Here's to Cairma she's true blue hey! She's a drinker thro-

[Wayfarer]

"Well lah dee dah, aren't you just something, step aside."

 

Taking the dagger off Giselle, Aran lined up his target straight and true. A round board that had been mounted on the wall, there were three circles that emanated from a single dot. That dot was where Giselle's dagger was currently lodged, and to beat it Aran was going to have to get his dagger right in next to hers. It would take skill, sleight of hand, dextrous fingers and Aran's natural ability to win him the bet.

 

"In fact, watch this Giselle. Because I'm so good, I'm not even going to watch." Closing his eyes, the target in his mind, he lifted the blade back slowly, ever so slowly. Focus. Be one with the dot. One. Dot. Done. Don't?

 

THUNK!

 

Opening his eyes, those watching burst into laughter. His dagger hadn't even made it on the board, and Giselle was smirking at him as usual. Still, thats what he got for getting a little overconfident. Chuckling back at her, he handed her the coin and clapped her on the shoulder. "Fine, fine, you are the greater tosser. Care to get me a drink while you're at it?"

 

Even as she laughed and turned away, Aran made his way to an empty table. A drink put infront of him, Giselle was off to try her hand at the dagger tossing again, until someone bested her at least. Taking a sip, Aran relaxed as he took a moment aside from the revelry. They were old faces that he knew, which in part was the problem. There were only so many places to drink in Tar Valon and he knew all of them. It'd be nice to see a new face for a change.

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

Nice title ;)

(you would think this would be longer with the amount ot time i put into it.. *ptth* i hate lossing posts.. *shakes her fist at her cookies*)

 

Ic:

 

It had been a long time since she last stepped out of the yards. She had spent too much time in the Grove practicing that even Daemon, her mentor, was starting to worry about her. Cairma wrinkled her nose. The only thing she had ever been dedicated about was escaping her chores and ettiquette lessons to chase around her older brothers. They would laugh at her now. Call her an Old Bag.

 

She stepped out of the gates that would lead to the Tower, entering Tar Valon. She walked with a slow gait, one without meaning as she passed closing shops and roudy taverns. there was one along here that was frequented by some of the other Tower Guards.

 

Why would you even bother finding other TG's? You'll just find some corner and drink alone. you lonely wench. She shook her head, knowing her own thoughts were right. She was never much for entertainment now. She used to dance and sing on the stages for coin and a bed to sleep on before she bacme tot he Yard. now, she just swung a sword that screamed 'comensation'. She smirked to herself, unconsoudly touching the hilt of her 6 foot zwhielander. in a way, it was. And it's not wonder no one asks you ut for a drink.

 

She scouled at herself,a nd entered one of the taverns, expertly maneavering her way around the tables. Finding a place along the bar, she pulled Beast off, leaving it in the sheath and leaning it against the counter.

 

"A cold one, please." She ordered with a smile for the barmaid, hoping her slight scaring from bractice did not off set her too much.

 

 

 

Cairma

TG of some kind...

[Wayfarer]

By the time he was at the bottom of his drink, an interesting sight decided to grace him. Not a new face necessarily, but that was all he knew of her, and her name. Cairma, Daemon Ronshor was her instructor. This he knew because David Ronshor had been Con Stavros' instructor and Con had been the one to give him a place in the guard. Well, that and he had an innate desire to know all the faces around him and the names to go with them. It was a rather healthy habit to have so one knew who they were in the company of.

 

Still, it had taken him a moment to place the face. Truth be told, it was the massive sword she carried on her person that tipped who it was. Few women used such swords, the only one who used larger was Mercury, and she was a Warder. Cairma, on the otherhand, was Tower Guard, which meant that she was far more likely to be an entertaining drinking partner. Warders were such bores, always worrying over their sisters. A dog on a leash had more spirit.

 

Getting to his feet, he wandered over to the bar where Cairma was waiting for her drink. "Hey! Kara! One for me too while you're there!" Putting his tankard on the counter, he looked to Cairma with a friendly grin on his face, one which would no doubt be taken to mean he was quite inebriated. Mainly because there was little difference between his drunken grin and his sober one.

