion comes from you?" </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 06:59:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Avalyn Amasera<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Green Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Warner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> In the streets, on the way to the festivities<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"No, no, no. I eat plenty. Don't you worry about how much I eat. If I listened to you, I'd eat as much as a man, and would end up as large as a good Innkeeper." Avalyn protested. She wasn't one for three large meals, more like small meals with several snacks through the day. Avalyn smiled, though, amused at the turn of the conversation. He was adorable, to her, he had always been. From the moment that he caught her eye, with her still wearing the banded dress, up until now and hopefully for a long time to come, he had been charming and adorable.<br><br>"Buying a dozen is actually a good idea. I could snack on them later, or tomorrow. I like to eat something sweet after I've exerted myself." She said, and realized only after the words passed her lips how her words could be taken; a meaning quite different than the one she intended.&nbsp; Avalyn did as if she had not just said something of a double entendre. She would not blush, and tried to stifle the feeling that came with the realization that her words could be taken differently than intended, but being so new to the bond… <br><br>Short of trying for a diversion, Avalyn knew only one way to deal with this kind of situation: head on. She turned her hazel eyes on him, daring him to comment. She knew that he had the balls to comment on her wording, and wondered if he had the brains not to. The laughter that the thought caused, that the whole situation caused, tugged at her but she managed to keep it under wraps in appearance, at least.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 17:11:57</strong>
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				<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, Master 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>There was a smile, one that spoke of a man that had seen far too much. There would be a time when it was needed, trading on the coin that a warder was still bound to the oaths that the Aes Sedai were was just as powerful as a truth. The Master of Arms was a man that wanted to leave all options on the table, never one to eschew one method because he found it personally distasteful if it meant keeping those he swore to protect safe. It was a harsh truth that he had learned about himself at an early age. “Yeah, the truth works all well in good in the north but eventually we will find ourselves in the southern climates and with that come all those lovely little games. A lie works far better than a sword through the chest” He sighed wistfully remembering a few politicians that he should have visited on his way back to the tower.<br><br>“They just get a bit squeamish about offering it, something about threats or coercion, I was not really paying attention as they screamed.” Kal gave a quick smile, it had been a joke. A bad attempt at one but something to lighten their mood. He was trying, honest to Light he was trying to go along with her wish for an enjoyable night but even his perpetual dark moods needed an outlet in the form of gallows humor. The smile that she shared echoed for a moment before the older man caught it. Bloody Woman. He wanted to growl at her or someone but instead he just sighed. “Just this once?” He brought a hand up to scratch at the stubble along his cheek. “An artform?” The smile he gave was wicked, “As much fun as it would be to stand within a gallery insulting people I think we shall have to keep this a performance art.”<br><br>He had tried for a blush again, with heated look and choice words but the Aes Sedai cool persevered. He would break that look one of these days, choosing not to count the ones he received when they were alone. Those did not count, and directly laying hands on her would really be considered cheating. The goal helped him, his mind focusing more on how to drill through those defenses then upon the past and giving him something more than death to look forward to. When she settled in close for the dance it let him speak softly so that his words only found her ears. “I like that.” There were hundreds of Aes Sedai many of them all carbon copies of the same, every now and then he found one that was worth it. Worth the pain and the destruction and maybe even his loyalty.<br><br>His head turned in, so he could watch her as he danced. Loyalty. That thought that came so easy for the briefest of moments now caused his steps to falter. There was no way to hide it into a twirl or some other flourish so instead he had to pull her close to gather his footing back. Their bodies would touch beyond just their legs. Kal could feel the heat of her skin and this close the scent of her hair. A low noise rumbled in his chest before he could push the thoughts and sounds away, using that mental push to put the distance back that they had started with while dancing.<br><br>Just how long was this infernal thing anyway?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 01:56:29</strong>
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				<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> Raine, Rhoven, Shayella<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> The City Fair<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>It was quite unlikely that anyone would be so bold as to make any sort of attempt towards the Amyrlin as she visited the fair, but Theraeve remained vigilant all the time. Being on edge was almost her natural state, so it wasn't as if she had to concentrate too hard at it. With the heavy activity and traffic throughout Tar Valon for this occasion, it would have been impossible to accurately maintain a grasp on absolutely everything, so she was glad to have several extra pairs of eyes with the group.<br><br>When Raine told her that she wished to discuss something with her a bit later, Theraeve was surprised, but pleasantly so. There she'd been thinking that this little excursion of theirs was all for show, which would have been fine, but if there was some sort of Darkfriend scheme or other danger to neutralize, well that was even better. "I am at your disposal whenever you have need of me, mother," she replied with a respectful bow of her head before giving the Amyrlin some space to converse with Kimika.<br><br>Taking a few quicker strides, she caught up with Rhoven for a moment. "Try not to lose your head tonight," she warned, glacing knowingly at him. "But if anyone so much as tries to lay a finger on her, you kill them if you need to, don't take any chances." Despite still giving him a bit of a hard time about their last mission, Theraeve felt like she could trust the one-eyed archer. He didn't lack for skill, and more importantly he had the stomach for the sort of tasks that they would be given to carry out. <br><br>With the slightest of nods to him, she slowed her pace until most of the others passed her and she rejoined Shayella, closing the group's march with her. "Those fireworks you promised better be good." She tried to sound surly, but the amused smile on her lips indicated otherwise. "What else is there to see out here that's got everyone so excited?" Theraeve asked, at the same time using her interaction with Shayella to disguise the inquisitive looks around their environment. "Special festive ale?" she added almost wistfully, since it didn't seem like this night would be the most appropriate for the drunken fun that they so often got up to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 03:29:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Aelrin Delenos<br><strong>Position:</strong> Master of Archery<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Near the Amyrlin, Headed to the Faire<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Aelrin followed closely behind the group serving as the sort of rear guard. He had tactfully stayed away from the Amyrlin as she did whatever she did with the One Power. He had seen the move a dozen times at least made easy to spot, for him, because of the blurry quality of the face that was otherwise impeccably sharp to his eyes. Adjusting the bow so that it sat more easily on his left shoulder he walked down the path with them. There was quite a crowd tonight and no shortage of festivities to partake in. He had had his mind set on a few gambling dens he could make a few quick profits from but alas it was not meant to be.<br><br>A conversation held a few days back, it felt, swam back into his mind. Kimika Sedai had asked him if he wished to participate in the cities archery contest this night. It felt a bit wrong to show up all the young hopefuls but perhaps it would give the newer recruits some respect for him. It was difficult being a man of some youth when most of the Masters were veritable veterans of the battlefield. Still he wore the fact that he was the Tower's Master of Archery with a heavy sense of pride and responsibility. It was for that reason that some of the Aes Sedai, very very few but some, had request his teaching. Perhaps it was because archery required a degree of focus while swordsmanship required more finesse and grace. The latter was certainly useful but the former was of greater use to an Aes Sedai.<br><br>At least that was his thinking on the subject. Of course Kimika Sedai was busy speaking with the Amyrlin herself so he couldn't bloody well interrupt without ending up demoted to washboy for the rest of his life. Assuming he was lucky and no nearby Reds tried to execute him on suspicion of being a channeller, darkfriend, or both. Ah but that was unfair. The Reds could be a civil bunch it was just more difficult if you were a man sometimes.<br><br>The archer continued to let his eyes scan the various fairegoers until either someone snapped him from his guard duty or Kimika was done speaking with the Amyrlin. His supposed replacements, one of his more promising students, was supposed to take over for him before the archery contest started. Perhaps, he thought to himself, Kimika was putting in a good word for him. She had always been kind that way discussing the future Sisters he might have chance to bond with. It was good to be friends with the Mistress of Novices when that was your end goal. The fact that she was kind and a healer was simply a handy benefit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 08:44:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theraeve, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Tar Valon Faire<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Falling to the back of the entourage, Shayella’s blue eyes scanned the crowd both to see the sights and because she couldn’t help but be alert even if she wasn’t actually a part of the Amyrlin’s escort group.&nbsp; It was the first time she had gone anywhere in the company of the Amyrlin and, though she kept the expected stoicism of the Aes Sedai, she was brimming with excitement.&nbsp; Surely traveling in the group with such esteemed women of the Tower, something was bound to be different than when going out alone.&nbsp; Inwardly interested in the various entertainments, she almost wished she hadn’t eaten before coming out as she caught whiffs of delicious smelling foods in the air.&nbsp; Blue eyes scanning over the crowds of people, they finally flicked back to those that made up the escort.&nbsp; How they were expected to point out danger and stop it before it started in crowds like these, she had no idea but they had all been trained for such things.&nbsp; Unlike Shayella who simply dealt with the aftermath when something went wrong.&nbsp; <br><br>Fighting the urge to link arms with Theraeve when the red sister joined her, she nodded, “I hope so too.&nbsp; It was the main attraction to coming out tonight!”&nbsp; She replied about the fireworks.&nbsp; “It could be like that one display we saw in Tarabon.&nbsp; That was certainly worth watching.”&nbsp; She mused, recalling their trip to the home of the Guild of Illuminators.&nbsp; While they had been there on business for the Red Ajah, there were some perks to traveling and Shayella had insisted that they partake in at least a couple of them.&nbsp; Smiling at her friend, she gestured around them.&nbsp; “Well, there’s great food, lots of people, dancing, shopping and, of course, ale and wine.”&nbsp; She mentioned, her blue eyes dancing with suppressed humor, “And did I mention shopping?”&nbsp; <br><br>Letting her gaze wander again as they talked, Shayella fought not to beam with happiness when she caught a Tar Valon man staring at Theraeve, his eyes wandering over her body completely unaware that his attentions had been noticed by Shayella.&nbsp; Keeping quiet about it for now, she would tell her friend later.&nbsp; If Theraeve hadn’t been a part of the protection escort, she certainly would have tried to get Theraeve to dance with him.&nbsp; But, alas, it was not meant to be… tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>28-08-2015, 04:50:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/AmyrlinSeat.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Amyrlin Raine Alvare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557590#msg11557590)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Amyrlin Seat<br><strong>Bondmate</strong>: n/a<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, specifically Kimika, others gathered around<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Fair, busy intersection<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>The Amyrlin walked close to Kimika as they talked but she led the way. The group would walk right into the crowds and along the main promenade with the most vendors and people. She did not want to push people out of the way so she walked more towards the middle, away from the performers and vendors. Raising a hand she tilted her head in greeting to some of the vendors and just about anyone that caught her gaze. Holding up in the middle of the most crowded intersection she stood there to watch the people and give the others a chance to stop at carts where they wished and still be within visual range of her.<br><br>Still enshrouded with a protective muffling weave Raine continued to speak with the Mistress of Novices. "Yes, you are correct. It would be wisest if you spoke to them first. I want the group very limited in size. Pick maybe one at first and feel them out. Don't forget to check on the Warder. The last we'd need is to bring in a Sister and have her Warder betray us." She stopped to look around and nodded politely to a slightly growing crowd that was beginning to gather around them. "If you need to bring Theraeve on board with you for assistance. It never hurts to have the backing of a Red Sister if this all goes sideways on us. Between us we have the backing of the Blue and the Yellow but we'll need the Red to hold sway should things get bad. If I had a choice here, I'd want representatives from every Ajah working with us but the group must remain trustworthy above all else. The Oath Rod will be necessary I'm afraid. We'll I'll leave it with you and if there is anything you need, let me know and I'll see it's done."<br><br>"Kimika, Sister.. Please do be careful," She reached a hand over to place it affectionately on Kimika's arm, giving it the briefest of squeezes before letting go. "If you have any questions, speak them. If not, you are free to go as needed. I won't hold you up long this evening, tonight is a night for fun. We can always discuss more in depth in my offices later." If Kimika was done speaking or when she finished, Raine would dispel the weave around them.<br><br>About them as they stood and talked, gatherers congregated. Many had seen the Amyrlin before but usually just in passing. For some it was because they had come to seek her blessing for something. Several times a week, The Amyrlin received visitors that just wanted her blessing for something. A washer woman still in work clothes that stood nearby extended her baby in Kimika's direction.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>28-08-2015, 16:31:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Rhoven Bryce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11565549#msg11565549)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar, formerly Gaidin<br><strong>Bonded To:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theraeve, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Fair, with the Amyrlin's party<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Rhoven glanced at Theraeve as she approached, but quickly returned his attention to the crowd, nodding as she spoke to him quietly. "I'll do my job." He reassured her, then glanced at her again. "You look lovely." He commented, before looking back to the people milling past. Better to focus on the task at hand than on Theraeve and her dress. It was a potentially dangerous environment with so many people around, even in Tar Valon. Any threat would have to be dealt with quickly, and where the Amyrlin's safety was concerned, he was going to be focused more on speed and efficiency than on gathering information. There would not likely be any prisoners taken on his end. His hand rested with apparent casualness next to the hilt of his sword, but, he was ready to draw on anyone that looked like they could be a problem. It was a challenge, with so many sights and sounds and people around, distractions and movement in all directions.