So it would be difficult to RP my Seanchan with any SF ships as he hasn't landed or hit Randland area yet. ;)

Friend, do we not sail the same sea?? :)

Elgee you rock my world, as always :D

Thanks

Syl what do you want to RP? Does your novice like to get in trouble?

So I slept on it and I have a question.

Would any Seanchan care to RP some sort of interaction with my Windfinder's ship? I can NPC the Sailmistress and Cargomaster, as well as any sailors we might randomly throw in :)

or if other SF want in on the RP we can make it a big one, just an idea :)

thanks :D

*hugs*

I would really like to play my Wise One, but I have an ogier and windfinder as well? Up to you :)

Hey everyone :)

I have been gone a while but I am back, I would like to start RPing my novice, anyone interested? I want to advance her if anyone else is up for helping :)

Bio Linky:

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,13928.0.html<< Shalon/WT novice

I am back and getting active :-\

um I have found the links to all of my old bios except for Kyle's, he's BT. I think my Aiel WO, SF WF, and Ogier peddler are all considered FL though correct?

Heres the links :)

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,14334.0.html<<< Drea/ogier

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,13102.0.html<<<< Rhia/seafolk WF

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,12658.0.html<<<Nephuria/ Aiel WO

DM Handle: Shalon Casbin

Primary BT Character Name: Kyle

Additional BT Character Name: none

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The last three I'm not sure of, I think Kyle's bio is on page 11 in the bios, im an old member, but page 11 wouldn't load for me, 12 and 10 did. Odd, I know. anyway I will fix the info when I can get to his bio :)

So where do I get a leash?  ;D

so here i am :-*. lets RP. :D

anyone? ???

Shalon began to place her dresses in a neat stack on her bed as she looked around the room. She really had thought things would be better here, somehow grander, more exciting. So far she had walked until her feet hurt through endless hallways guided by women she had to always bow to, and now she was placed in a closet to share with another inmate until they learned enough to be made Accepted. She was beginning to see the logic behind what the Tower did. With poor conditions and harsh treatment as a Novice, not only did they weed out the weak, but they gave you a reason to want to succeed, a reason to try to do better and do it quickly. The candy with the rod, she was familiar with the method used to break and retrain with horses, never had she thought it could be used in this way.

"I am, from the Ra'had. Are you from the city?" She paused then spoke again "Where do we put our things? This is such a small room, you would think with a place this big we could at least have decent beds." Conversation. She was making conversation, that was why she discussed something she had already reasoned out. Something nagged her about that, it made her feel as if she were playing dumb. She knew the thought was a wisp in the winds of her mind, soon the thought would pass along with the words as the conversation flowed onward toward whatever destination the mind sought.

She idly pondered how strong in the Power the girl was. Perhaps she could help teach her something of the way it was done, some way to clear her mind of all the scattered thoughts and make it clean to accept the brilliance and powerful perceptions of saidar. She wanted so much to feel it, to be able to do what these others could.

Nephuria's back was very straight as she sat and listened to the torrent of words Ghaul tried to run together into some warped version of sense. He thought he would give them a taste of there own medicine? She had dealt with many stubborn men in her lifetime, but there were few she enjoyed as much as this one.  The Clan Chief thought much of himself, much indeed, to try and lecture Wise Ones.

Nephuria sat for a moment before speaking, her tone measured and easy "If you speak to me in that manner again, Ghaul, I will paddle you like the child you are. Not to myself or any Wise One. We deserve more than that." Her voice was quiet, it did not go beyond the edges of the rug they sat upon, it was for Ghaul, and she did not care for all to hear it.

She did not explain herself, she did not have to. Nephuria agreed with Ghaul and knew he was well intended for his people, but sometimes it took one with farther sight to truly see what must be done. Suddenly Nephuria understood something, it was as if a few pieces of a useless puzzle suddenly came together. 

Her gaze never shifted from his face but from the corner of her eye she saw Covina move, leaning forward. She focused on her, mentally noting the chain of events, “ I applaud you Ghaul, your efforts at dodging the issue at hand never cease to amaze me.; I agree with a whole heart that we need to be a united front publicly,  but that is not what I brought you here to speak of!” She stood, staring down at Ghaul her fists firmly on her hips.  “Nephuria will you leave us please! Ghaul and I have matters to discuss, and I will not shame him by revealing them to all!”