 

"Cairma isn't it? I thought I recognised you, Aran's my name." Their drinks arriving, Aran took his and gestured to the table he'd been at before. "Care to pull up a chair?"

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

She raised an eyebrow and then her glass as the Tower Guard sat next to her. he was better in skill than she was, thus far, but that was to say nothing of his reputation.

 

"I know of you, Aran." She did not protest as he took a seat and she finished her first pint with barely a moment entry into the tavern. "Frequent here mush?" Cairma barely took a moent to regester that she was already slightly sluring.. Oh Light, that can't be good.... She took the second glass in smaller ips as it was rapidly replaced along with a drink for Aran. She blushed a little. "Not like i do. it's nice to get out once in a while. i've just holed myself up. I feel rather bad, becoming a hermet as i have. The Comapany shouldn't allow it."

 

She sipped her Ale, wondering what Aran might be planing. She looked to him, as he smiled. She slightly frowned. "your not trying to hit on me, are you?"

 

 

Cairma

[Wayfarer]

Grinning as Cairma began slurring her words, Aran was quite certain that if she tried to keep up with him, he was going to probably end up carrying her home. With help no less, he wasn't going to carry her and her sword at the same time so help him. Yet it was her suspicion at his motives that made him laugh openly. Had he truly gained such a seedy reputation? No, Cairma could barely know him, and as she said she was a bit of a hermit. Which would explain the suspicion, suspicion of any attention at all.

 

"Well, you're certainly pretty enough. But no, I'm afraid I have to disappoint for the moment. I'm not really in the condition for it at the moment, the price of having a few too many I suppose. I'm a real charmer when I'm a bit more sober, trust me."

 

Grinning as she laughed, he turned to Kara and asked her to get them a couple more drinks and this time when he asked Cairma to come sit at the table she agreed. Their drinks brought to them at the table even as they sat down, Aran smiled at Cairma. "So, a hermit you say? I have to admit, you have been a bit of a scarce sight. And with a sword like yours, you do stand out just a little. Whats been keeping you busy? If I'm not prying."

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

Cairma grew a little shy, but then kicked herself mentally, agreeing to sit with them. it would be a crying shame if she said no.

 

"Well, in truth, I had a bit of a mental break down after i went through the pain endurance. I didn't like what it brought out in me, so i hid for a while." She slowly conitnued to sip her Ale. "As for my sword." She smiled softly. "Beast is just something that well. i grew up with 5 older brothers. If i ever wanted to return home i wanted to make sure that my sword would always be bigger than thiers." She chuckled. "..in more ways than one." She smiled as the others at the table started laughing.

 

She leaned back a little in her seat, taking a bit more of those sitting with her, and in truth she didn't know many of them, only Aran by name.

 

"I'm afraid don't know many of you. The Tolled hours of training has caused a rather odd lapse i knowning people. Mind you, you didn't have 5 different mentors, i bet."

 

 

Cairma

TG

[Wayfarer]

Aran had been a bit surprised, he had originally thought the table empty but then he realised why he was so confused. He'd sat down at the wrong one, but at least he was with company he knew. Fenwin, Calen, Marie, they were all here with him. Another advantage to drinking regularly, he ended up meeting all sorts of people. In particular, these were all people from his own company, and they had formed a drinking club of sorts. Well, not exactly, that would have required organisation and they were too busy drinking. But nevertheless, whenever one wanted to go out, they checked if any of the others wanted to as well, and if one went, most went.

 

"This here is Fenwin, thats Calen, and thats Marie. We're all part of the same company, yours." Grinning at the look on her face, Aran brushed over it "don't worry, we're not exactly the most visible ourselves. We keep busy in one fashion or another, preferably this when we can manage it. The walls are all well and good, but, well, they're walls. A keg is a much better companion when all is said and done, even if it doesn't last."