<br><br>Taking a slow breath, he fell back on his training, embracing what most people called "the void", letting him slip in to a state of stillness and focus. There. Much better. His gaze moved across the sea of faces that parted before him, and the rest of the gathering. A man reaching in to his coat near the wall - For a knife? No, a pipe. A woman in an upper floor window holding - Not a crossbow, just a mixing bowl. Some people tried to approach, and those folk earned extra scrutiny, his gaze running over them for any sign of a weapon hidden in their clothes, any threat in their gaze or gait. There was little chance of an actual assassin among the crowd of course, but he still would have been happier with a dozen Warders to form a proper protective ring. He had been right earlier, it was going to be a long evening.<br><br>The woman with the baby, Rhoven watched carefully. There could just as easily have been a weapon wrapped up in those blankets, but, not the case, it seemed. So, he did shift back a little closer to the Amyrlin herself now that she was apparently done her private conversation, and they were getting in to the crowds where people would be tempted to approach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 01:14:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin to Avalyn Sedai<br><strong>Bond Mate:</strong> Avalyn Amasera<br><strong>Tags: </strong> Avlyn<br><strong>Time: </strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place: </strong> At the faire!<br><strong>Warning: </strong> E eats post!<br><hr><br>Warner grinned at her prostitutions about eating, “The way you keep running around, you need to eat more, but I’ll leave it alone; my father often told me that the only way to get a woman to agree with you was to disagree with yourself.” Amusement and playfulness filled the bond and he gently squeezed her hand as they paused at a baker’s stall and he waited for an opening in the already brisk business. “You can always tell a good baker by how many caravan drivers are standing around.” He winked, “As you can a good road-side inn.” His eyebrows rose and he decided that descrission was sometimes the better part of survival and said nothing about the slip, although his clear interest and mischief flooded the bond between them. “A dozen it’ll be then. Shall we also get one of those steaming apple turn-overs too?” he motioned to a tray with sugar-glazed pies sitting beside the fresh cakes.<br><br>He nodded to an attractive young woman who was showing a bit of cleavage in adamoni cut dress; noting that he preferred the cleavage that Avalyn displayed in that oval cut-out… but didn’t say anything as he made the request and accepted a small wicker basket filled with the cakes. He lifted one and eyed her as he offered it, “Open up.” He said playfully.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 05:12:46</strong>
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				<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> Shayella<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> The City Fair<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>Noticing the reverent looks all around as bystanders began flocking towards the Mother, most of them somewhat timid at first, Theraeve tried to weigh the positives and negatives presented by this sort of outing in her head. Was gaining popularity with the city folk worth exposing herself to potential threats? It seemed impossible to determine without knowing exactly what was out there, and that was precisely what caused her the most apprehension. Then again, she almost certainly would have insisted on doing the same had she been in Raine's place - which was quite a preposterous thought in itself! Never in a million years would Theraeve want, or believe herself capable of taking on such an enormous responsibility. She could barely deal with what she already had on her plate.<br><br>Shayella's melodious tone soon pulled her away from those thoughts, instead stirring fond memories of the excursion to Tarabon that they'd shared. The dress that Theraeve wore tonight was downright demure in comparison to the skin tight wisp of nearly sheer fabric which Shayella had somehow convinced her to put on along with a matching veil in the interest of blending in. It had worked quite marvelously, though, allowing them to finally surprise the channeler who'd previously evaded them for the better part of a week. She couldn't argue with results.<br><br>They'd seen some spectacular fireworks as well, that much was true, but as she tried to remind herself specifically what they looked like, Theraeve could only recall the way that Shayella's expression had lit up and the infectious sound of her laughter. Those fleeting moments where they got to enjoy themselves were burned into her mind, it was just regrettable how few and far between those memories had to be. Hopefully tonight would be a good chance to make more.<br><br>"Shopping, you say?" Theraeve repeated as she deviated from the center of the road, heading towards a stall which brimmed with jewelry that featured a wide array of precious stones. "New hobby of yours?" she asked with a pinch of sarcasm. A huge, menacing bald man was watching over it like a hawk, no doubt a guard which the jewelry merchant had been wise to invest in. It would have been excessively difficult for one person to keep an eye on everything with the high amount of traffic attracted by the festivities. A parallel could be drawn to Theraeve's own task of watching over the Amyrlin, but thankfully she wasn't alone in that endeavor either.<br><br>Ignoring the guard's looming presence, she leaned her back against the side of the stall and plucked out a gaudy jade encrusted medallion, deftly rolling it back and forth between between her knuckles as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "Anything strike your fancy? My treat, to thank you for taking away the headache," Theraeve offered with a slight smile, flicking the medallion into the air with her thumb so that it landed face-up, right on the little pillow where it had been resting previously. "And then maybe I'll let you talk me into a drink...just one."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 06:04:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theraeve, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Tar Valon Faire<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Shayella’s brows shot up as the Amyrlin paused in the crowed intersection and people flocked toward her, seeming to create a crowd around one of the most powerful women in the world.&nbsp; Flicking a glance at Theraeve, her lips started to curve into a frown before she caught herself.&nbsp; Touching the One Power, she quickly wove air, replicating the effects that Raine had used moments ago but, in this case, it was for her and Theraeve.&nbsp; “Is this safe?”&nbsp; She asked, her inexperience with such things showing through.&nbsp; Though she had no doubt that the escort the Mother had hand selected would do their jobs well, it seemed like a risky option for Raine.&nbsp; <br><br>As her friend and chosen escort seemed content to wander to the stands, Shayella followed, trusting completely in Theraeve’s skill and experience.&nbsp; Much like when she accompanied her on various adventures to catch male channelers, Shayella followed her lead with ease.&nbsp; While it might be a giveaway that they were closer than they appeared, it wasn’t a secret that they had worked together more than once.&nbsp; That fact alone kept Shayella from overt concern.&nbsp; “Every woman needs a hobby.”&nbsp; She replied to the question, flashing a quick smile to the other woman.&nbsp; Stifling a laugh at the choice that Theraeve made with the gaudy piece of jewelry, she let her gaze wander over the offerings.&nbsp; Fighting the urge to wrinkle her nose at the various garish pieces, she pretended to ponder for a moment, not wanting to offend those running the stand.&nbsp; <br><br>“Hmmm… the price for services might be steep.”&nbsp; She mused, careful with her words.&nbsp; “Perhaps too steep.”&nbsp; She added, fighting the grin that wanted to burst through her faked serious expression.&nbsp; “A night out in Tar Valon.”&nbsp; She gestured toward the hubbub that was surrounding Raine and the other escorts.&nbsp; “A less formal occasion…”&nbsp; She mused, her fingers touching her chin, pretending to be thoughtful.&nbsp; “With ale.”&nbsp; Finally, she bobbed her head in a quick, satisfied nod.&nbsp; It seemed like a good fake payment for services that were always free and at Theraeve’s disposal.&nbsp; “And it didn’t even include dress shopping!”&nbsp; This time.<br><br>“I will, however, take you up on that one drink.”&nbsp; She agreed easily, her gaze flicking back to the group surrounding the Amyrlin Seat.&nbsp; It might be exactly what she needed to relax a bit more.&nbsp; Though she gave very little outward sign of it, she was quite nervous about Raine and the growing numbers of people that wished to speak to her or simply be near her.&nbsp; While she wasn’t officially an escort, she still didn’t want anything to happen to the Flame of Tar Valon in her presence.&nbsp; Not only because it would be a terrible mark on her that would last for the rest of time but also because she actually liked the work the once-Blue sister was doing in the Tower.&nbsp; <br><br>Clearing her throat to rid herself of the thoughts and worries, she pointed at another stand that offered refreshments.&nbsp; It was likely prime real estate and even more so with the Amyrlin so close by.&nbsp; Slipping through the crowds with ease, as it was no secret they were Aes Sedai, she approached the stand owner and offered a smile.&nbsp; “We’d both like an ale, please.”&nbsp; She said and waited as he filled two tankards with their order.&nbsp; Gaze flicking over the simple stand, she was impressed with the forethought put into it.&nbsp; A barrel sat next to the basic wooden stand, decorated in bright, festive colors, for the empty tankards.&nbsp; While she had no doubt that they didn’t get them all back, it might help that some people returned them once done.&nbsp; <br><br>“On the house.”&nbsp; The man said, handing them their ale, his gruff voice made less harsh with the inclining of his head in respect to the two of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 02:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/RedFang.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Inari Danvers<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister of the Red Ajah (Black)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Tag:</strong> NPC, Closed<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening | Saven 5 | 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Small home in outskirts of Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Plots and Scheme-hatchery<br><hr>Opening the back door of the old home, Inari inwardly winced at the creak the house made but stepped inside and closed the door behind her.&nbsp; Frowning, she strode down the small hall to the dining room.&nbsp; It was a house she knew well but hated visiting.&nbsp; Older and run down, it was perfect for their purposes but left much to be desired visually.&nbsp; Wooden boards creaked when people moved and the walls had turned a distinct shade of old.&nbsp; Sighing as she rounded the corner, Inari inclined her head to the woman already sitting at the small table.&nbsp; <br><br>“Greetings.”&nbsp; Inari said to the cloaked woman.&nbsp; They both knew one another and knew that they both served the same purpose but Jaelynn preferred, much as most of them did, to remain unknown to the darkfriends they regularly dealt with.&nbsp; As Jaelynn had arranged the meeting, she had been in charge of its location and getting the inhabitants of the house to leave.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sister.”&nbsp; Jaelynn replied sneeringly.&nbsp; It was something of a running joke among themselves.&nbsp; The familial titles of the Tower were such a joke that they couldn’t help themselves. They even called the head of the Black’s Mother.&nbsp; “Please have a seat, we have much to discuss.”&nbsp; <br><br>Settling in one of two available chairs, Inari frowned.&nbsp; “Indeed we do.&nbsp; Progress is being made in getting more of our… friends housed in Tar Valon.&nbsp; As was requested, the boundaries are being respected.&nbsp; None of those we control shall be housed too closely to the Tower and the meddling women.”&nbsp; Getting more darkfriends in Tar Valon was always tricky but subtle, slow maneuvering had allowed them to get a few residences set up for some of their own.&nbsp; “However, there is a problem.”&nbsp; She added, her frown deepening.&nbsp; “We seem to not be alone in our attempts.&nbsp; Others have been spotted in Tar Valon and acting on orders that aren’t from our cluster.&nbsp; Were the orders given to more than just us?”&nbsp; Inside the Tower, it was necessary for the Black Ajah to be unaware of all of its members.&nbsp; If one fell, the others could still be freed to act as necessary.&nbsp; Instead, they only knew the identity of two other members, creating a network that was headed by what Inari thought of as the Dark Mother.<br><br>Jaelynn sighed behind her dark hooded cloak, her face lost to Inari’s eyes.&nbsp; “That I don’t know.&nbsp; There is every possibility that all of us are under orders to bring friends to Tar Valon.&nbsp; In any case, I have sent a request upward for more information.&nbsp; If they are led by our own, then our sisters need to get control over their friends.”&nbsp; Drumming her fingers on the table, Jaelynn shook her head.&nbsp; “We should continue as we have been ordered but be cautious.&nbsp; Our friends are well in line but others in the city have been…foolish.&nbsp; We don’t want them leading to our friends or us.”&nbsp; She paused, “What of Theraeve?”<br><br>Inari’s face twisted in loathing at the name alone.&nbsp; For a time, Inari had hoped to bring the other Red into their ranks.&nbsp; Her anger might have made her a wonderful addition to their numbers but it was not an option anymore.&nbsp; After some investigation, Inari was able to tie the woman to the Amyrlin Seat.&nbsp; Though she had no idea how deep the relationship went as she had stopped investigating the moment she recognized it, knowing that the two got along was enough to remove the possibility of Theraeve joining them.&nbsp; “I’ve not made any progress yet.&nbsp; And believe me, I’ve tried.”&nbsp; Running and hand over her chin, she started thoughtfully at the table.&nbsp; “We could likely smoke her out with the yellow that both visits her and has travelled with her.”&nbsp; She mused, pondering that possibility.&nbsp; Shayella was annoyingly friendly and sweet and it would give Inari much pleasure to hear her screams.<br><br>“No.”&nbsp; Jaelynn said, shaking her head.&nbsp; “Leave the yellow where she is for the time being.&nbsp; She’s unimportant.”&nbsp; Though it went unseen, the woman rolled her eyes, “She has no ties to anyone of import at the Tower.&nbsp; She’s not attached to a Sitter or even anyone higher as far as I have been able to tell.”&nbsp; She paused, “But her death or disappearance would be more trouble than it’s worth for someone so unremarkable.&nbsp; How many of the Gaidin do you think would join in a hunt for the blasted healer?&nbsp; Likely, it wouldn’t just smoke out Theraeve.”&nbsp; She sighed, “If it were someone that could bring us something useful or even give us information, I would risk it but she’s a nothing and it’s not worth risking exposure.”&nbsp; <br><br>Silent for a moment, Inari’s green eyes studied her own hand resting on the table.&nbsp; While it would have been fun to destroy someone so loyal to the Tower, Jaelynn was right.&nbsp; They would need to seek another means of getting to Theraeve.&nbsp; “I will keep at it.&nbsp; That blasted woman can’t escape forever.”&nbsp; She promised though they were technically equals among the Black but Jaelynn had been at it longer.&nbsp; “In the meantime, we’ll continue with the Darkfriends and keep an eye on the Tower.&nbsp; If another opportunity presents itself, I’d be happy to use it to our advantage.”&nbsp; Rising from the table, she inclined her head, “Happy hunting.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 02:08:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/NoviceLight.