hehe, he's talking Red Shirts, no worries! :)

Kronos just started a new character. I don't think there are many freelanders around, these days. 

More PC's puts us at the mercy of more schedules for posting...

The private boards are mostly record keeping and you'll need a character for that. How can I help?

Edana watched the wide-eyed youth stride through the Gate and paused, leaning against pell with a grin on her face. Kynwric seemed in a rather good mood as he escorted the kid to Kilrin's office. Edana crossed the Yard and eyed the door. "Are you excited to have some new bodies to pound away on in the name of 'training,' Master Kynwric?" Her grin never slipping. "I seem to recall you preferring pells that move, as opposed to the stationary ones. What duty do you think the Kilrin will add him to? If I smile and wave, it'll be latrines. Should I smile and wave?" 

The door in front of them opened and nearly burst out laughing at his, "That was easy enough."

"I suspect it'll be the last time you say that for a while," she grinned. "Should I say welcome or buy you a conciliatory beer?" 

~Edana

<3

*tries to answer, but can't think of a single response that won't get her hit with the PG13 sign*

Loraine nodded, not releasing Kynwric's arm. Her stomach turned at the idea of being on either end of that leash. She'd heard what it could do and, while it made her feel better knowing Kathleen trusted her that much, the thought of the slightest slip causing pain...

She blinked and looked away, still not releasing Kyn's arm, though it was a bit more for support now than restraint. She cleared her throat. "We need information. I will send for as much as I dare, though I doubt me there's much beyond appearances that I can glean from my contacts. Scouts are a great idea, but should not be Aes Sedai. They do us no good if they are captured. I'm sure the Guard can offer us a few men to serve in this capacity. Kynwric can make those arrangements, if it suits?" She looked at the two other women, her stomach still not settled. "From there, it should be easy enough to reproduce clothing, and it will give us time to collect more information. I would much rather be over-prepared than under-prepared, in this scenario." 

She paused and took a deep breath. "And before you ask, yes, I am very aware of the urgency in this mission. Running off with a half-cracked battle plan has never served a general well and I can't see that this is any different. The first step in any battle is gathering information. Without it, you are walking in blind and are more likely to die. A scouting party will take a few days, clothing, another day with the right seamstress working on it. It would be better if we could get our hands on clothing without having to make it." Now she was thinking aloud, her mind clicking through scenarios. "Fewer chances of something not being right that way. Do you have any ideas about how easy a task that would be? Something a Guardsman could handle?" 

~Loraine

*smirks* He had to have something to lord over me, after all. "I was raised first."

Mordre had to look away from him, at that. Her cheeks flushed in pleasure and she felt a girlish giggle bubbling inside her. "Who knew Stone Dogs were so eloquently spoken?" she joked, trying to calm her reaction to his devotion before she looked back up at him. "Then know you that I mean to lay a bridal wreath at your feet, though when I do not know. I would not sentence you to being a widow before my training is finished, but I know not what comes after. It will not happen soon, Madoc. Are you prepared for the wait?"

~Mordre

Ed is always up for something! Either of you, so let me know if you need anything! :)

"Truly?" she asked quietly, not hiding the pleasure the idea gave her from him. Finally, something to smile about today. 

"Sept Chief?" she asked, her mouth falling open a bit. "No simple warrior, there, Madoc. I know not if I can be the Sept Chief's wife!" She grinned at him and shook her head. When he set his sights on something, he did not aim low, that was certain. 

~Mordre

Loraine stiffened, folding her hands in her lap to keep from responding to Jagen's outburst. "With respect, Jagen Sedai, Kynwric proved a point here. Any who would take offense over the idea of taking direction from another would give themselves away in their bearing alone. Mists may cover the smoothness of my cheeks and the streak of white in my hair, but I am Aes Sedai, with a century of life under my shawl. I am no Gleeman to hide that, Sister. Swallowing our pride may well be the only way around oaths we cannot speak. Light knows, it is the only idea I've heard thus far that won't see us dead or collared by the end of the first day." She stood and crossed the space to Kynwric quietly, laying her hand on his forearm with the hopes of calming the anger she felt boiling inside. "If this plan does not meet with your approval, then let us be about one that will and not give in to petty pride." 

~Loraine

Mordre barely refrained from growling in frustration. She clapped her hands on either side of his face. "Are you content to be a warrior, Madoc? What do you want? You claim I am speaking in riddles like a Wise One, but you still have not answered my question. You want an answer first? Very well. Yes, you are enough for me. You are frustrating and that is not likely to change. I am willing to deal with that, I have dealt with it thus far and I cannot imagine my life without your infuriating person in it. Now, what do you want?" 

Loraine was saved from answering by the knock on the door and rose quietly to answer it. She smiled at Kathleen on the other side and opened it wider. "My thanks for your haste, Sister. Won't you come in?" She waited for Kathleen to enter, then closed the door softly behind her. "I apologize for the hasty message, but I didn't want to give too much away with an Accepted carrying the missive. Please, make yourself at home. Would you care for some tea? Have you met Jagen Sedai?" 

She offered the newcomer a chair and moved to the sideboard without waiting for a response. She really hated feeling like she'd tossed the Green into a pool without a warning, but the urgency of this particular situation couldn't afford them much time for pleasantries. 

~Loraine

Mordre smiled at him. "Perhaps the answer to your question is the answer to mine. Have you considered that? My path has been chosen for me, sure. I choose who to walk it with. You've walked this far with me, Madoc. If your path leads you a different way, if what you want is vastly different from the path I've been forced to take..." 