Nephuria took her time to gather herself before standing and walking toward the exit. "Covina, perhaps you will come to the sweat tent tonight after things are done?" Nephuria didn't wait for an answer, she left the two in the room, Ghaul looking angry and Covina looking angrier.

Nephuria gave a moment to sipping her drink before picking up where Covina left off. She would give the man no chance to come up with more quick answers with nothing logical to back them up. He would have them talking in circles if they allowed it, ending the conversation exactly where it had begun, accomplishing nothing.

"You dare to push us Ghaul? What is it you think we Wise Ones are here for? To look pretty and strut around looking important? You seem to want to take all of the credit for every move the Aiel make. Partially this is your burden to carry, but by and large it is not. We are the ones to hold the Clans together. We walk the Dream where it is no longer safe, just to ensure that our people are where they need to be and taken care of. You presume to say that we do not work hard enough and in turn need a man to urge us along like small children? Do I look like a child to you Ghaul? Should I braid my hair and hike my skirts so I may run for the Clan Chief since he seems to be all knowing and have the answers to what the Aiel should do next?"

Nephuria's eyes were fire by the time she was done speaking, but the heat did not reflect into her voice. She sat cross legged, next to a woman she was coming to like, and a man who she knew had good intention but was to bull headed to listen to reason by half. A quagmire surrounding a large bubbling mess that was the Aiel peoples situation.

"You presume to say you push us Ghaul? Do you think we need pushing? Do you not think that if we thought we could fix some of this mess, we would not do it?! Do you think we do not push ourselves, push each other? Do you really think we need the meddling of a Clan Chief to make us hurry? No, we do not. As A matter of fact you seem to make things harder at every turn." Nephuria paused a moment there, a finger to her bottom lip in thought. Perhaps the Clan Chief would do better with a wife, a Wise One wife, to keep track of him. It wasn't the first time such thoughts crossed her mind, but for the first time, she seriously considered.

Ghaul spoke, but one thing in particular stood out in Nephuria's mind. "Dire time require dire measures, Nephuria, and these are indeed dire times. We are at war with the treekillers that call themselves the Rogue Guild, a war which we can win in a day, but a war which we must fight according to the Car'a'carn wishes."

She had paused for a long moment before adding in the most dangerous voice she had come out with tonight. "You think we would have already won this war if the Car'a'carn let us raid the city and take prisoner, all those who call themselves members of a Guild? No, it would cause mass anarchy, not even the Car'a'carn could stop. The People of the town would revolt. Our spears are many, but with there military and civilian persons we would lose a great many spears. More than I would be willing to trade for one small wetlander city." She paused, taking a breath. "Watch your tongue when it come to matters of the Car'a'carn. He is still in Wise One hands."

Shalon followed the Aes Sedai who carried the title Mistress of Novices through the hallway of the novice quarters. She watched as the woman seemed to glide in front of her, listing the things expected of a Novice and the expectations of clean garments and a neat room.  Some of it was common sense, others were odd rules but strictly enforced. She knew living in the Tower wasn't easy or much fun, but she had no idea how right she was.

The Aes Sedai came to a stop before one door. It was the same as all the others with its gleaming white surface, but Shalon knew it wasn't like the others. This was her room. This was it, she was here. There was no turning back now, she was the Tower's. There was a strange feeling of comfort in that. A Tower full of women who wanted nothing more than to see her succeed. She hoped that was all they wanted.

Opening the door Shalon entered with three white dresses in her left hand and her comb and a small needle working kit in her right. She stopped short as the door closed behind her. Sitting on one of the beds was a girl who looked oddly familiar, an Ebou Dari.

Shalon sat her things down on the other bed, the one not in use, and turned, smoothing her white skirts. She smiled warmly and spoke with the heavy accent of her home.

"Hello, my name is Shalon Casbin." pausing, Shalon looked around the small cramped room. Her beaded braids clicked together gently as her head turned. "It seems we are to be room mates, although there doesn't look to be much room to spare." She giggled at that and turned to flounce down on the bed. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as it looked and she felt the hardness of the bed frame beneath her. How did they expect to move someone out of there home, into a different land, and then give them the worst rooms they could find? The White Tower did what it wanted, that was how.

Nephuria's blood threatened to boil. Covina spoke and her word was as good as set in stone now. The woman would be gai'shain, but Nephuria would not stand by without letting her displeasure be known. The Head Wise One was first among equals, not a Queen like these weak wetlanders let rule them blindly and without thought of there own.