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:Serain Kaltorin</strong> &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557590#msg11557590)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Novice<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Amyrlin Raine Alvare, others, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Tar Valon, The Faire<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serain had managed to catch the Amyrlin Seat just as the Mother and her party were leaving and she tried to just keep her head down -not literally- and not cause any trouble. If she were in a place like this with her family, she would have loved to look around and explore all the stalls in such a large market place. But...She was at the Tower now. The Saldeaen had different duties now, and she had to concentrate on those now.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The young woman was just as surprised as she had been at her arrival to see all the people who gathered to see and perhaps speak with the Flame of Tar Valon. She shouldn't have been so surprised, as the Amyrlin Seat was such an important person...No, what surprised her was the sheer number of civilians. Back home she had been around men in uniform, and because of the fact she was part of a military she'd had limited&nbsp; contact with the civilian side of the military. There was one, of course- everyone needed food and clothing among other things. She just found it hard to imagine that there could be so <em>many</em> all in one place, like the woman holding out her child over there. <br>&nbsp; She watched, unsure of what was going to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 02:53:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/AmyrlinSeat.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Amyrlin Raine Alvare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557590#msg11557590)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Amyrlin Seat<br><strong>Bondmate</strong>: n/a<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Serain, Rhoven<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Fair -&gt; Orphanage to watch the Fireworks.<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>This being a trip about business, Raine was focused on greeting people. She took the time to approach a few faces that she knew well and gauged their reactions to her presence. This was all done with the most cool and serene of Aes Sedai expressions, she was both gracious and reserved in the company of all the others. When a small boisterous man came squawking along, beginning to rant about some division of commercial wares among harbors or some such Raine simply silenced him with a glance then politely greeted him. "The good Mayor, I'm sure will be prepared to discuss these things with you at your next council meeting" she said to him with a very slight nod of her head. As if her will alone was enough, he seemed to agree. The small man's head bobbed up and down in agreement. "Yes, fair Amyrlin. Always a pleasure to have you. Yes indeed. Enjoy the fair." He prattled on as he back away from the moving group from the White Tower.<br><br>The next stop along the route that Raine would make would be a large old warehouse originally built stone by stone by the Ogier. It's arches were all ornately carved and the garden surrounding it was lush and full of vegetation, including a large vegetable garden. Inside the building though it had been turned into the largest orphanage in Tar Valon. This was the jewel in Raine's collection of Orphanages. She supported many of them but this was the largest. Every child here was well cared for with a large staff, many of whom worked at both the White Tower and here - splitting shifts sometimes. She even sent Aes Sedai here from time to time to assist with the students studies, particularly in regards to history. Although from time to time she also sent Aes Sedai here as a punishment if they needed to be reminded of how precious and delicate life can be. It was hard even for an Aes Sedai to maintain her outwardly calm facade when faced with the affections of a child's grateful warm hug.<br><br>She spoke in general to the White Tower group but made it loud enough for passersby to hear. She was watching and hoping that the guards with her were watching as well. She wanted to see how people nearby were reacting. Perhaps she was just being paranoid but she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching.<br><br>"I'll be staying here for the Fireworks for those of you wishing to join us. The rest are free to go as they please. I want to join the children on the tall building's roof to watch. I had thought about joining the mayor but I've decided here is a better vantage point." Which all of it was true, though she had selectively left out a few points. Like the fact that she just preferred to be with the children instead of the old farts from the Tar Valon Town council and she could see more of the crowd from here."<br><br>"Serain," she called. "Please run to the next lane where I'm sure the politico will be congregating before they head off to watch the light show. Tell them what I am doing and send along my regards. You are free to do as you please after that. I relieve you for the evening. Rejoin us if you wish or go find your friends. I'm sure they are out there enjoying the Fair."<br><br>Raine motioned for Rhoven, "Follow her, if no one is following her after she's delivered her message to the Town Council you may return. If you suspect she's being followed, don't let her out of your sight and don't let her know you're following her until after she has delivered that message."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 09:59:17</strong>
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				<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> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>She couldn't help it, she knew he'd feel it, but she shuddered when he mentioned going South. In all honesty she preferred the people of the North, the Borderlanders in particular. Not only did they treat an Aes Sedai with respect still there (as opposed to some places where she might otherwise be met with subtle insults if not outright hostility) but they offered her a chance to fight against the Shadow. She didn't know if she'd live until the Final Battle, but she accounted every trolloc she helped to kill, every DarkFriend she hunted down, as one that someone else wouldn't have to face on that fateful day. Even if she wasn't there at the time, perhaps her meager efforts now would make a difference then.<br><br>She could do nothing with such meaning in the South!<br><br>"I think we'll stick to going North unless the Amerylin has some errand she needs to send us on," she stated with a small nod of her head and a tone that made it clear little short of such a request from the Amerylin herself was going to get her to journey Southward from the city.<br><br><em>"Almost,</em> an artform," she corrected with a teasing grin on her lips. She liked it on the very rare occassions when he (and she) unwound enough around each other to actually tease. Oh he was still gruff and his humor often left something to be desired, but then so did her own often. Even for a Green she could be a bit scandalous in what she found amusing so his gallows humor actually made her lips quirk just a bit, though she didn't quite crack a smile. It wouldn't do let him see too deeply past the chinks in her emotional armor after all! He already lived inside her head when she wasn't shielding her emotions from him, no need to give him more room than that.<br><br>What else she might have said, or thought, flew from her mind however as he made a slight stumble and to correct it was forced to draw her in close against his body. Looking up to meet his gaze she let a smile of an entirely different sort flow over her features as warmth spread under her skin. From this close she could feel the easy strength of him, honed from years wielding and fighting battles, as well as being suddenly, acutely, aware of the warmth and calluses of the hands holding her. Without a word he got a blush as her own thoughts traveled down the lane of memory and the almost faced mark at the back of her neck, hidden under her hair, seemed to pulse under her skin, a reminder of just what he could bring her to behind closed doors. Despite the blush, however, she didn't look away but held his gaze, bold and uncaring that the others around them could see the desire written across her features. <br><br>"So, now that we've established you <em>can</em> keep up on the dance floor, should you choose, are you truly going to leave me to the ravages of some unknown partner who might squash my toes or misstep so badly as to spill to the ground itself?" she asked, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes that didn't necessarily bode well no matter what his answer!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 23:17:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Avalyn Amasera<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Green Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Warner Du'Baru<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Warner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> In the streets, on the way to the festivities<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"I certainly hope that your father is wrong, most of the time. I don't like the idea of always disagreeing with you." Avalyn said, though her mood had not changed. She was so happy, and&nbsp; that would flow freely through the bond, but on the outside she looked mildly pleased. There was something betraying her true emotions though, even without the bond Warner would be the most likely to notice. Her eyes shone with happiness.<br><br>"I'm not fond of gooey apple, but if you are then by all means." Avalyn answered with a motion of her hand toward the turnovers. She longed to find herself alone with him, and yet she did not want to leave the faire.&nbsp; Faires very rarely stopped in her small village and she had yet to see more of the Illuminator's work than a lonely flower brightening the sky to call for attention.&nbsp; She had every reasons to be excited today, and to celebrate; her new bond was a thick layer of sweet icing on top of a spicy cake.<br><br>Avalyn took a bite of the offered cake, her free hand going to the man's waist for balance. A soft appreciative sound came from her closed lips as she savored the warm cake. Delight was plain to see on her face even if the cake was so fresh that it stuck to the roof of her mouth.&nbsp; She took a second to swallow before speaking. "It's so good. Have a bite!" She encouraged him, having no issue if he ate from the same piece than she had. Something caught her ear and she made a soft "oooh" sound that was drowned into the surrounding sound.<br><br>"A juggler's competition and a gleeman at the Blue Cat! We have to go!" Suddenly, Avalyn felt that all those years that she had spent working as a novice, years where normal girls her age get to spent a lot less on chores and were allowed more freedom, were catching up on her now. She wanted to behave like a teenager, but couldn't. She had standards to uphold and running hand in hand with a grown man, giggling was not living up to those standards.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 00:02:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kimika Togita<br><strong>Position:</strong> Mistress of Novices, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open, Amyrlin Raine.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> With the Amyrlin's group<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">If anyone tried to know what the two women were talking about, it would be next to impossible. Kimika had been Aes Sedai more years than most people in the group had lived; she had the appearance of serenity down to a flaw if need be. She trusted the Amyrlin's weave, as the woman had much to lose if whatever they said was heard by the wrong ears.<br><br>"The Red… I have my reasons to believe that of all the Ajahs they are the most likely to be one of… them. With each men that they gentle, it's one more risk that they gentled the Dragon reborn." Kimika said under her breath more to herself than for the Amyrlin's ears. Kimika disagreed with the red's principle, thinking that more energy should be spent trying to cleanse the taint and&nbsp; sided more with the green to aim to prepare for the last Battle.<br><br>"With the Blue, the Yellow, no doubt the Green, you wouldn't need the Red."&nbsp; Whites weren't really weighing heavily in the balance, being the smallest of Ajah. Brown would have little care for rooting out darkfriends unless they had some rare books, or stolen some books from the archives. Grays… Kimika liked to believe that the grays would side with the Light, but she knew that every single woman in the tower could go either way; none of them above reproach.<br><br>"I know one Green, one that I've seen more often than not in the infirmary for small duelling injuries and whom I've raised to the shawl… Her loyalty to the Light and to you makes no doubt. Mother, and as far as I know she is not bonded yet. She's a good soldier." And she suspected that Avalyn would happen soon, though. "I know to be careful. I've always been careful, even within the shining walls. The dark is like a worm to a perfect apple… You be careful also, Mother." Kimika replied and her tone was sincere, warmth seeping into her features enough to be seen.<br><br>Kimika acknowledged the woman with the baby. She stopped walking, allowing the Amyrlin to continue on with her&nbsp; escort. After giving the child the blessing of the Light and complimenting the mother on the cuteness of the baby boy and encouraged the woman to give the boy everything that he needed to face life. Kimika had always wanted children of her own, but Aes Sedai seldom wed, never mind giving birth.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 17:16:21</strong>
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				<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, Master 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>He understood. The southern nations were places that the old warder would be happy avoid. They were a place filled with sour memories where nobles thought more of themselves or their pockets then their people. Also, they generally frowned to punches in the face when discovered in a lie. That was a lesson that Kal had learned firsthand. It was only through direct intervention by Elaine that they had been able to walk away without further bloodshed. Something about honor and duels, not a single one of the lordlings realizing that the man that stood before them had a heron marked blade collecting dust in his trunk back at home. He would win, but then the duels would continue until their honor was wither satisfied or if they were all dead. Cooler heads prevailed, as Kal would have more than happy to end that particular bloodline.<br><br>“That might be for the best, I am rather sure that a few nobles families of Tear still remember my name and face to make such trips…problematic.” He shrugged, a slow smile spreading his lips as seemed completely unrepentant when it came to those problems. There were times that any authority figure needed to be reminded that they could still experience pain. It did not matter what orders that they received. The Master of Arms first and primary duty was to protect his Aes Sedai, and damn whomever had handed them orders. There were some warders that forgot that fact, that they were beholden to the power of the tower. It was controversial but he found little ways to make sure that each and every student that he worked with understood the value of defiance.<br><br>His hand slid from hers as he brought it up to his chest in a mock wound, “M’lady, you not only wound me but completely ruin my retirement plans. I was relying on it being an art to keep me fed in my greying years.” Years that he knew he would never see. Kal was destined to die in battle and the day he could not lift a sword was the day he walked into the Blight to spit into the shadow’s eye personally. The smiles and teases faded as the small distance between them rapidly closed. That smile suggested at possibilities that he had not planned on. Their little dalliances were passion fueled outlets, ones that he could have sworn she viewed as mistakes but that little smile suggested otherwise. The warmth that pressed against them followed by the blush that he had been seeking from the very beginning spoke volumes.<br><br>So distracted by that look he did not even realize that he had become victorious. He had broken through the calm and control and made her blush and all it took was a touch. Their eyes refused to break as the heat intensified. Fingers pressed tighter into her back, illustrating the strength that she had only caught glimpses of before. Moira might not have been from his homeland but her time there had changed her. She would fit right in, he just needed to teach her a bit more about the sword so that if they journeyed their on harvest time that the green could defend his honor for once. He knew he should let her go, to put that distance back between them, that soon the whispers would start but Kal refused to care. The Master of Arms took a slow breath, the scent of her hair and skin so close that he could almost taste it.<br><br>He took that first step back, showed the mountain of control that he possessed but the distance that he held them now was closer than it was before. “Ravages?” His head tilted as though he could properly demonstrate that word but he let it go, for now. “Why, Moira, if I did not know better it sounds like you seek my protection on the dance floor.” They both knew what the answer was going to be, but now that he could have the excuse of protecting her it made it easier for him to accept. “If only to keep you safe, Aes Sedai.” He gave a gentle laugh, the use of her title for once not meant as an insult.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 19:52:00</strong>