Loraine felt her eyebrow arch at the idea of posing as a guard. "Do you believe anyone would believe me a guard, Jagen? I am Cairhienin, and not one of the taller, lithe ones, at that." She thought over the scenario, her eyes straying to Kynwric here and there. She'd been accused of being far too noble in everything she did, from eating to walking. Could she mask that along with her ability to channel? Worse, could she do it well enough to convince a Seanchan that she was what she'd claimed to be? Perhaps it work if she were of the merchant class, married below her station? Kynwric still carried himself like the farmer he was raised to be, even after decades of being bonded and married to her and forced into noble clothes more often than he liked. Who did she know in Tarabon? They hadn't had much reason to visit there, so she had to admit to being far out of her element there. How much would she have to change her appearance to not draw too much attention? Was she likely to be a liability, here? Light, to be caught...

Tell me, Loraine, does the bond make a Warder feel younger? More in his prime?" Jagen's voice penetrated her thoughts and she turned her attention back to the Red.

"I believe the better person to ask would be the Warder," she smirked. "As Kynwric is the only Warder I've ever had, I can only tell you that I feel little difference between him as he is now and when I bonded him. Experience and wariness, sure, but physically?" She shrugged a thin shoulder and turned to Kynwric. "What say you, Gaidin? I don't believe I've ever asked you how this affected you that way." 

~Loraine

Mordre tilted her head curiously, considering him.  "No one really knows what they will do until they are forced to do it, so it only makes sense to focus on what you want and put your feet on the path to do that. Sometimes the path is determined for you and that is not easy to accept. I understand that. I will accept it, forced though it may be. What of you, though? What is it you want, Madoc?"

HAHAHAHA

Seriously, you don't have to have a GOOD reason. Any reason will do. ;)

*smooches her warder firmly so his lips are all swollen first and grins*

There, all better! 

boredom? Needs a challenge? Saw a hot girl? 

Mordre laughed at that, shaking her head. "Provided he is a match for me, I doubt I will care much what his position is. The Car'a'carn would be far too busy for one such as I. I require far too much attention," she tilted her head at him. "Do you truly believe that a life of a simple warrior is all you have before you?"

Loraine felt her lip twitch at imagining Kynwric as a scout and she felt his opinion of the idea, too, which just increased her mirth. "Indeed, I see the logic behind the association, though Warders are worth far more than simple scouting."Going into this with just the three of them was a silly gamble and she was already poling the available Greens in her head with who she could ask to join them.

She stood slowly and walked to the desk in the corner of the room, penning a note to Kathleen requesting her presence. "One moment, please," she smiled warmly at Jagen, opened her door to find an Accepted, and send her off to find Kathleen before returning to her chair. " Have you a plan to rescue the Sister in question, already? What information do you have about her whereabouts? The Seanchan are very secretive and very good at protecting what they've got, I've heard. This will not be an easy extraction." 

~Loraine

Mordre shook her head against his chest, her lips twisting into a smile. He'd never see that he carried his future on his shoulders like a cloak. She didn't need to go to Rhuidean again to see that and the way others moved around him, she knew she was not alone. She decided to let that go, rather than give him a big head. Stone Dogs were bad enough without boosting their egos any higher. "Am I to be your first wife, then?" She laughed, shaking her head, again. "You believe you could handle me that long?"

~Mordre

Loraine nodded and turned to the tea set, twisting weaves to heat the water and dropping infusers into the pot loaded with ground green tea leaves, mint and orange zests. Clarity was particularly what was needed if a Sitter of the Red Ajah was standing in her sitting room. Jagen looked uncomfortable as she cast stiff looks towards Kynwric and it wasn't the sort of discomfort she was used to seeing in a sister of the Red Ajah. It was more the sort she saw from anyone who considered the Greens' relationships with their warders as unacceptable. She poured the tea as Jagen began talking, carrying the tray to the table sitting between their chairs and taking a seat herself. She kept her face still and hid any other reaction to the announcement behind the rim of her teacup. She was not used to such direct discussion without conversation coming first. She appreciated the difference, though a sister being enslaved by the Seanchan was troubling near to the point of nausea. Perhaps mint was a good choice, at that. 

She cast a look at Kynwric as she lowered the cup, then tilted her head back to Jagen. "You are asking for accompaniment from the Greens? Why not another Red?" Her mind was twisting around possibilities as she spoke. She was pretty sure she already knew the reason, but wanted everything to be clear. "What do you have in mind? Knowing your intentions will help me find someone to help you."  

~Loraine

Edana blinked at that. Light, she'd killed him. It was far from the first time she'd killed something, not even the first time she'd killed another person! It was the first time it had been a straight fight between she and them, though. She felt a little sick at the thought. She distracted herself, but the direction wasn't much better. Someone was going to take it from her, someday. The only way to do that was to kill her. "It's never over," she said softly, the realization settling on her shoulders. "Aye," she said. "I don't know about pride, but the responsibility is mine, now."

She watched the last of the crowd disperse, leaving them alone in the middle of the Yard. "I expect your wife will want an explanation, Master Kynwric. I should probably lay low for a while. I hear there's a good inn with great mead on the south end of Tar Valon, these days. It may well be time for me to investigate it properly." She dipped a bow and tried to smile. "Always a pleasure, my friend." 

~Edana