 

His eyes straying over Cairma's shoulder for a moment, Aran laughed. "Hey Giselle! Think you could do any worse?!" The answering shout he got about his jibe made him grin, she didn't often throw badly. Either she'd had more to drink since they'd played or she slipped because the dagger had hit with the handle and bounced clear.

 

Turning back to Cairma, Aran smiled again. "As to mentors, I can't say I've had that many." In fact, Aran had never had any at the yards, but that was a different matter. "Who did you have? I might know them."

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

Cairma thought for a moment. "Well, i started out with Lugh, and then Raekal for a while. but both of them had the galls of leaving me behind when they were pulled away. No one wanted to bring a clumse 5'4"girl on a trail ride, even when i can keep u p just fine on a horse." Carima sniffed a little, the bitterness still a little evident. "Andthen i was assigned anouther that never showed up. I do not even remember his last name. And then Daemon."

 

She looked out into the Tavern.

 

"Speaking of the devil.."

 

 

 

 

Cairma

TG

Pun intended

[Ghaul]

The day was over for Daemon,and he was ready to leave the Yards.Though he has a room in the barracks,a roomed he shared with Liitha,he never slept there.And truth be told - neither did Liitha.After all,Daemon had a wonderfull home and a wonderfull family.Arie had recently given birth to their kids.Daemon was the proud parent of two sons.The twins were name Kastor and Kolin.As Daemon's thoughts drifted towards Arie and the twins he smiled.It was a rare event for Daemon,to smile otuside his home.In a surge of parental pride,he decided to stop by at the "Tower and the Shield",an inn often visited by Tower Guards,and to buy the TGs there a round of ale in honour of his boys.

 

And so he did.As he entered the inn he noticed a face he had not seen in here for quite a while - his mentee,Cairma.She was sitting on a table with two men and one woman he did not know.He knew the third man though - Aran.Yes just Aran,the man did not have a second name and there was something odd about him,though Daemon could not quite pinpoint it.

 

Cairma saw him too and said something that sounded much like speak of the devil. Well the devil this time did not had diabolical intentions.He walked right to them.

 

"Hello Cairma,Aran.I hope you would not mind me joining you." - as all five gavce him permission he sat down and turned to Cairma. - "I'm glad to see that you left the Groove Cairma,I was about to drag you out of there."

 

Both mentor and mentee smiled.As the maid was about to come to take his order Daemon shouted.

 

"A round of ale for everyone in here,it's my treat!"

 

He sat down and his answer to the questioning looks on his tablemates ws short.

 

 

"I became a father"

 

 

Daemon Ronshor

happy father

[Wayfarer]

It was a surprise to see Daemon. Though he was a far more common sight than Cairma, he had a wife to attend to as well. Though he liked the man's spearwork, it had been something that had caught Aran's attention a bit. Aiel had given spears a bad name, but the longer spear on the otherhand... Aran liked to either get in so close to an enemy they couldn't move properly, those who used larger blades. Or, he liked to be out of their reach, and a spear facilitated that.

 

Still, as the man took a seat, there was clearly something different about him. It took Daemon to explain to make it clear though. Cheering along with the others as Daemon added that there were twins no less, there was more to celebrate than a free round. Leading a toast, Aran held his mug up for others to match as he spoke.

 

"To your boys good health and may they grow up as strong as their father!"

 

The others joining the toast, Aran drained his mug quick enough and had another coming over his way. He'd gone through several rather quickly, slowing down was an option but Aran disdained it. What was the point of being in a tavern if not to drink?

 

Grinning at Cairma as Daemon answered a couple of questions from Marie about the babies, Aran had another question to voice. "You missed one of those mentors, only mentioned four. Who was the fifth? Sounds like your time as a trainee was pretty hectic, alot of jumping about."

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

Cairma waved her hand at the question. "it does not matter. it was aweful being bounced around. it made adjusting to here hard, and since i was such a farm girl it did not help. And each of them were very different in teaching too. Raekal could never keep anythign straight. He ragged on a little about this As Sedai, and nearly sliced me in a spar." Cairma stopped for a second and smiled to hersel. "but then again, i was supose to be dodge his hits to begin with, that that's probably my own bloody fault."