She would not rant and she would not speak out of turn, her training had been long and hard and any emotion that ran away with her would have been a dishonor to her teachers. She waited in angry silence while Covina spoke. Nephuria shared a long moment of heated eye contact with Cor, her feelings mirrored in his bright eyes. They shared a moment of pure unbelievable anger through that moment's look.

Nephuria stood with her hands casually by her side, her back straight and head erect as she peered down her nose at the wetlander woman still half naked before them. She knew the looks she could give, and even a member of her own Clan would have reason to run had she been looking at them in this way. She could feel her anger trying to blaze through reason and thought, to sear her mind with it's flames and unleash itself upon the woman on the ground. Mentally she bottled her anger and sat it on a shelf. Devoid of feeling it gave her voice a grave quality.

"If she is to be made gai'shain then so be it, but to me, this woman is dat'sang." Nephuria's eyes lost all heat and she peered above the womans head at the other Aiel in the tent. She no longer saw the woman before her, to Nephuria, the woman was like a large pile of poo in the middle of the floor that gave of a putrid scent of fear and dirtiness. She would not recognize this woman again, not untill she had proven herself worthy of the honor to be made gai'shain.

Nephuria's mood was dark. A wetlander gai'shain in there camp. The Car'a'carn would be displeased if he knew, but there were things men did not need to know, with that man it was sometimes more so. Dat'sang. The woman was dat'sang. Nephuria already planned to find the woman and start her on hole digging, if nothing else perhaps it would break some of the weakness of her limbs and legs. Putting the thoughts of the travesty that just occurred out of her mind she watched as the room was emptied.

Covina looked over at her and Nephuria knew there minds had hit the same target. Maiden handtalk passed quickly between them, where none could see, none could object.

"Ghaul, we need to speak with you a moment." Covina was speaking to the Clan Chief's back, and Nephuria knew he was about to walk out anyway. Quickly she sidestepped him and blocked the exit. Her hands went to her fleshy hips and her set was stubborn. The light of the Power surrounded her, and she could feel saidar coursing through her veins.

She spoke without any of the heat she felt in her voice. "Let us sit, we have matters to discuss." She was prepared to make the Clan Chief sit and listen if he intended to act like a stubborn mule.

Covina took her time pouring the tea, before sitting down. She also made a point of straitening her skirts with exaggerated slowness before motioning Nephuria to speak. Nephuria poured herself a small cup of cool water from one of the sweating pitchers before looking up with eyes that yelled 'I will not deal with this nonsense.'

Ghaul took his seat across from the two women, and Nephuria nearly sighed with relief, nearly. The man could be as stubborn as a bull. And more prideful than a Thunder Walker on a mission. "You push us Ghaul, and you do it on purpose. We tier of your games. There is a reason men fear to walk where Wise Ones tread, a reason I think you have yet to learn. Ghaul, do not give us reason to make you learn it, we need little excuse."

Nephuria's demeanor went from threatening to that of an older sister chastising a rogue youth. It was hard to explain the relationship between Wise Ones and Clan Chiefs, but it was always an onerous task to keep them in check. Looking to Covina, Nephuria waited for her to speak, with two Wise Ones it was always good to be on your toes. They would hit him from two sides one after another, wearing him down, try to at any rate, before getting to there true intention.

Nephuria could tell it was going to be a bad day, she had woken up this morning to find that one of her necklaces was broken. Apparently, in her haste to take off the adornments last night she had broken the clasp. She looked the piece over noticing the fine gold chain supporting a small ruby set in a gold fastener. Sighing, she decided to take the necklace to be fixed, and on her way to another Wise One she knew, one who could work the Power on metals, she noticed Cor with a wetlander woman on his back. It was unusual for Nephuria not to speak to someone she knew, and she had reason to speak to this one in particular. She smiled and stopped her approach as the woman began kicking and fighting like a cat in a sack, and as the cat had no hope in a bag, the woman was lost to Cor's impressive muscle. Nephuria's smile brightened a little as she saw Cor remove the woman's clothes and thoroughly spank her pale bottom. Her cries were weak and high, like those of most women in these lands. Welanders were a dishonorable, weak people, they would never be able to make it as Aiel. She decided against speaking and tucked her necklace into her pouch as she saw where Cor was headed. She was closer to the tent than he, and made it inside with enough time to get herself welcomed and comfortable. She wasn't comfortable long. It appeared Cor had interfered with the business being done today, the questions that he had no right to halt or claim first rights on. This was Wise Ones business.