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				<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> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>She couldn't help but to wonder just what exactly, he'd done to the noble families in Tear that would be so problematic and would admit (if only to herself) that the more perverse side of her nature suddenly felt the impulse to plan a trip to Tear just to see what would happen! She wouldn't plan any such thing, of course, but it was amusing to contemplate. The catch, as always, that planning such a trip would mean she'd have to go South...and she really hated going South! So it would remain nothing more than an amusing thought...but it was a <em>really</em> amusing thought that made her grin impishly up at the man she was dancing with, though she didn't say a word but left him to ponder out on his own what she might be thinking.<br><br>It would be good practice for him.<br><br>"Retirement? Now you're playing games Kal. You and I both know it's unlikely either of us will make it to what anyone would consider old age. We're too brash, too bold, and both entirely too keen on seeking out battles. If I die an old woman, warm in my bed, I will be sorely disappointed in myself!" she exclaimed and while she meant every word she still followed the declaration with a laugh. She considered humor in the face of her own death (something she'd accepted long ago) as another way to spit in the eye of the Dark One. She didn't fear death and the thought of it held no power over her. <br><br>Letting the subject go, she focused entirely on the man with her, on his hand tightening at her waist, the surge of strength she could feel in that sure grip as their bodies moved fluidly together. Moira felt eyes on them from the crowd but she didn't care. Let them talk. It wasn't like a Sister of the Green Ajah flirting outrageously with her Warder was an entirely uncommon sight...only that the pairing was them would be truly new and that there were some rumors in the city about how he'd returned a year ago might be remarked upon but she doubted the small speculations that might flow from people's lips would last long. They rarely did. <br><br>"Of course ravages! I once actually had a partner step so hard on my feet he actually broke one of my toes!" she admitted with a low chuckle filling her throat with the memory. It had been an accident but she'd been wary in her dancing partners ever since! She might have added more but his own laugh rolled over her and she had to blink in surprise. It was soft but it was honest. Honest amusement without a hint of sarcasm and she liked the sound of it. It warmed her in ways that had nothing to do with desire but more with the fact that, when he let his guard down, she actually did <em>like</em> the man she was dancing with and hearing that soft laugh made her smile up into his face.<br><br>"Well then, I look forward to your protection Warder," she murmured, letting the innuendo roll between them but without making it sound suggestive in the least, just a simple statement that could mean more. <br><br>She wondered if he realized just how many dances he'd now agreed to, or what he would think when it occurred to him...but she didn't ask, not yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 21:17:39</strong>
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				<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> Shayella, Raine<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> The City Fair<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>Even before it had been voiced, Theraeve had picked up on Shayella's concern for the Amyrlin, having been on the receiving end of it many times herself. Behind the rather formal and temperate image that the Yellow Sister projected most of the time, Theraeve knew her to be one of, if not <em>the</em> most compassionate individual that she'd ever known, so those feelings came as no surprise to her. The two of them shared the same penchant for empathy, which must have been one of the factors that brought them together in the first place and kept their friendship strong, though the path she'd chosen for herself left very little leeway for such sentiments.<br><br>When split-second calls and decisive actions needed to be taken, Theraeve couldn't afford to have her judgment clouded or her instincts dulled, so she'd learned to steel herself and suppress anything that wasn't essential for carrying out her duties. On some level of her subconsciousness, she was vaguely aware that it wasn't something which she'd be able to keep up in the long run, but distractions came more easily than solutions. Still, sometimes Theraeve couldn't help but wonder - especially when she was in Shayella's company - if she hadn't made a huge mistake when selecting her shawl. That pit of uncertainty and regret was perhaps her greatest fear, one that she could only hope to avoid facing by continuously moving forward so that she didn't get snared and swallowed in by it.<br><br>"<em>Nowhere</em> is safe," Theraeve finally addressed her friend's question after giving it some thought, her eyes momentarily gaining a sharper edge. That was something she'd been aware of for a long time, though never as much as right now, since Raine had opened her eyes to the danger present even in Tar Valon, right under their noses. Part of her wanted to share everything that she knew with Shayella while the other part argued that her friend would be safer being kept out of it altogether. Either way, it wasn't Theraeve's decision to make, and she would never divulge any of the privileged information shared with her by the Amyrlin, not even to her closest friend.<br><br>"But nothing's going to happen on our watch," she added with resolve and a hint of optimism as the man behind the stall filled two tankards with ale. Grabbing both tankards, Theraeve nodded appreciatively in the man's direction before handing one over to Shayella and raising her own so they could clink them together in a toast. "See, this is why I bring you along," she teased about the free drinks, the corners of her lips briefly pulling upward into a playful smile before she took a hearty swig from her ale. It was quite refreshing and rich, the blend having a good balance of bitter flavoring and fruity sweetness, not bad at all considering they were in the middle of the street and not in some famous inn or tavern. <br><br>As they drank, Theraeve subtly kept an eye on the Novice who's just reappeared, the same very same tall one with red hair that she'd seen leaving the Amyrlin's office earlier. She didn't like the idea of a Novice roaming the streets on her own, not after the plot that she and Rhoven had so recently uncovered. She highly doubted that Raine would be okay with that either, so it didn't come as a surprise when Rhoven was sent to shadow the girl, though it was a small relief nonetheless.<br><br>On the other hand, it meant less resources devoted to protecting the Amyrlin herself, so Theraeve made sure not to let her vigilance drop whatsoever. Other than the single tankard of ale, the heavier drinking would be left for the night out in the near future which Shayella had apparently managed to swindle her into, not that she minded. "Let's keep the Mother company for the fireworks?" The suggestion was made as they were finishing up their drinks, so they could leave their empty tankards in the barrel before rejoining Raine.<br><br>When the Amyrlin was ready, Theraeve would help clear a path through the crowd and lead what remained of the group through the building which their raven-haired leader had pointed out, all the way up to the roof. As for the children, she wasn't particularly adept at dealing with them...so hopefully they wouldn't be too annoying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 23:18:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theraeve, Raine, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Tar Valon Faire<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>Shayella paused at Therave’s answer to her quick question and she studied the face of her friend.&nbsp; While there was little surprise at the answer, the emphasis on <em>nowhere</em> hadn’t been missed.&nbsp; Though she didn’t often display it outwardly, Shayella had been born and raised around Daes Dae’mar and had taken those lessons unto herself.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed slightly and briefly and then she shook her head, her smile returning.&nbsp; While they were good friends and shared a great deal with one another, they both had secrets that couldn’t and <em>shouldn’t</em> be shared.&nbsp; Even still, Shayella trusted her friend completely and knew that whatever was being kept was done so for a reason.<br><br>Her smile grew into a grin at the reassurance and she bobbed her head in a nod of agreement.&nbsp; “I have every faith in your abilities.”&nbsp; She said, utterly certain of Theraeve’s skill.&nbsp; Though they had travelled together and Shayella had witnessed it first-hand, her belief in Theraeve ran even deeper than that.&nbsp; Perhaps a bit naïve but Shayella believed that her friend would always prevail and, at the same time, always worried for her when she went out on her dangerous missions.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were times Theraeve was not as careful with herself as Shayella would like.&nbsp; <br><br>Laughing at the comment, Shayella clinked her tankard gently against Theraeve’s and took a delicate sip, treating the ale as though it were a fine wine.&nbsp; Blinking in surprise at the taste, her eyes flicked to the inside of the tankard and her brows rose.&nbsp; “This is pretty good!”&nbsp; She complimented, a rare thing for her over ale.&nbsp; Normally, she preferred finer wines but couldn’t complain about the free, tasty drink she was enjoying.&nbsp; <br><br>Catching the departure of Rhoven out of the corner of her eyes, she turned her attention back to the Amyrlin.&nbsp; “Yes, that would be wonderful.”&nbsp; She agreed quickly to rejoining Raine for the fireworks and, of course, being closer now that another of her escort was occupied.&nbsp; Following Theraeve through the crowd, Shayella returned to her natural expression, her typical warm smile but, unlike normal times, it didn’t meet her blue eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>The escort surrounding the Amyrlin seemed to be thinned even further without the Mistress of Novices and Rhoven present, a lack that was even more evident to her with the crowd of people that seemed to want the Amyrlin’s attention.&nbsp; The closer they got to the Flame of Tar Valon, the more concerned Shayella became.&nbsp; She was almost excited about the firework display being observed with children as that would, hopefully, be slightly safer for Raine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 04:45:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Rhoven Bryce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11565549#msg11565549)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar<br><strong>Bonded To:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Raine, Serain<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Tar Valon Faire<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>The streets were getting busier as the party moved through the faire grounds, and Rhoven was growing a little more irritable with all of the people trying to approach the Amyrlin. It kept him busy, at least, assessing everyone he saw, though he certainly wasn't going to make any friends glowering at everyone around him. Probably good that he wasn't there for such frivolities in the first place. The Mayor, at least, he recognized, and only gave a cursory glance as he hurried past to ramble at the Amyrlin about something probably inconsequential. It was difficult to tell which of the two actually ran the city. He couldn't picture the man doing anything without the approval of the Amyrlin, beyond minor day to day matters. Then again, the Amyrlin was... Well, herself. Perhaps she micro-managed all of that as well. Still, the evening was going well so far, nobody had tried to kill anyone. When the Amyrlin motioned him over, he retreated to her side, only to frown at her instructions. He wouldn't outright disobey her, of course, but...<br><br>He cast a long look about the crowd. They were in the thick of it now, and he didn't want to leave her unprotected. Well, less protected anyway. He shot a look after Serain, and grimaced. He didn't want to leave the Novice unprotected either, but sometimes, you had to make hard choices. If the choice was between protecting the Amyrlin or protecting a Novice, he knew what he'd choose. Sadly, the decision was made for him, and he bowed his head respectfully.<br><br>"I understand, Mother. Please be cautious until I return." He requested. Theraeve was still there, as well as Shayella, but as he had thought before, he would have been happier with a dozen Warders present. Blasted Reds, refusing to bond men. Why couldn't some Green Sisters have come with an army between them?<br><br>Reluctantly, he departed. For someone so intimidating, and carrying such obvious distinguishing features, it was miraculous how easily he faded in to the crowd and simply vanished. Keeping his gaze on the Novice, he followed her at a distance, keeping out of sight and not drawing attention to himself. Hopefully, the girl wouldn't tarry so they could return to escort duty as quickly as possible.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>06-09-2015, 00:37:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Aelrin Delenos<br><strong>Position:</strong> Master of Archery<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kimika<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> The Faire, Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>The group that had come with the Amyrlin was surprisingly vast, as he was realizing, but he could still keep a vague eye on them all. The Red and the Yellow Sisters were busy conversing whilst the other Warder paid deeper attention to the crowd. Rhoven Bryce was perhaps the most observant of the small group of Valdar but he had every reason to. Given the man's particular past with his own previous bondmate he was sure to be more cautious than anyone else would ever be. Aelrin himself saw no one in the crowd that stood out remarkably nor one who seemed to be acting altogether too normal. <br><br>Still he found that the call of the festivities was proving too strong. He was not the type who wanted to spend his day watching over the Amyrlin. As honorable as the task was he had no reason to believe someone would strike so obviously in the den of the Aes Sedai. It would make a statement if they succeeded but the problem was that he and his contacts in and around the city had no leads and the Sisters had an even wider network of contacts than he did. Still, he had prepared for his own exit from the group far ahead of time.<br><br>Another Warder, one of his better students, ran up to him. The young man nodded as he approached with his own bow over his shoulder. Aelrin patted him on the shoulder and looked up. He could see, in the distance, one or two of the men he had stationed on various rooftops to watch over everything. They were all either trained by him or someone he had trust in to watch. All of them were, to his knowledge, dedicated to seeing the Aes Sedai stay alive. Some for bonding reasons and others for the money that was to be found in working for them or their warders on occasion.<br><br>Once he had his guard come to replace him he approached the Mistress of Novices who had just stopped to bless a child. He nodded to the mother but focused his attention on the Mistress.<br><br>"Kimika Sedai I believe you had some competition you wished me to accompany you to," he said "my understudy has come to replace me on the guard so I have ample time to join you now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>06-09-2015, 18:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/AmyrlinSeat.