 

She sipped her drink, smiling at Daemon.

 

"And congrats on the Twins. I was wondering when you would start bragging about that wife of yours. Not many have the chance to marry thier bonded." She smiled as she noticed the drastic change in the mans' face. Leaning over to Aran, she spoke. "I have never, in my life of training with him, seen him smile. Lets hope his sons learn how to smile too."

 

Cairma raises her glass, "To Daemons Twins, may they be faster than him in every race! I could never seem to beat him."

 

She laughed.

 

"Hes fast for an old man. He made my runs through the gauntlet look like childs play." She frowned a little. "Bloody Gauntlet threw my right out on my back side the first tiem. broke my tailbone."

 

 

Cairma

TG

[Wayfarer]

Raekal was a familiar name now that he thought of it. Some Aes Sedai had given him a beating with a stick or somesuch, and Lyv had watched it. Or something like that, he couldn't really remember it all. Remembering names was about the best he could do, stories were a bonus.

 

But stories of Daemon were interesting, perhaps he had been a Grandmaster even then. He knew that the man had some age on him, and he hadn't come into his title recently. He'd possessed it ever since Aran had first arrived at the yards and taken on the scarlet cloak. Spear always was something he'd wanted to try, maybe someday soon.

 

But still, Cairma was opening up, it was always good to keep that sort of thing on a roll. Perhaps she'd even come out with them sometime and start to mix with a few people. Was always good to have new old faces, or old new faces, whichever.

 

"So what other weapons did you pick up? Surely that club of a sword isn't it? Heh, it doesn't even need an edge to do damage."

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

"Quarterstaff for balance and Dual Short swords to work out both my arms." Cairma patted her sword. "But beast is above all my favorite. Although i'll have to admit that seeing the Masters work with the Sword and the Staff i really wanted to learn. I'm not the greatest with them. And just learning to carry Beast with little effort took up most of my time as far as training girls. How often to you see a girl of my size carrying something like this?" She smiled as she guzzled the last swegs of her ale.

 

"All in all, training wasn't all that bad. If anything i loved it. Except the whoe pain endurance thing." She winced a little. "The guantlet was above all my favorite. Always a challenge. And its nice to know that something like that could still get the best of me if i dont' watch my back."

 

She smiled as someone started to play more of a dancing tune. "This isnt' too bad. Out here." Cairma watched as Aran's dagger throwing friend was still 'takign bets'. "Better than i expected anyways."

 

She watched in her own little world, taking a moment o pull her surroundings in. The ale effected her easily and she knew she was borderlining. her small frame and body type was not used to this many intoxins. Senses dull enough, she didn't care. She laughed witht he next joke, catching a look in Daemon's Eye, she half wondered if he heard her 'old man' comment. She giggled to herself, tipping over a little. Did it matter if her did?

 

 

Cairma Vishnu

TG

5 Posts up! ^^

[Wayfarer]

Aran didn't like the idea of pain endurance training. In his mind, it was far better to avoid the pain in the first place rather than intentionally put oneself through it. Besides, there were plenty of opportunities to be had for one to put themselves through painful trials without having to organise more. Then again, he didn't really like the idea of training either. Putting it into practice was much more preferable.... Well, drinking and wenching was much more preferable, but still if he had to choose between training and the real thing, real thing won out every time.

 

Still, she was enjoying herself and that was a start. If someone was having fun they were bound to do it again, and it was always good to have another drinking buddy. Especially within the company, and it'd be nice to have Cairma join them for there night's in the common room. Still, she needed another drink, as did he. Ordering a couple more from Kara as she passed by, the drinks were before them quickly enough.

 

Clinking mugs with Cairma, Aran took a swig himself before sitting it back down. "Of course its fun when you have your fellows around you. You should try coming out with us more often." Grinning, Aran nudged her with his elbow. "Besides, how am I meant to get a chance to hit on you otherwise? Eh?"