She stood with the Wise Ones, the Head Wise One among them, in a tent used to question prisoners, and knew now who the woman screaming had been. She knew it was to be a bad day. Cor entered the tent with the wetlander woman infront of him. She was brought before the small group of Wise Ones, each woman took her time in looking before the Head Wise One spoke. Nephuria's face was stone, revealing nothing of the contempt she held for one who once upheld the law, and now chose to break it. No, nothing of her feelings showed, not even the slow bubbling anger she seemed to be gathering.

“What is your name?” Covina asked, sounding every bit the Wise One she was.

The wetlander licked her lips and cast her eyes fearfully to Cor. She spoke to the ground, had she been Aiel, Nephuria would have thought her grievously shamed, but wetlanders had no shame, or honor. She spoke quietly “Alianna Karalev.”

“You’re not a Treekiller… a Cairhienin as you call them.  What were you doing in Cairhien?”

“I am… was a thief catcher…”

“Was?” Ghaul interrupted from the center of his men.  The Wise One's collectively glared at Ghaul, he needed a sitting down, nd he glared back.  The Wetlander sat ignored, Nephuria glanced at her to make sure she did not flee like vermin before the light.

“Continue.”

“I was following a man, a would-be assassin and kidnapper from Caemlyn.  When I got to Cairhien I noticed the Aiel… your camp… er… city… umm…Well, I met Cor who agreed to help me find him.  Eventually we did, and that’s when…” Alianna Karalev stared at the ground.

“When and how did you join the rebel group?”

“I… umm… Well I…”

“Continue with you story.” Covina sounded impatient, Nephuria felt the anger coming to a slow boil.

“Cor and I chased the man over the rooftops in Cairhien.  Eventually he came to a dead end… or sorts… or however dead endish you can get on a rooftops.” Corvina impatiently motioned for her to stop babbling and continue.  “He turned to attack Cor and Cor was about to kill him.  I umm… I… er…” Her eyes became moist with unshed tears.  “I uh… I hit Cor over the head with my quarterstaff and ran off with the man.”  Nephuria's outrage was impressive, if her face had shown what she felt the woman would turn and run no matter how many spears stood the opposite ground. She was weak, and wanted to cry, but for what? For the decision she made and the actions she committed. Nephuria felt no empathy for this woman, this wetlander.

Moments passed before Ghaul and Covina asked simultaneously “Why?”

“I… I don’t know.” She began crying! “If I could go back, I would have just let Cor kill him.  But…  But he was just going to kill the man, without him ever having a chance to defend himself.  I…  That’s… How…  That’s not how I see justice.” she stammered out.

“And is that when you joined the rebels?”

“The man told me off the Theives Guild who were working against the Aiel occupation…as they called it.  But because I wasn’t a thief, I wasn’t allowed in the Guild and so they sent me to the Sons of Cairhien as protection and thanks for helping one of theirs.”

“How much do you know about the Sons of Cairhien.”

“Not much.  They tried to prevent this sort of thing from happening… us being tortured for information.  But our gathering was headed by Lady Dulcei who was captured with me.  We always met at different places and we weren’t allowed to carry weapons to the new locations, we were always armed there to avoid detection.  That’s all I know.”

“Why did you join the Sons of Cairhien?  You could have refused their protection and left the city at any time.”

“That would require me to go through the Aiel camp.  I wasn’t about to risk that.” she said almost humouredly“I felt I needed their protection to avoid capture and immediate death from an Aiel patrol for aiding a fugitive and attacking an Aiel.”

Nephuria turned to the others and let her face reveal little, but enough to let it be known she was in no good humor, the look was shared among them. They all spoke until Nephuria would not hold her tounge another moment.

"I do not know why we waste time here," she said in a voice that would scare a lion, "she is a wetlander and worse, she forsook everything she claims to stand for to run the streets as a tough, I say give her to the Maidens and let us be done."

"We are here to see justice done Nephuria, not punish them for being dishonorable and weak people, the Car'a'carn seeks justice for them as well as ourselves, you know this. We can not say we seek justice if we do not give it. What of her now though? We cannot simply let her go, she has learned some, if not much. Perhaps enough to bring harm where it is not wanted. " Covina looked thoughful as she concidered what might be done.

Deliese, a woman Nephuria had known since her first years of being a Wise One, looked angry, a mirror of Nephuria's feelings, her father too had been a Stone Dog and the two women got along well. As she opened her mouth to speak the wetlander suddenly spoke, quickly and out of control, like someone drowning and looking for any way out.

