Maethir is coming towards the inn after a long day of working. The quietness the place offers is a nice reward after being around an army all day and the city. Musing her hair a little the scout blows out a sigh through her mouth that is heavy and, well, tired. All she wants is a nice cup of tea and a quiet moment to herself.

Savina has been outside for a good deal of the day as well however her time was not around the army.  She went out for a ride, still steaming after her lecture from her Sedai and Warder guardians.  She stands by the reflecting pool watching the reflections of leaves and flowers dance with the ripples.  The sound of footfalls on the stone path draw her from her little reverie, causing her to look up.  Ahh, a familiar face!  "Hello," she smiles to Maethir.

Blinking once, the woman looks up from where she'd been watching the ground as she walked and glanced about, spotting the young girl who had been speaking to her. "Oh- hello. Still looking for adventures in the city?" How to tell the two apart? Mae had no idea. "Or have you been put under lock and key yet?"  [Maethir]

"I haven't met a lock that can keep me yet," Savina grins, "however my ears are sore from lectures about how to act like a 'proper lady'.." she makes the quotation marks in the air as she speaks.  "You know," the Kandori begins, "you remind me of someone."  [Savina]
 
Maethir just snorts. "Proper lady? Well behaved women seldom make history." Then, of course, the woman cleared her throat a little, "But you didn't exactly hear that from me. You can say you overheard it from the common room or something." Musing her hair again the Bander simply rolled her shoulders. "I pity them then if I remind you of them. I'm not exactly the most proper of people about."

Savina nods to Mae's words about well behaved women rarely making history.  It's true after-all.  "Oh I don't think it's a bad thing, your reminding me of someone that is."  The blonde begins to describe a Kendrick in fairly good detail that the player can't recall because she's kind of brain-goo at the moment.  "Said his name was Kendrick Hawes."

Maethir actually pauses at that name, staring at the young woman for a good couple of seconds longer than she usually would before looking away. "No idea who that is- the world is a big place after all." Looking back at the twin she quirked a brow up slightly. "So what are your plans now your in the city?"

Savina blinks a couple of times, "it's around the eyes," she gestures to her own, trying to recover from awkwardness, "that you reminded me of him."  Yeah.. that was even more awkward.  She looks at the ground, examining her boot for a moment and even going to far as to brush off some odd thing that clearly only she can see.  "Well," she stands and brushes her hands off on the extra length of her tunic just over her bottom, "with all of the people looking for recruits - the White Lion people, which I still don't understand all of their history yet and no one wants to talk about it - as well as all of the camps around Caemlyn that I saw while out for a ride, I might just hang about for a bit.  You?"  Mental face palming has occurred, duh, Mae's with General Mat.
 
"My best advice is to not join any of the mercenary camps around the city, lass." Sighing, Mae reached up and scratched the back of her neck gently. "While they might be under the crown's coin, loyalty only goes as far as one is willing to pay." The older woman can't help but smile softly then chuckles, giving the twin a little look "It could be interesting of you join the Lions... but then you'd be stuck in the city all the time, yes?"  [Maethir]
 
"Emphasis on the term 'stuck'.  I have a feeling that their apparent resurgence is a political move and I avoid Daes Dae'mar as if it were running towards me with a spoonful of cod liver oil."  Savina shudders a little and makes a face, that oil is HIDEOUS.  "I like cities well enough but, sometimes I just want to go out and ride."  [Savina]

Maethir simply rolls her shoulders a little. "You have to consider the fact that any group you sign up with, if that is what you do, has some sort of... political agenda even if they don't realize it." Yes- even the Band with all the Lordlings running it even if they don't realize it. Reaching up she mused her hair again. "Signing up with the Andorans means staying in Andor. It's not something I would want to do- I like to travel. Which is why I'm in the Band."

Savina considers Mae's words for a moment. "True, politics always finds it's way into everything."  She glances over to the bench and sits down, crossing one leg over the other. "If you don't mind me asking, how many places have you traveled since you've been with the Band?"  Savina's not a stranger to travel but it's been rather limited.  Chachin, Tar Valon, Caemlyn, Murandy was the usual route.