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[Ghaul]

Old man eh? Daemon pretendeded to not have heard that,but his mind was at work at how to get back at Cairma for that.And the opportunity just presented itself,courtesy of Aran.And it was a wonderfull idea,since it was something Cairma will remember for a long time.

 

Daemon drowned yet another mug of ale in toast to the twins health and wealth being.He was glad that Cairma was having fun,she deserved it,though she really needed to work on her drinking,a good Tower Guard needed to be able to take a drink ot few with fellow Guards.

 

As Gisele passed by them,Daemon motion for her to come and turned to Cairma.

 

"So Cairma,how about a bet?"

 

She smiled at him, "For what? I se no reason for a wager, unless your challenging me."

 

"Yes,it is a challange my mentee,and I am sure you're not affraid of this old man" - Daemon pretended to wobble,to the laughter of all on the common room.

 

Cairma laughs. "So you did hear me. It is nice to see that you have come to grips with your status." She sipped her drink. "No old man frightens me. What do you propose?"

 

"Well I would have propose that we throw knives as it is usually done here but that is not appropriate for now.How about we settle the conditions first.If you win" - Daemon made a pause for a dramatic efekt - 'If you win,and my boys ever decide to follow their father footsteps,you'll be the one to train them"

 

Cairma raises an eyebrow, not just to the wager, but to what he was admitting to. Daemon butting the life of his sons in her hands. "And if I loose?" She looked at him as if he had one too many pints of ale. Surely the man had to be joking

 

"And if you're to lose" - Daemon was not joking - "I will intorduce you to my wife,who will choose you a nice dress,teach you to dance and perhaps how to act a bit more ladylike,so you'll take one lucky Tower Guard to the dances that are planned for next week.I think Aran here will be perfect to be your dance partner"

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

"Of course its fun when you have your fellows around you. You should try coming out with us more often." Grinning, Aran nudged her with his elbow. "Besides, how am I meant to get a chance to hit on you otherwise? Eh?"

 

Cairma laughed. "I thought ou said thatou weren't interested." She winked as Daemon approached.

 

"And if you're to lose" - Daemon was not joking - "I will intorduce you to my wife,who will choose you a nice dress,teach you to dance and perhaps how to act a bit more ladylike,so you'll take one lucky Tower Guard to the dances that are planned for next week.I think Aran here will be perfect to be your dance partner"

 

Nearly chocking on her own laughter and shock, she was unwise with taking a sip of her Ale as he made his wager. Her hand was fast enough as the ale shot out of her nose in a rather embraresing,a nd painful manner. Laughing, she looked at him, wiping her stinging nose.

 

"You have got to be kidding me!" Cairma looked to Aran who seemed to be laughing at her own reaction. Looking back, the look on Daemons face seemed rather smug.

 

"No offence, old man, but as much as i would love to meet your wife, i would never be caught dead in a dress, twirling around as if i were Flounce. I'll leave that to the Aes Sedai."

 

One of the others at the table nudged her with a laugh. "It might be fun. not like you could loose to him."

 

Cairma laughed and shook her head. "I don't know... " She said with a smile.

 

"Risking his sons to see me in a dress.. that takes a fair bit of nerve." She looked to him. "Just what are you playing at?"

[Ghaul]

"What I am playing at?" - Daemon's face remain emotionless. - "I am playing at nothing Cairma,simply testing your nerves and skill.Accept this partly as training,and partly as me wanting to help you"

 

Daemon took a sip from the mug,and made a mental note to have it filled again once the maid come arrounf again.Cairma in the mean time was giving him another puzzled look.

 

"Lately you've been pushing yourself too hard Cairma.True the Path of the Blade is a forge,and it's disciples,like weapons in a forge, are folded again and again until they become as strong,endurable and flexible as possible.However,if you fold the steel too many times it will break. You do need some time out Cairma,and I am trying to arrange you some"

 

Ordering another mug as Gisele passed by,Daemon turned to Cairma.

 

"Plus,getting you into a dress is one way to get back at you for calling me an old man."

 

The last was said in a light tone of voice,which brought the humorous atmosphere back.