“I’m sorry.  I beg for the chance to correct my actions, whatever the cost.”  Her voice was strong, clear of any sobs for the first time in what seemed a good while.

Ghaul was the first to react to her sudden outburst. "Just like an Aiel, all that's missing is for her to ask to be taken Gai'Shain"

Nephuria's eyes were ablaze but her voice was calm. "She cannot ask to be taken Gai'shain Ghual, she is not Aiel. We are not Shaido. We do not take wetlanders for our pets, we have no servants."

"Nephuria is correct," Deliese was crisp, meaning she was ready to bite something, she was better at controling herself than most. "You are not Aiel. Ghaul, she does not know what she asks for. She has no concept of ji'e'toh and will not understand the reason she must wear the white, or what it means. It will do her no good."

Nephuria's eyes were fire. The Head Wise One spoke, and she would listen. She did not look to see if Diliese was half as rigid as she knew she herself must be.

Shalon's backside was beginning to become sore from sitting on the hard floor for the better part of the past two hours. Accepted Rossa sat before her, Shalon could feel the slightest tingling on her skin, a feeling she was learning meant a woman nearby was channeling. For the past two hours Shalon had tried to envision herself as the bank containing the stream, guiding and containing the river as her body must guide and contain saidar. She had learned enough to know that saidar was a force, one that must be surrendered to before it would allow you to use it in any real way. Surrender. Shalon wanted to scream in anger, or perhaps box someone's ears. How did one make themselves surrender to this great power, a power that could kill them if they drew to much, this power that could overwhelm you, burn you out. How surrender to something you perceive as a possible threat to your personal wellbeing? She closed her eyes again.

Bringing the river and bank into her vision she was surprised as Rossa made her stop and close her eyes anew. She listened with her eyes closed, creating a picture as the Accepted spoke the words. She was a flower, a beautiful lily, orange and fresh, the flower looked real to her, small beads of dew formed on the outside of the closed bud. She admired the lovely flower, saw her own beauty reflected in it. In a very odd way she felt as if she were the flower. She could feel the sun on her back, the warmth of it coercing her to open her petals to drink in the gloriousness of its touch. The sun was a light just out of sight, casting illumination all around her. She felt herself open to it, felt the power of it flood her being. Every hair on her body seemed to feel and test the air with new enthusiasm, like a child first seeing the world around it.

Colors were amplified and she felt an overwhelming sence of joy and contentment. She could feel the Power inside her. She opened her eyes and smiled at the Accepted. She had done it! She found the Power. It lasted seconds, and was gone. Her smile went with it. She was about to start a list of vile curses she had heard from some of the men in the Ra'had, when an Aes Sedai and two girls in white approached. Standing quickly Shalon bowed along with Accepted Rosssa. She stood mute as the Aes Sedai spoke with her teacher, and looked at the other two girls in white.

Shalon knew she was different from most women who she had met here. Her skin was as dark as that of the Sea Folk, but not from long days on open seas with the sun on your back, her skin was a natural warm dark chocolate color, and her light hair made stark contrast of her ebony skin. The beaded braids she wore now clicked faintly as she looked one of the girls up and down. She had seen her do the same and thought it rude, so returned the favor. To her surprise, the girl waved a friendly hello, Shalon returned it with an unsure smile.

It had been such a nice day, what was she to get into now? She wasn't sure she wanted a lesson with these other girls, what if they could do it and she could not? She would look like a fool. Slowly anxiety began to replace any animosity she had toward the new arrivals.

Drea sat atop her the seat on the front of her over-sized wagon holding the reigns of the two plodding oxen before her. Gary and Elza were good animals, if slow. She could walk faster and farther without then, or jogged for a few miles, but then again her home was too heavy for her to drag along behind her.

She was very careful with the two beasts when in a crowd, and if anything could be called a crowd this was it. People from everywhere seemed to walk the pathway on the bridge that gave admittance to the great island City. Beautifully worked towers and spires soared above the city, thin lace like bridges connecting upper levels from one spire to another. In the center the White Tower stood, taller, wider, and somehow more regal then anything that might reach even half it's hight.

The Groves near Tar Valon were kept by the Aes Sedai and Drea was making it a point to visit the ancient grove as soon as possible. Now, however, was not the time to think of the trees. The guard at the bridge seemed only somewhat shocked to see an Ogier steering a peddlers wagon drawn by an oxen team. Drea was into the city in relatively no time, with only minor pauses for others who seemed to be in a large hurry, and soon large worked stone buildings surrounded her.