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Amyrlin Raine Alvare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557590#msg11557590)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Amyrlin Seat<br><strong>Bondmate</strong>: n/a<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Theraeve, Shayella, (Serain and Rhoven off elsewhere for the moment)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Fair -&gt; Orphanage to watch the Fireworks.<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>It amused Raine watching Theraeve try to part a path through the children at the same time, she was inviting them to come forward for an embrace. For every child that Theraeve would manage to part the way through, Raine would gesture with her hand for them to come around the Red Sister and embrace her. By the time they got to the stair well she was holding hands with a half dozen of them and others sneaking up from behind to hug her about the waist and plant their adorable little faces against her back side in a hug from behind. The women from the tower nor any else knew that she often snuck out here to visit with the Orphanage and bring gifts for the children, to them she was a gentle motherly figure and not the stern absolute ruler of The White Tower. She turned her head and pressed her fingers to her lips to hush the children as some of them started to ask if she brought anything with her. Raine looked back at Shayella who was no doubt following along behind and she gave her a knowing wink. Such an unusual gesture to be seen on the face of the Amyrlin, her mouth held an undeniable warm smile even.<br><br>Eventually the group would end up on the flat roof of the building, it's edges lined with intricately latticed wrought stone work walls. Raine walked to the edge of it and stood with a group of a dozen or more children gathered to one side of her. She had ushered them off to one side so the Aes Sedai with her could stand on her right... Gesturing for Theraeve to stand closer. After a few moments even more children would all gather on the roof, the whole orphanage coming up to watch the fireworks with staff members and all. The the staff kept a far distance, they watched the stairs and corners of the stone walls it's more then possible that Shayella would recognize some of the faces, a few former warders in training, and a couple failed novices as well as two full sisters. Raine had managed to acknowledge most of their presences and an observant eye could determine that every one of them was hand picked by herself. Raine finally spoke up com confirming any suspicions they might have.<br><br>She spoke to Theraeve but loud enough for Shayella to engage, "Over the years we've had a few very dedicated young novices not strong enough to be raised to the Shawl. If their temperaments, background, and loyalty was strong enough I sent them out to my many orphanages around the known world." She stopped smile at the women, knowing that she was confiding a secret to them both. "The idea was put before me by a young trainee, he had requested to leave the tower to marry a young woman from the far off community of Whitebridge in Andor. His thoughts intrigued me. He said that he was a loyal Tower man but his heart was with his lady friend. It was his proposal to be my eyes and ears in this far off remote location. I agreed and added to it that I would send out young Sisters to him to help from time to time. They would go out under the guise of school teachers for the orphanage that his lady friend owned. They would go there volunteer for a time, send word back and forth to us then leave again to be replaced by others. It worked so well I started to do it all over.... If you are wondering why I am telling you this, it's because I want you to know that if you are ever far from us and require assistance, this is a place where you may find a way to contact us in the Tower. Or specifically me. It's my strongest and deepest network outside of the ones the Blue Sisters have built for us." Raine nodded very slightly, casually stroking the hair of a young girl that was leaning her head against her hip.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>08-09-2015, 16:53:41</strong>
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				<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, Master 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>“Good.” He interpreted the smile, no matter how impish it might appear as silent assent. “Because I am not exactly welcomed in Arad Doman as well but it is for an entirely different reason.” It was common knowledge that the women in Arad Doman were well versed in the art of seduction. What was less talked about was their skills in negotiation. Woe to the man that walked away with the shirt still on his back when encountering a woman that had mastered them both. The good news was, he had walked away with not only his shirt, but hers as well. Victory, even if it was short lived. Something about his negotiation tactics being unfair but it was not his fault that she failed to take into account that steel can easily cut silk.<br><br>There was a flash of a smile as she seemed to pluck the thoughts right out of his mind, “If we are going to go out, make sure it’s in style?” It was something that the Master of Arms often thought about, with the death of Elaine he had wanted to die but he had found himself far too proud to just wither away. He needed to fight, needed to sell his life dearly and that caused him to fail. It caused him to live. “It might be warm and in a bed for you but just imagine me with a wide brimmed hat, carving some light forsaken piece of wood while the ice peppers come in.” There was no time to let her picture it as the moment he said the words he brought her into a twirl before bringing her back to the same distance they had fallen into. Something about having her close like this worked, and he would be damned to let it go just yet.<br><br>“How barbaric!” That was the point where he realized that she had done it again. Not only had she tricked him into more than his fair share of dances but had honestly made him enjoy it at the same time. Evil Witch. It was supposed to have been a few dances then he would retire to the side lines scowling at any man that would come near here with a hand on his sword. They would eventually not wish risking his anger and they would be able to return back to the tower before the evening was even over and now. Now he was stuck dancing with a beautiful woman that had every intention to press herself to him at every opportunity.<br><br>Scandalous.<br><br>He enjoyed every second of it.<br><br><hr><br>The bond had been designed to provide the needed strength and stamina to fight for hours, not dance the night away. However, it was good at doing both. They danced more that night then he ever had his entire life and by the end of the affair he had been able to infuse the deadly grace of his art to the movements. Kal could also never say he didn’t dance after this, the secret was out now. This would be a thing that she could drag him to and no amount of complaining or venomous looks would stop it. If only he had not enjoyed the bloody thing or if she had not been in the back of his head knowing he was enjoying it that he could have gotten away with both. Infernal women.<br><br>He was leading them away from the center of the city. People were gathering to watch the fireworks already getting up close wanting to feel them in their chest as they explode but then the full glory of it was lost. Instead, he had brought her to a small little park, a clearing on a hill with a few trees. It provided shade in the evenings and was one of the places he often retreated too when he needed a moment to himself but still be close enough to the tower to respond to an emergency. It was not until after they were almost there that he had unwittingly showed her another aspect of himself, the bond causing the growing warmth to dull and harden as he tried to fall back into his usual dour demeanor.<br><br>Walking up to the tree he lowered himself and cupped his hands, “Here let me boost you up, about two branches up is someplace we can sit and be comfortable.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>11-09-2015, 14:30:14</strong>
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				<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> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>She admitted, she didn't really care if he was unwelcome in most of the countries surrounding Tar Valon. So long as he was welcome in the Borderlands (and any man who could wield a sword as well as he could would be!) she was content. When she left Tar Valon, it was the border she headed for. Elaine used to tease her that she could almost be a Blue with her single minded need to go North and fight the Shadow head on...if it weren't for the fact that her crusade was to drive herself into Battle over and over again, that made her uniquely suited to the Green Ajah. It had been a running joke between them since they were girls. Pushing such thoughts aside she cast Kal a warm smile and let the conversation drop entirely as he suddenly spun her in a light twirl that left her nearly breathless with laughter and just dizzy enough that she had to cling to him to keep from stumbling!<br><br>She nearly felt it when the realization that he'd agreed to dance long than he meant to hit him and she had to grin up at him when he did. She wouldn't apologize for it, he hadn't had to offer to protect her from partners who didn't know their right foot from their left! In fact she was surprised he'd allowed himself to make such and offer in the first place but they both knew (he couldn't hide it from her with their Bond) that even grump that he was, he was enjoying himself...and so was she. She didn't try to hide her amusement or her pleasure from him as they turned and twirled, complementing each other very well on the floor. <br><br>As the night wore on more music played, some songs faster, some slower, but in all of them she never changed partners. While couple around them formed, broke apart, and reformed, trading partners with almost every dance, she remained in Kal's arms. A few men actually plucked up the courage to ask to step in but a glare from Kal, and a gentle shake of her head, were enough to chase any would be interrupters off and word quickly spread that the Aes Sedai had chosen her partner for the evening. What word would say of him in particular she neither knew, nor did she care. What she cared about was the decreasing space between their bodies and the rush of warmth that flowed through her when a slow song gave her the perfect excuse to twine her arms around his neck and let him hold her pressed in firmly against him. It was growing dark by then, and with only the light of torches to light the floor she was half tempted to do something scandalous, but decided she had shocked his fine sensibilities enough for one evening.<br><br>He'd danced, and enjoyed it, she wouldn't push her luck further.<br><br>At last even <em>her</em> stamina gave out and it was time to leave the floor, time to search out a good perch to watch the fireworks show that the Illuminator's would put on for them. Allowing Kal to lead the way she was surprised to be led toward the edge of the city. The further from the center they went, the dimmer it grew, torches becoming less frequent as they moved away from the fair and she couldn't help but to wonder if Kal had some scandalous plan of his own. What she hadn't expected was for him to stop beside a large, old, tree and offer to boost her into it's branches!<br><br>Letting him see the surprise on her face, obvious even in the dim light surrounding them, she laughed softly before placing one booted foot into his hands. Normally she wouldn't need a boost to climb a tree but her shoes weren't the most practical for the job and, in truth, she was simply favorably inclined toward him that night and so she took the help he offered when she might not have otherwise. Counting on the dark to guard her modesty (though he might argue about just how much of that she had!) she let him boost her up, her skirts swirling around her legs as her hands gripped the nearest branch and she pulled herself up with the strength of her arms. Once her feet were secured beneath her she glanced down and flashed a smirk at her Warder before, carefully, climbing up and finding the crook of a thick branch against the trunk of the tree to settle in. The tree was old enough that it's lower branches were wide enough to make excellent seats and through the branches they'd have an excellent view of the sky and the fireworks to come.<br><br>"Not a choice I would have expected, but a wonderful idea all the same. I'll have to remember this spot and come to see it in the daylight. Is it as peaceful during the day as it is at night?" she asked, genuinely curious about what drew him to this place while waiting for him to make his own way up into the tree.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>13-09-2015, 08:06:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kimika Togita<br><strong>Position:</strong> Mistress of Novices, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open, Aelrin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Falling back, away from the group<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Kimika delved the child, checking for its good health. The mother looked a bit thin, and so did the child. They were from Caemlyn, traveling with a merchant that used her mending skills.&nbsp; It was obvious to Kimika that if the merchant made any money from her skill, he kept the bulk of it for himself. After a quick chat with the woman, she gave the swaddled infant back to its mother and slipped a Tar Valon gold mark into the woman's hand. Building eyes and ears network was not her task, it wasn't even something that she was interested in, but a contact in the merchant area of Caemlyn could have some potential. Besides, sometimes people did not pay mind to servants as much as they should.<br><br>She was just done exchanging information with the woman, who was even more impressed that she was talking to the Mistress of Novice, when she heard a man's voice saying her name. After a last warm smile to the mother, she turned her attention toward the man. While her smile changed in nature, from warm and motherly to polite and friendly, Kimika's manners did not. With a last glance at the mother, she said "Peace Favors you, child." And given that Kimika was nearing 90 years old, calling the woman child was more than just an Aes Sedai's habit.<br><br>"Of course, Master Delenos." With a small gesture of her hand, she invited the man to follow her. Their path would have them follow the Amyrlin's party for a few more minutes before they would turn into the Square where Aelrin would be allowed to perform and show off his skills. Who knows, he might catch the eye of an Aes Sedai then; the man seemed to be warder material, just not for her. "There is an archery competition in Elisare Tishar square. I thought you might want to join in and see how you rank among the people who think they're the best." There was something of a tease in her word, a gentle goading to his competitive side, if he had one.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>13-09-2015, 19:43:13</strong>
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				<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> Shayella, Raine<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> The City Fair, orphanage rooftop<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>Dealing with children always felt pretty awkward for Theraeve. It wasn't even that she disliked them at all, she just wasn't too sure how to handle them, nor did she really feel like a good influence for them to be around. She wasn't like Raine or Shayella, she didn't have that same luminous aura around herself like they did. It hadn't always been that way, but it was as if parts of her had eroded away under the tides of time and the experiences that they brought. Dwelling on it was just depressing, though, so she tried not to if it could be avoided.<br><br>Regardless, she was able to lead the small group up to the roof from where they could get a good view of the skies, and she took her place at the Amyrlin's righthand side after being beckoned over. With a quick glance to Shayella, Theraeve wordlessly invited her friend to join, hoping that they might enjoy the incoming fireworks together. Meanwhile, she listened to the words that Raine had for her, turning her head to look at the beautiful and almost regal woman as she spoke. <br><br>She wasn't sure at first where Raine was going with the talk about former Novices and Trainees, and about the orphanage, but she knew the Amyrlin well enough by now to trust that there was a point or purpose to it all. When it was all explained, once again Theraeve was impressed with Raine's resourcefulness and vision. Taking former inhabitants of the Tower that everyone else deemed as failures that were of no use, and instead finding an ingenious way to give them a new purpose. Not only was it a noble cause to be providing food and shelter for the unfortunate children that found themselves orphaned, but it even doubled as an information and support system that the Aes Sedai could utilize. It made Theraeve wish that Raine was older and that she could have been Amyrlin for far longer already...and of course fanned her dedication towards protecting the woman even further.<br><br>"I will keep that in mind, Mother, thank you for sharing," Theraeve replied evenly. "Hopefully we can avoid dragging them into anything..." She briefly glanced down at the little girl who's hair Raine was stroking. "Though I fear it may come to that before this is over," she added more grimly, right as the first few colorful explosions appeared in the skies above, accompanied by a few loud, crackling bangs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>17-09-2015, 20:40:20</strong>
