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Wes nodded, but only moved to sit on the bed. He thought about practicing his sword, but then remembered poor Lily, and that it would probably scare her half to death to see him wielding a sword so close to her. Instead he sat and began to weave, just complex weaves of Air, with 15 threads or more, for practice. Every so often he would look over to Kali carefully. He would protect her every way he knew how, even before the life of the little girl.

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((Yeah we are near the tower......relatively near))

(( Plus, I am no longer Wolfkin... ))

: Azalea sighed heavily as she shifted onto her side, she could not seem to get comfortable this night. Finally, she sat up and faced the two men still standing. Hearing Anon introduce himself, Azalea nodded, "I am Azalea Verde." She said simply, meeting Warren's gaze. Looking over toward the edge of the encampment, Azalea saw Gren still standing there, ever cautious, "That is Gren."

Azalea gazed into the fire Vasquez had made absently. I wonder what that gem Ter'Angreal does... She pondered over it's possible uses, sitting with her legs beneath her. She began to unclip her hair, and it fell down in whisps about her shoulders and back. Her golden red hair flowed about her, it's thick glossy curls inhanced by the glow of the firelight. Her eyes glowed against the flames, an emerald forest caught in a wildfire. She had a rather fox like figure, and her father had often referred to her as "his little vixen". She had mildly sharp features and she was lithe in form, but for a few curves in the perfect places. Azalea was a truly beautiful woman, though usually she was not around people, so it wasn't recognized. In truth, the two people she was around most were her friends Cara and Mercury, other than that she spent most of her time pent up in her room, mulling over paperwork or working on her compendium of all of the Power-wrought items in the Tower and their uses. The book was a huge undertaking, but it had been the only way she could pursue her love of Ter'Angreals while in the Tower. Sometimes she would practice with her sword, it was something that she enjoyed very much.

People often wondered why she had joined the Green Ajah and the the Blue or the Brown, and to their questionings she had no answer. Most thought the Ajah didn't suit her, but they didn't say such to her face, especially since she was the Sitter of the Greens. In truth, she didn't know why she had joined the Battle Ajah, but there was something about it that drew her to it that she could not explain. Her love of sword fighting and adventure? Her friendliness with men? Both may have been factors, but she doubted they were her reasoning. Once again, it must have been the eye. Nearly everything in her life had revolved around the Ter'Angreal, and she had to admit, most of her findings had occured after being accepted into the Green. She had often gotten them on raids and such that she would not have partaken in if it weren't for her Ajah...

Azalea was snapped back to the present as she heard the men's voices once again. She once again focused on Anon and Warren, drowning out her other thoughts. This would indeed be an interesting journey... :

Wolf stretches and picks up his gear and puts it all back on. He looks around one last time and walks into the forest. Wandering through the forset he picks up the smell of deer and crouches down and starts stalking the beast. Getting so absorbed into the stalk he never heard the small wolf puppy until it was amost crossing his path right in front of him momentarily disiplining himself for not being more aware of his surroundings he lunges at the small puppy catching it. He quicky starts soothing the distrought puppy, letting it know he is a wolf brother. He digs as much information out of the puppy as he can. He lets the puppy go after getting very little information out of the young animal he inhales deep and howls hopping for another wolf to respond. He gives up hunting the deer as it is probly long gone now that he wasted so much time trying to talk to the puppy. Wolf paces the area while waiting for a response.

((If you want me to stay out of the rp just say so, like how hard can it be.))

((I edited it I wasnt thinking clearly at that time I was half arguing with one of my roommates))

(( It's not that I don't want you in the rp, I could care less, but I'm just saying it is unrealistic because of how vast the forest is. Plus, I am not Wolfkin any longer. You might capture my scent because of framiliarity though. ))