Humans were known for there hastiness and no where was that more evident in a city, people ran from store to store and around the street without slowing but plenty of pauses to stop and speak or take a gander in a window or a plate of goods. It all made for a myriad of orderly madness that bread life into the streets of Tar Valon.

Drea's gaze swept across the crowd and fell on a young woman, a peddler by the look of her, speaking to an Aes Sedai. The Aes Sedai was expected, this was there home, but the man sitting on the back of the wagon was a shock to her. An Ogier sat apparently in thought on the back of a wagon. Carefully Drea made her way toward the group of people, the oxen forging a path through the people.

Pulling up short of the other wagon Drea dismounted from her seat and walked forward to rub the ear of her black bull. Smiling she hailed the closest woman, the one that was Aes Sedai. "Honor to you Aes Sedai, Honor to you fair peddler. I am Drea, daughter of Halima, daughter of Willow, it is my honor to meet you." Smiling she met each woman's gaze, but she couldn't stop her eyes from venturing toward the male Ogier.

as soon as my bio is approved I would love to RP :D

I think that would make me a Recruit and low enough :D

*checked inbox and is re-sending new bio*

Yes Ghaul :twisted: I can almost make a RP fit anywhere on the board :D

Speaking of *pokes Ghaul with a staera* I directed the end of my post to you in the sweat tent ;)

*plots a CoL and Band member*

Hello!

*balefire's randomly placed goat*

There is no maddness here.... :shock:

okay :? maybe some...

Woot, Arie you are amazing :D I am invading the boards, slowly but surely :D

Candy does taste better from strangers......

:shock:

Nephuria watched the man who was late into the tent. His beard was a shock, and his long hair strange. She knew little about those Aiel who lived close to the Blight, but the man actually seemed to want to shrink away from people, Nephuria took it for a lack of self-confidence, a trait that should have been being worked out by a Wise One, a man with responsibility had different obligations than one who held a spear among many. He was expected to be confident and self-assured.

The comment that he had never tasted oos’quai meant he was smart in her book, smart or a very good fighter, a proper warrior would not be drunk when battle could come from any direction. The Wise One's had given up drinking anything but water since the beginning of the fighting with the Wetlanders. The Aiel in the camps and the Shaido, they were a thorn in all the Wise One's palms that she wished she could forget, plus the Car'a'carn made making time for much hard, much less time to drink.

She could feel the loosening of muscles in her legs as she scrapped the staera along the skin of her calf and shin, mud and dust swirled in maze of light gray and brown mush as it was whipped away revealing smooth, clean, sun darkened skin.

Noticing Cor looking past rather than directly at her, Nephuria tilted her head slightly, damp white-blond hair falling forward around her face, hiding the direction her eyes followed. She could see Cor staring at Caliendrha so that he probably wouldn't have noticed a spear in the ribs.

At the mention of wetlander's and dancing there was sense of reality rushing back in, so much so that it was uncomfortable. Nephuria relaxed the muscles in her back and tried to loosen the one that seemed ever present behind her eyes.

She waited for what banter the Maiden would counter with, but mentally her mind was working furiously. Perhaps the woman would one day leave the spear for a husband, but could she somehow hurry the two along? The slow working of the scrapper on her legs was done thoughtlessly, cleaning with ever stroke expertly. The Wise One's often used the privacy of a sweat tent to speak at length about matters concerning them, working the staera slowly and effectively while still debating and discussing plans.

Laughing she motioned at him as if showing off a prize carcass after the hunt, "Next he will be begging you to make a bridal wreath if you aren't careful." leaning forward she laughed and pulled her long hair over her right shoulder so she could scrape her left one, she spoke looking at the maiden, " Of course you could do worse, he is quite pretty after all." that she said with an approvingly amused smile for Cor. The whisper was loud enough to be heard around the tent, but it was meant for Caliendrha. Nephuria laughed with genuine amusment, how long it seemed since she had done so she was unsure, but it felt good.

Still, she made it a mental note to speak with the young Society leader at some time in the near future. In her mind he was far too young to be left so unwatched, of course she would never say it in that way.

Ghaul had come in at some time during her talk with the Maiden and Nephuria had not had the chance to speak to him until now. Speaking loud enough to be heard across the tent, but low enough not to intrude on other conversation, Nephuria spoke companionably to the Aielman "I see you Ghaul, may you always find water and shade."