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				<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, Master 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>A smile worked it way on the old warder’s face. There was no better place in the city to watch the night sky then here. Torchlight was rare, it was high enough that it got above the fire smoke from the various inns and taverns and above all it was quiet. That was what he had liked the most about this place, that even in the middle of the day few even bothered to come out to this little clearing. Children would show, using the field for various games but they often become pleasant distractions. No person could be a pain in the ass all the time, even he needed a moment to recharge and now she knew one of his secrets. He was going to have to find a new one, but for not he could just enjoy the night. No reason to ruin it with the sour thoughts, live in the moment just this once.<br><br>She stepped into his hands and with a quick boost sent her sailing up into the tree. If it had been anyone else he would have needed to support her, to make sure there was a proper handhold but he knew Moira well enough by now. A flourish of silk, a flash of leg and then she was gone. It would easy for her to find her way up and when there was no crash, scream, or squeak he figured it would be safe to follow. He nodded as she smiled down clearly able to see the branch that he had in mind without further direction. Kal jumped, hand grabbing a low branch, feet bracing on the trunk and flipping effortless into the branches. The majority of the day he often spent hiding his skill, letting those thing that he was a washed up swordsmen when in reality he was in the best shape of his life.<br><br>Working out was one of the few things that got his mind off of…Kal shook his head, clearing the thought. “It is nice to know that not everything I do is easy to read or predict.” There was something close to a grimace when she commented about remembering it. It had been a small chance that she could have expected it to be kismet, a wonderful little coincidence that brought them here. He also could have lied but that was not going to get them anywhere, “Aye, when there is a breeze the branches sway ever so and the leaves rustle, if you listen close enough you can sometimes hear the river over the noise of the city” and most important the tower was no where to be seen from this angle.<br><br>He followed her to the branch, practice movements and old worn footholds telling the story of just how often he was here. Kal slid in next to her, the branch was not really designed for two people so if they both needed to be comfortable they would have to be close. The way the night was going, they would not have it any other way. “Come here,” he motioned for her, brushing off a space on the branch and dusting off his pants. “There is a gap in the branches here,” he pointed up, reaching out to offer her a hand incase she slipped.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>17-09-2015, 21:10:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Shayella Adair<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theraeve, Raine, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Tar Valon Faire – Orphanage <br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><hr>&nbsp; <br>Shayella’s warm smile only widened as the three entered the orphanage together, Theraeve taking the lead, the Amyrlin in the middle and her just a couple steps behind.&nbsp; It was an eye opening occasion to see the young children flock to the Amyrlin, a clear indication that she had not only been there before but was a known and exciting presence to the kids.&nbsp; Listening to Raine speak, Shayella’s head cocked for a moment and a bit of the information Raine imparted made a few other things at the Tower make sudden sense to her.&nbsp; Though she hadn’t ever been angry or even upset as to why some of her early duties had been shifted by the Yellow Sitters, she had always been curious and now she understood.<br><br>“That’s an excellent idea, Mother.”&nbsp; Shayella spoke respectfully to the Amyrlin but her gaze flicked downward at a light tug on her dress.&nbsp; Staring down at the young boy holding a stuffed bear, Shayella grinned at him as he held his arms up to her.&nbsp; Though he didn’t say a word, she understood what he wanted.&nbsp; Bending lower carefully, she lifted him up and settled him on her hip and used an arm to keep him hefted upwards in order to have a free hand in case channeling was necessary.&nbsp; <br><br>Holding the bear up near her face, the boy grinned, his front baby tooth missing.&nbsp; “The Amlilin bringed me this!”&nbsp; He finally spoke, pleased with the present, his little chest puffing up in pride.&nbsp; Though Shayella suspected that he wasn’t old enough yet to fully understand just how important the Amyrlin was, her eyes lit with humor at the adorable announcement.&nbsp; “We’re gonna watch the fireworks!”&nbsp; He continued happily.<br><br>“Yes, we are.”&nbsp; Shayella agreed, her voice sweet and gentle.&nbsp; “It was very generous of the Amyrlin to give you the present.&nbsp; You did thank her, right?”&nbsp; She asked him while still pondering the information that Raine had imparted on them.&nbsp; Nodding in approval at his quick nod, she beamed a quick smile at him even though she was a bit distracted.&nbsp; If many of the orphanages were also used as hubs of information, she couldn’t help but wonder how far that network extended.&nbsp; Though she didn’t travel outside of Tar Valon often, when she did travel, she could easily look in on things and help maintain the orphanages the Amyrlin used.&nbsp; <br><br>“If you ever need any assistance, Mother, I would be glad to help.”&nbsp; She offered, not wanting to be too forward.&nbsp; She had been at the Tower long enough to understand that seeming too eager to help was just as bad as not being interested in what was happening.&nbsp; Those that were overly quick to jump on an opportunity were believed to have their own motivations and hoped for some personal gain along with their offer and showing no interest was often seen as a sign that ones loyalty to the Tower could be questioned.&nbsp; It was, as everything with Aes Sedai was, a careful balance to walk.&nbsp; And being Carhienien did little to help her standing.&nbsp; Though she was very well versed in Daes Dae’Mar, Shayella didn’t like how often it was necessary.&nbsp; She had seen the damage it had done to Cairhien and could see the beginnings of those same issues within the Tower.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gaze flicked toward Theraeve for a moment and her blue eyes shone with amusement.&nbsp; Though she hadn’t suspected it would be otherwise, it was still amusing to see her friend dealing with the children of the orphanage.&nbsp; Though it likely wasn’t apparent to most of the others, Shayella knew her friend well enough to see the discomfort Theraeve felt around the small people.&nbsp; If it were any other time and Theraeve wasn’t escorting Raine, Shayella would have been tempted to play around a bit and get the kids to play with her Red Sister.&nbsp; It also occurred to her that perhaps her friend was a bit closer to the Amyrlin than she initially suspected.&nbsp; Though it made no difference to her, it was an interesting note.&nbsp; <em>It may come to it before this is over…</em>.&nbsp; The words pinged around in her head but now wasn’t the time to ask the question on her mind.&nbsp; Before what was over?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 01:00:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Aelrin Delenos<br><strong>Position:</strong> Master of Archery<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kimika<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> The Faire, Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Aelrin favored the mistress with a smile as she tended to the young child and mother. They seemed to be a little thin but otherwise healthy. He managed to catch her slipping them a gold mark to get by. A smart move even if she didn't plan on cultivating her as a sort of information resource. Aelrin managed to possess a decently large group of contacts from his years of travel. He could still remember the friends made over a healthy bar fight or a mutual bonding over tying up a few overzealous bandits. He trained his focus on the mistress again however as she spoke one more time to them before turning to him.<br><br>He often had to stifle a chuckle at the mention of child. He knew she was easily older than anyone bar another Aes Sedai, her status as Mistress of Novices proving that she had much experience, but he was not bothered like some might be. She was polite, kind, and generally able to keep a conversation with him better than most Aes Sedai. It helped that she had good connections with the rest of the Tower as a result of her position too.<br><br>"It is not a competition," Aelrin said with a wry smile "if I enter. But I will see if there are any among the people worth training. I'm sure there are. I've seen a couple of the boys around town. Given a few pointers."<br><br>He tipped his hat to one such boy who was running down the street in the general direction they were heading. This town tended to attract talented people both with and without the power. The Master of Archery strode alongside her and tilted his head.<br><br>"Have you any intention of participating," he asked "I'm sure you could beat a few of them. Of course they might think, but never say, that they assume you're using the Power. Heard some funny stories about Aes Sedai winning competitions with the Power for a laugh. Only bar room legends though."<br><br>He laughed lightly before shrugging to shift his bow.<br><br>"But let us show these archers something nice Kimika," he grinned as he could make out the area set aside for the competition.<br><br>Oh he was quite excited about this. He wanted to put on a little bit of a show if only to make the Tower look better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 22:29:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/AmyrlinSeat.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Amyrlin Raine Alvare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557590#msg11557590)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Amyrlin Seat<br><strong>Bondmate</strong>: n/a<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Theraeve, Shayella, (Serain and Rhoven off elsewhere for the moment)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Fair -&gt; Orphanage to watch the Fireworks.<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>Many of the children gathered at Raine's feet, their sweet little faces pressed eagerly against the wrought iron. Some pointed in different directions where they had seen something. Eager young little minds racing at what might come next and what it would look like. Bursts of light saw trails of sparks flying into the air, then exploded into cascading twinkles of light.&nbsp; One of the attendants brought a chair and insisted that the Amyrlin rest herself as it would be impolite for the staff to allow her to stand so. Acquiescing to the insistence she took the seat, which wasn't so bad as it allowed her to get closer to the children. One of which she pulled up to sit in her lap. The wee one of no more then two years cuddled against her, resting her little golden haired head against the Flame of Tar Valon's breasts. The little girl sucked on her thumb and nuzzled contently. Raine's face remained calm and serene as she held the child close to her. <br><br>The fireworks went on for an hour, with dancing lights and loud drum beats. The thunderous roar of fireworks lit up the sky and brought the rooftops of Tar Valon to light in a show that stunned and riveted the audience.<br><br>When it ended, Raine was quick to make her goodbyes and round up a few staff members. These were each given small letters and sent along their way. She then instructed Theraeve to take her back to the tower. The Amyrlin had made her appearances, greeted the politicians, was seen among the people, and most important in her mind she visited the orphanage. It was time to return to more pressing matters.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>22-09-2015, 22:32:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kimika Togita<br><strong>Position:</strong> Mistress of Novices, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open, Aelrin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Walking toward the Square<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"Light. Are you so devoid of humility as to think yourself the best archer of the known land, Master Delenos?"&nbsp; Kimika asked, and there was a faint hint of amusement in her voice. She was making no real effort of remaining serene; the faire was a source of distraction and fun, not some meeting with the King or Queen of another land. Tar Valon trained the best, Kimika was sure of it, but the blight forced men to be the best. Being from Shienar herself, the presence of the Blight had never left her&nbsp; mind, even if it had been decades since she had gone back.<br><br>"I will not participate. I leave this to people who are either skilled or trying to prove that they are. It would be far too easy to accuse me of cheating though I doubt that many here, in Tar Valon, would dare to make such accusation." Kimika said and she pulled her yellow-fringed shawl up on her shoulders, as it had begun to slip down to her arms. She gave Aelrin a smile. It was a wonder that he had not yet found someone to bond. The man had good manners, a pleasant attitude, and skill, though it didn't cross Kimika to make an offer herself; she was Tower-bound, taking care of its novices and Accepted. She had no need for a warder, and besides if she were to take a warder, there would have to be a reason.<br><br>"How long have you been using a bow?" She asked him, more to make the conversation on the way to the square which was just one more block down the road, but moving fast among the crowd was not simple. It seemed that every one in Tar Valon and the surrounding villages had left their home to crowd the streets. Kimika thought that she might shop for some yellow silk sometime the next day when they passed by a stand where a merchant was haggling with a woman whom Kimika recognized as a White, although she wore no shawl and a dress that had some color to it. Her gaze returned to Aelrin, though, to show that she had not asked her question just to be polite.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 00:32:41</strong>
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				<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> Shayella, Raine<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> The City Fair, orphanage rooftop<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>At first, Theraeve was quite content with the orphans avoiding her for the most part, save for the few times where she had to pull on the train of her dress to keep it from being trampled by some of the more overeager little ones attempting to get Shayella's or Raine's attention. She wouldn't really have known how to deal with them or entertain them, so it was all for the better. And yet, watching the fireworks while either of her companions held on to a young child, certain feelings of insecurity that Theraeve had never been aware of previously began creeping up on her.<br><br>Before she even knew it, she found herself wondering if that made her a lesser woman. She tried to keep her mind busy by scanning rooftops and windows, examining shadows or focusing on the dazzling pyrotechnics display lighting up the night skies above, but it seemed like the harder she tried to ignore them, the more the questions nagged at her. Could the children somehow sense that there was something wrong with her, was that why they'd been giving her a wide berth? Theraeve wasn't sure why, but for some reason it suddenly bothered her greatly, when only a few minutes earlier she wouldn't even have known that she cared about such things.<br><br>As wonderful as the fireworks had been, she was glad when the show came to its conclusion after a particularly intense and explosive grand finale. With the moon and the stars above still partially veiled behind the left over smoke, Theraeve was already clearing a path back towards the exit for the Amyrlin and Shayella, all too eager to get away from the orphanage and the unexpected insecurities that it had stirred up within her. The crowds in the streets had thinned out by now, since many people had retreated to their homes or some other place in order to view the fireworks, and a majority of the merchants had already packed up their stalls, so the trip back to the Tower was relatively quick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>05-10-2015, 13:41:22</strong>
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				<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> Kalain Baneron<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saven 5th | 990NE | Evening<br><strong>Place:</strong> Faire around Tar Valon<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>She liked that they weren't going to fight tonight. It could be a close thing with them, the line between grudging respect, and the desire to lash out at each other. When she mused on it she suspected that part of that came from the fact that they had both, in their own ways, loved Elaine and neither of them had been in a position to save her but tonight she wasn't musing on that fact, she was simply enjoying the moment and the fact that they <em>weren't</em> lashing out at each other but actually allowing themselves to relax and enjoy each other's company. <br><br>Watching him scramble up into the tree she let her eyes move over him in appreciation. For all that many believed him to be broken (and emotionally he might be) he was in the best physical shape of almost any man she knew. Something she'd come to appreciate in just the last few months. His body was strong and intact and he knew precisely how to use it, whether it was on the practice sands or in a more intimate setting...and now she'd discovered that that prowess extended to dancing as well! <br><br>As he spoke about the way the tree looked during the day, the peace of it, she listened with more than just her ears, she listened with her Bond to him as well and a small smile curved her lips. She didn't say it out loud but she wouldn't invade his space here. He'd clearly found a spot that allowed him some measure of peace and she wouldn't invade that peace. Unless invited, or in an extreme emergency, this place would remain his and his alone.<br><br>Her only comment to acknowledge what she felt from him was, "We all need someplace we can feel that measure of calm inside of us." With their growing understanding of each other she hoped he'd realize that meant she wouldn't come back here and bother him, but if not she could be more explicit about it later.<br><br>Now though he was offering to share a set of branches that made an almost natural seat for one person. Two if they wanted to be close, and after an evening of dancing, she found that she did. She'd taunted him on the dance floor but her flirting had been for the both of them and when he patted his lap she felt the slightest flash of heat color her cheeks and was suddenly grateful for the dark of the night around them. Moving carefully, she took the offered hand, and let herself slide into his lap. With her power and the respect afforded to her by so many, it was easy to forget, until they were so intimately situated, just how much larger than her he was. At 5'10 she wasn't a petite woman by any means but letting her body relax against his, it struck her that he could make her feel soft, feminine, in ways that few of the men she'd known in her life could. <br><br>For all their fighting and bickering, she let down a part of her guard with him that few people ever saw her without.<br><br>"This is a lovely spot, thank you for sharing it with me," she murmured as she nestled in, her head resting on his shoulder, body utterly trusting him not to let her fall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 16:46:02</strong>
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				<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, Master 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>Calm. That was not what he would have called it. The void was calm, it was still, and at the center of it was death. It was the last thing he wanted to remember while hidden by the branches of this old tree but as he thought about it; just how much had this ancient being seen? The city of Tar Valon was not without its own demons, how many had died while this tree looked on? Yet it continued to grow. Without even thinking Kal reached out a hand to stroke along the familiar contours of the bark, knowing where the tree was its strongest and what branches were weakened and needed support. He understood this tree. “Tranquility.” The Master of Arms spoke a bit out of turn, showing a bit of the mind that had resided under the sarcastic and bitter personality.<br><br>“It goes beyond calm” Eventually he was going to have to find someplace new, if only to let someone else discover the tree and the wonderful music that the wind played through the leaves and the branches. Kal was loathe to give it up, even more so to share it with the woman but something about it felt right. Oh, he would deny it to the bitter end if word ever got back to the Yellow that he would feel anything close to a human emotion when it came to Moira. That was a problem for the next few days, somewhere within the festivities they had decided to live in the present. The future and the past faded away, the great weight lifting from his shoulders for once and letting the old warder simply be.<br><br>The Master of Arms smiled at the blush and heat of her face. In the dark the detail of her features were shaded to him but he could feel it. The creep of her heat, the thought of something more, the memories that they had made. They were all there waiting to bubble to the surface. Oh he felt it, but now was not the time to tease her about it. With a bit of shifting and some gentle maneuvering they settled on a position. Her body fitted to his, mouth resting just over her shoulder as he brushed the hair from one side of her face to reveal the line of her neck. Without even thinking his lips moved for the brush of skin, a tender moment in what usually was a man that was more steel then flesh.<br><br>The first firework went off, a distant roar as the air vibrated with the explosion of sound and light. Instinct, his hands tightened on her as though whatever propelled the light and fire into the air would be coming for them next. It was stupid, foolish and he gave her a quick grin but still kept her close. The damage had been done, she would know that he actually enjoyed the feel of her pressed so tightly to him. “Aye, when I can’t sleep I often come here. The beds they give us, sometimes they are far too soft will ruin me next time I have to travel. Once a soldier gets used to a bed the ground never quite feels the same.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 05:36:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> North gate<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha had gone from elated to outright pissed. As sister of the Brown, any knowledge that could be regained was useful, no matter how insignificant it could appear to be on the moment. Having found a wolf brother on the premises of the White Tower, one that did not even know what he was, never mind other sisters, was something that had kept her up all night with excitement. She had dug every little scraps that she could find about what he was, what he had the potential to do. She knew that the man would not appreciate being confined within the wall of the White Tower all the time and so she had set out to find him…<br><br>But he was nowhere to be found. A talk with someone at the barracks told her that he had not even checked in for a bed. The man had given her hopes to study what he was in order to learn, with him, all that there was to knew about his talent. He had shared her meal as if he had not had food for days, and then he was simply gone.&nbsp; If he came running for help again, Nasha decided, she'd chain him in the dungeon until she was done with him. Or she would bond him, now that was one way that he couldn't escape her. She would also be in boiling water for bonding a man against his will but who would understand her motivation other than other Browns?<br><br>Pissed and disappointed, it left Nasha a bit blue and stir-crazy. She needed to go out. She was long past the point of hoping that he had just gone to the faire, and that he would come back. Beneth was simply gone and it was time for her to move on. It wasn't like she had fallen in love with the guy. No, she had fallen in love with the idea of learning about the wolfbrothers. Stupid of her, but when it came to knowledge, she could not, not do anything about it.<br><br>So there she was, looking through the training grounds to see if she could find a familiar face to come with her in Tar Valon. She could go alone, being Aes Sedai made her far from defenseless, but Nasha preferred to head into the city accompanied. After a while, though it became obvious that there wasn't many people training on the grounds. The faire, with all of its competitions, had drained all the able bodies out of the grounds, or so it seemed.<br><br>She went to the captain, to ask if he could spare someone, but the answer was neither discreet nor positive; apparently she was far from the first to make the request and one of those before her had given him a hard time. Nasha wouldn't. She'd just risk it and go on her own. She could go back inside, find herself one of her Brown sister or one of the apprentices and drag her down to the menagerie with her, but going back inside was just disheartening. Instead, she moved forward, in hopes that maybe she would find a group and tag along, or something.<br><br>She walked briskly toward the northern gate, ready to cross the multiple squares to go to the menagerie and see what strange animals were there, but when she actually arrived at the gate, she slowed to a stop. Was there something worse than being alone in a crowd? Especially one like this? It felt like everyone from the six villages across the bridges had flooded the streets. The ambiance was not crazy festive though, or at least not so close to the tower. She was quite sure that nearer to the faire's festivities, she might find people to be a bit more… energetic.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>31-10-2015, 22:13:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen to Gaidin)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Nasha<br><strong>Tag:</strong> None, yet.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon, Saven 7th.<br><strong>Place:</strong> The Grounds, Main Yard ---&gt; North Gate.<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Believe it or not, it didn't take Galvren overly long to become bored of watching the trainees practising in the yard such that he began to find his attention wandering....it wasn't that the sessions themselves were overly boring or even that he didn't enjoy watching the "Warders of Tomorrow" learning their stuff. It wasn't even that he had particularly bad memories regarding his training, all things considered; he had moments that he didn't look back on with particular enthusiasm, it's true, but he also had plenty of times stored away in his head that he frequently looked back on and smiled. The training and preparation was brutal and exhausting and at the time seemed never-ending, but it was all worth it in the end; either he couldn't take it and left - in which case, he would always know that it just wasn't meant to be and wouldn't wonder "what if" for the rest of his life - or he made it through and found his life's purpose and a way to repay the White Tower for all the good it did in the world...and thankfully, it was the latter. Now, hopefully, he would be tough enough and resilient enough to deal with most anything that came his way, and honestly, wasn't that what training was for? To prepare you for your trials, to weed out the incapable ones and leave only those who are meant to be there? He had his bad experiences, yes, but he would never trade a second of his years training because everything that he did and everything that happened to him contributed to getting him where he was at that moment, and they would all inevitably contribute to what kind of Warder he would be, and watching the trainees reminded him of just how much work he put in to reach the point he was at. So no...no, he didn't "lose interest" because it was boring or painful or frustrating or any of those reasons. He stopped watching because of something far more petty.<br><br>He was <em>jealous.</em> Not of the trainees themselves, necessarily, since even though he remembered his training relatively fondly he had no desire to go back to it and he was extremely happy that those days were behind him, especially now that he had actually managed to pass his Warder Exam. It was something far simpler and selfish than simply wishing "for a simpler time," as it were; he was out of commission, WIA, on the sidelines, suspended until further notice due to his injury, and not only were the trainees fully physically healthy - with the exception of that Novice just a moment ago who took a sword to the stomach, of course - but they were able to do something that he wasn't; <em>train.</em> Any other day, if he felt bored or restless or idle, he would pick up one of his weapons and practice with it, be it simple forms, marksmanship challenges, friendly sparring with other Gaidin or just stepping in to aid with a training group if his own Squad of Novices happened to be on their Rest Day. But now that his shoulder was well and truly buggered up, he couldn't do it without risking serious injury to himself and he was under strict orders <em>not</em> to put himself at risk if he could help it. Standing there by the side, watching the younger ones training filled him with a sudden, almost irresistible itch to get up and do something, regardless of the risk and possible consequences; he <em>needed</em> to start moving, or this placid little recovery period was going to drive him absolutely light-burnedly <em>insane.</em> His attention wandered simply because if it didn't, he risked being unable to stop himself from hopping the barrier, picking up a training sword and joining in...or at least trying to, since with one arm he was more likely to try and hop the barrier and then fall over himself as the shock of pain from his shoulder lanced through his spine and forced an involuntary spasm in his body. And that would be decidedly "not good." <br><br>It was as he was pointedly looking everywhere <em>except</em> the training grounds that he spotted something very curios and perhaps just as interesting as the training regimes that the Novices were undergoing, though somewhat less enticing...as empty as the training ground was that afternoon - most people either eating, running errands or visiting the Faire - it was difficult to miss anything even vaguely out of the ordinary, and a somewhat irate-looking Aes Sedai practically storming across the training grounds was most certainly less than "ordinary," whatever "ordinary" was where hundreds of powerful women frequently converged to utilise The One Power. Aes Sedai were usually very pointedly serene and graceful and unflappable in their poise and demeanour, but on this occasion, the Sister in question - a Brown, looking at her shawl - was looking decidedly unhappy and not afraid to let everybody know just how far her irritation appeared to extend. What she was angry at, Galvren could only guess, but he knew right then and there that he would likely be better off staying well out of her way. Still...even as he turned his head in an attempt to not look in her direction and possibly attract her irate attention, he couldn't keep himself from watching her from the corner of his eye....Aes Sedai were always composed and in control of their emotions, even those Ajah's known for more fiery temperaments emphasising cool control over emotional outbursts, so what could possibly frustrate any Aes Sedai so much, let alone a Brown, whose only passions tended to lie in the gathering of knowledge. A problem she couldn't solve, perhaps, or a book or passage that had been defiled or borrowed and never returned? Potentially, though he didn't believe that he recognised the Sister in question, so he likely couldn't make a judgement call on what could be frustrating her...and if Theraeve Sedai had taught him anything, it was that Sisters are not always reflections of their Ajah's stereotype. <br><br>As it was, she was headed straight through the training grounds, apparently paying little heed to much of her surroundings as she stalked towards the Northern Gate, likely looking to leave the Tower and enter Tar Valon proper. Galvren frowned at that; he had heard several concerning rumours involving altercations in the alleys of Tar Valon recently, and even though he doubted that even a Brown could be disarmed and outmatched easily - if at all - by a group of ruffians in the middle of Aes Sedai Central, he still thought that caution would be more advisable than recklessness...inside the walls of The White Tower, you were relatively sage, but outside in the busy city streets? Any number of things could happen, and the Brown Sister apparently believed herself utterly safe...until he saw her slow at the gate and hesitate, as if about to look back. She slowed to a stop before gates as if considering something, staring out across the bridge back into the city complex. Galvren watched her for a moment; she needed an escort, that much was obvious; no Aes Sedai should go anywhere without adequate back-up, be it several powerful pre-prepared weaves, some soldiers or - in most cases more applicably - a Warder to look out for them and watch their back, just in case. And if necessary...to sacrifice themselves to let the Aes Sedai escape. They were just too valuable to the Lights cause to sacrifice needlessly or to risk without adequate protection, and The Shadow could strike anywhere...even in the Heart of Tar Valon. All it took was one weak-willed or selfish citizen, and The Shadow had a hidden agent and potential assassin. He realised what was happening a moment too late; he was talking himself into accompanying her, into effectively starting his role as a Gaidin before he was fully healed and as a way to alleviate his bone-crushing boredom...and damnit, it had worked. Even as he figured out that's what his brain was trying to do, he was already halfway across the yard towards her. He very well couldn't stop then, and if nothing else, a jaunt into the City as an Aes Sedai's temporary bodyguard was actually a rather attractive prospect. At least it would give him something to do. He came up beside the Brown Sister and gave her a respectful bow. <br><br>"Good afternoon, Aes Sedai," he said, straightening up (but being careful to avoid moving his shoulder too much; it was a good thing that his sword could be held in one hand). "My name is Valdar Galvren Valynar, and I couldn't help but notice your...." He had to be delicate, now...some Aes Sedai were more prickly than others, and until he figured out what kind of temperament this Brown Sister had, it was a good idea to be as polite and inoffensive as possible. That was a good policy for Aes Sedai in general, of course, but it went doubly so for the ones you didn't know. "...momentary pause. May I be of any assistance, Aes Sedai?" Honestly, who else was going to help? There were no other Gaidin or Valdar's around at the moment - apparently - and was it not a Gaidin's duty to aid a Sister who might be in need of support, regardless of personal risk or injury? He wouldn't be a very good Gaidin if he let a Sister go into any crowded, potentially dangerous environment alone without at least offering his services, would he? And who else would be able to offer support and possible protection were they to be attacked? The trainees who could barely even hold a sword? Not likely. Galvren may have been injured, but he was at least better prepared than some green recruit or half-grown trainee. Light burn him if he was going to stay in the exercise yard any longer if there was a chance to at least act like a Gaidin for a short while. He'd worked towards it for what felt like his whole life...so why not practice when the opportunity presented itself? The trainees may have passed on the opportunity, but not Galvren. He was going stir crazy, and at least this could potentially get his mind off of things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 07:26:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> North gate<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha caught a movement from the corner of her eye and she turned to see a familiar face. At one point or the other, they had probably crossed paths but she couldn't put a name on the face. Maybe it had been just that, crossing paths. She made a small, polite curtsy in answer to his bow; being polite never hurt anyone. Well, that probably wasn't true, but it wouldn't hurt her here and now for sure. "I am Nasha, of the Brown Ajah."&nbsp; Nasha said, without thinking. She felt like pulling the brown-fringed shawl that sat on her shoulders over her head to hide. Thanks to her training, none of that embarrassment showed in her face. Nasha remained rather aloof, but she did give the Valdar a smile. <br><br>There was more than her shawl that indicated her Ajah. She wore a typical andoran dress, with a decent neckline, long sleeves, a comfortably tight bodice that&nbsp; emphasized her decent curves and flat stomach, before flaring into a long, loose skirt down to her ankles. The dress was a rich caramel-brown color, with white scrolls embroidered at the hems and the neckline. Her feet were not clad in slippers, as was often the case while she was in the library or her study, but in soft-soled leather boots that would make walking the uneven streets more comfortable. She had let her long, silky brown hair loose upon her shoulders. Nasha was clearly dressed as if to go meet a low Andoran noble, rather than to head to the menagerie.<br><br>"I've never been very fond of crowds." Nasha said, in explanation for her pause. It was true that, she was not fond of crowds, especially not festive crowds, it wasn't a matter or fear. "I asked the captain if he could spare someone to come with me, but it seems that everyone who could go to the faire is already there. I would not be&nbsp; requiring much of my escort, really. Are you one of those who have to stay on the grounds because the Tower needs more guards than usual to ensure everyone's security?" Nasha asked, turning toward him. She couldn't ask him to disobey the captain, it would be unfair.&nbsp; It was all an excuse to delay her mingling with the crowd, she knew.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 14:15:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen to Gaidin)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Nasha<br><strong>Tag:</strong> None, yet.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon, Saven 7th.<br><strong>Place:</strong> The Grounds, North Gate.<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Well, the introductions were over and done with and, going off of his first impressions at least, Nasha Sedai appeared to be one of the more polite and pleasant Aes Sedai. It might have been a disrespectful thing to think, but not all Aes Sedai were exactly pleasant towards Warders, no matter what they said. Some were condescending and dismissive, treating them like small children hovering around their betters - that was generally the Red - and others just treated them like servants to go and run errands for them when they couldn't be bothered, as if they were personal butlers rather than bodyguards and companions. That particular attitude didn't have an Ajah, however; it tended to be a fairly random attitude, one that could be held by anybody in any of the Ajah's. If the person was liable to condescension and a superior attitude, then it tended to manifest as bossiness and haughty airs around Warders. But it appeared that Nasha Sedai was of the third category; those that treated Warders with both respect and manners, and for a brief moment, Galvren is relieved. Imagine having to be stuck in the company of somebody who treated you like a servant or a child all afternoon. That would be horrific. Still, it appeared that Nasha Sedai wanted to go out but - as she said - she didn't like crowds and thus was hesitating....a feeling that he could understand all too well. He was from a small village, a hamlet at best, so more than a dozen people in one place at the same time was - when he arrived - utterly astounding. He'd gotten used to it, of course, but now he dislikes crowds both for the obvious, overcrowded reason and the fact that it's very difficult to guard somebody in a crowd. Anybody could get close and attack without warning, then disappear back into the throng of people...it was maddening, especially when you were taken into the crowds to do "Crowd Reading Training." Every one of them failed at least five times before they got it right. That was a brutal day. <br><br>He grimaced a little at her question, then quickly smoothed his expression over...he couldn't be seen to be making a fuss, after all, even if his injury is particularly troublesome. He shook his head slightly, offering her a wan, almost embarrassed smile. It was entirely possible that he could have been put on Guard Duty if he hadn't broken his shoulder...something to be grateful for, he supposed, but if he didn't find an Aes Sedai to Bond him soon, he would likely be shoved straight on when he had finished healing. He despised guard duty; it was so dull all the time, it was ridiculous. "Thankfully not, Aes Sedai...I can largely go where I please; I'm currently recovering from an injury I sustained during my Gaidin Exam. Thankfully I passed, or it would have been a lot of pain and discomfort for nothing." He offered another wan smile. "I can empathise with your dislike of crowds, particularly now." He nodded towards his shoulder. He didn't dare move it, just in case it twinged and forced another ugly grimace to form across his face. It wasn't really that bad...he could walk through the crowds if he needed to, he just had to be a tad careful. Besides, he couldn't let an Aes Sedai leave the grounds alone without at least offering his company, now could he? If nothing else, it would break up the Light-Burned monotony. "Are you still in need of an escort, Nasha Sedai? It would be an honour and a pleasure to offer my services, if that's the case." He bowed his head again, then looked up at her; it might be that his injury turns her off accepting his offer, and if so, then so be it. But he's a Gaidin now, and that means his primary duty is the protection of the Aes Sedai. Therefore, he needs to at least offer his assistance, even if he's turned down. It's just the way it goes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 02:32:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Galvren<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon, Saven 7th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> North gate<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha's lips formed a "o" and her eyebrows raised when he mentioned why he was being Tower-bound. Nasha glanced toward his shoulder, but she knew she was no yellow. She wasn't sure why he had not been completely healed since he had been hurt by what Nasha considered to be the stupidest test there was. The only thing that prevented her to take a stand against it was that Aes Sedai were also tested at the end of their training, and the test was even more dangerous. "So you are ready to give your life to save an Aes Sedai." Nasha said, softly. It was a statement, not a question. If he hadn't been ready, then he would not be hurt in the shoulder and there would be a very pissed Aes Sedai somewhere, claiming for the Master of Arms to be demoted - and frankly, given how unstable the man was, it might have been a good idea.<br><br>"I would love for an escort, but perhaps I can do something for the shoulder. It would be no trouble for me to tie a weave around your shoulder that would make people want to avoid it." It would avoid him some bumping into, at least. She was looking a lot more for the company than the protection, but the latter could not hurt.&nbsp; "I am surprised that the Yellows didn't fix you up completely, though. It isn't like them to leave a task half done. Too bad healing is not among my strength." Nasha said and she glided to the other side of him, the hurting shoulder as if she could actually see his pain if she came close enough.<br><br>Nasha embraced Saidar and for just a few second, she basked in the feeling of it's warm embrace, where everything seemed more vivid, sharper, so much more alive, and she wove spirit and air together in a tight net around his shoulder. Being a man, she knew, he would not feel a thing of what she was doing and even if he refused, she could leave the weave there and he would be none the wiser. For a while, at least, he might grow suspicious if no one ever touches his shoulder.&nbsp; When she was done, Nasha glanced toward the north gate and offered a genuine smile as if to say "shall we?"<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ Tar Valon Northern District</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 03:07:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Galvren Valynar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11585469#msg11585469)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (Newly Risen to Gaidin)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Nasha<br><strong>Tag:</strong> None, yet.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon, Saven 7th.<br><strong>Place:</strong> The Grounds, North Gate.<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>It was perhaps too much to hope for that the one Aes Sedai who was without a Warder and who wanted to go into the city on the same day that Galvren happened to be free and bored was also gifted in Healing, despite being a Brown. He had secretly hoped that that was the case, of course - why wouldn't he? Anything to get this damnable shoulder fixed and better as soon as possible in order to let him start seeking out a Bondmate - but it was not surprising or even disappointing to be informed that it was not to be. How could you get disappointed over something not going a way that you didn't expect in the first place? As far as he could see, there was no reason to even suspect that he might have gotten a healing out of it, so there was no reason to feel let down since it was never on the table in the first place. He hadn't "lost" anything except the small hope that it <em>might</em> be possible. Still, her offer of a weave to get people to avoid his shoulder was the next best thing, if nothing else; if he was headed into town, then if he couldn't get his shoulder fixed on the spot at least he could get people to give it a wide berth. Honestly, it wasn't the lack of mobility but the impact that he felt whenever it was knocked around that annoyed and hurt him. Without the crowds insistence on shoving into his shoulder, he could at least enjoy the sites of the faire without being in near-constant pain. He nodded to the Aes Sedai and gave a small, polite bow by bending his waist just a little and dipping his head towards the ground. "I would appreciate that very much, Nasha Sedai," he said deferentially, "My gratitude for your generosity."<br><br>Of course, Galvren couldn't even hope to feel the effects of The One Power given that he wasn't female and - thankfully - nor could he Channel, but given the satisfied look on Nasha Sedai's face after a brief moment of concentration - during which she did seem to take on a slight glow, though that might have just been his imagination - he was willing to trust her implied confirmation that the Weave was in place. He wouldn't know for certain until he got out into the streets proper, but for now, he was willing to advance as if his arm was completely fine in the crowds and that people would just subconsciously go around him rather than through him....of course, if the weave was either non existent or flawed, he would be on the floor in great amounts of pain in no time...but he didn't think that Nasha Sedai would do that. She seemed genuine, at the very least, and some Aes Sedai wouldn't have even offered <em>any</em> help or sympathy for his shoulder injury. At least Nasha Sedai attempted to do him some good, and if that good meant that he could go see the Faire that he'd heard about every year since he first got there, then he was willing to take the risk that she was offering him a comforting lie; after all, she never said that the weave was completed, just that she <em>could</em> create one. <br><br>Still...why would she imply that she did it and not do it, when she was by her own admission looking for an escort? It just didn't make sense. He smiled back at her in a friendly-but-deferential manner - it didn't do to appear too friendly to Aes Sedai you didn't know, just in case; some of them got prickly about that sort of thing - and bowed his head again as he took a few strides in order to fall into step beside her. "Let us see what wonders the Faire holds this year, Aes Sedai," he said, glancing at her briefly. "May I ask if there is there anything specific that draws you to there on this occasion, Aes Sedai? Or is it simply healthy curiosity?" He offered another small smile; he was now bound to her service until she returned safely to the tower...so an attempt at small talk, at least, could help break the ice a little. Besides, he didn't know much about the Faire, busy with training has he had been that past decade, so any information he could glean would be interesting and potentially useful. He was honestly intrigued and excited now that he thought about it. Let's hope that it could live up to his expectations...he did so dislike being disappointed.
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