"Enough." Chuckling the woman shifted where she stood, crossing her arms slightly. "I signed up shortly after those Aiel attacked Cairhien- Light was that an experience. I have to admit the things I've seen after are actually calmer than that. Even with those bloody invaders to the west." Then Mae canted her head a little studying the younger woman. "It doesn't matter how many places a person has been or anything- it's about the people you surround yourself with."  [Maethir]

Savina can agree with that, it is those you are with as opposed to where you are that makes the day.  When Mae brings up the invaders to the west the blonde purses her lips a bit, clearly puzzling over her words before speaking.  "I've heard stories but, you know how rumors fly faster than truths, about the army to the far west.. that their armor makes them look like monstrous insects.  It can't be the Sea Folk, they don't usually leave their ships."

Maethir rolls her shoulders a little and gives a sigh. "I don't think its them. There is a... difference about them. Something odd and not just the way they talk but the way they act." Again Mae shrugged. "Not that I talked to a lot of them or anything- I just do the scouting work."

"Well I would trust the eyes of a scout over the herbalist any day."  Savina rolls her neck a little and rolls her shoulders before putting her foot on the ground flat.  Placing her hands on either side of her on the bench she leans back slightly. "Its probably a good thing too else we'd not be talking."  [Savina]

Maethir just grins a sly little grin that cause mischief to dance in her eyes. "Oh I do my job well- at least I hope I do. So far no complaints." Chuckling softly, Mae settled her hands to resting on her hips. "The Band is a good group and Cauthon has some bloody good luck. We'd never trade where we are with anyone else though. Even me- and I can tell you I'm not the sort to easily stick with one place for long times."

Savina's lips form a smile as Mat is brought up, but doesn't every girl smile when he's the subject - even in passing?  "I asked the serving girl at the Lion's Banner why he wasn't allowed to dice there anymore, I know it was terrible of me to but I had to know," she knows she should mind her own business but when the man himself says he's not allowed there's a reason. "She told me he had the biggest streak of luck she'd ever seen in her life, won quite a few gold crowns of the local Lords and they stiffed Marston.  To me that sounds like they were poor losers, you don't gamble if you can't afford to loose."

"Nobles are like that. They think just because they have a title means they are inherent to people letting them get their way. Especially the younger ones or so I've seen." Mae can't help but laugh a little at the explanation either- Mat's luck does tend to get people a little on the uppity side. "The thing with his dicing is that he's just good at it. They have enough coin to lose if you ask me."  [Maethir]

"More than enough from what I've seen," Savina clucks her tongue in disgust, nobles should act as their title implies and not be uppity little snots, "I've seen too many go without, this past winter was hard especially following the arid summer we had.  At least I've been able to help when and where I can."  After a moment she actually shakes her head, "Enough of the 'nobles' who are sore losers, I'm glad Mat, can I call him that?.. won."  [Savina]

Oh the moment is too right and precious not to do it. "He actually really likes Lord Mat or Lord Cauthon. Next time you see him try it out." It might be a little cruel, but at least she would be the one getting the blunt end of whatever he could say rather than the young girl. "He has an army to pay the tabs for- he better be winning."  [Maethir]

"Alright, I'll try to remember that!"  Savina beams a bright smile to Maethir, clearly not seeing the well placed snare she's about to run headlong into the next time she meets the General.  [Savina]

"No, I don't think that I will," Savina shakes her head a bit, her braid falls from her shoulder to hang down her back, "I'd rather sit back and see what happens there.  Maybe Lord Mat can relieve them of their earnings, which would be entertaining and beneficial for all."  She'd love to see the luck in action, that'd be very cool.  [Savina]

A young tiny woman enters the courtyard, stopping once inside to admire her surrounds. Her light brown eyes move around the courtyard and seeing Savina and Maethir, a grin causes her eyes to light up with laughter. She moves across the space, her ankle length leather boots making no noise. She has forgone her cloak this evening, only wearing her leather pant, jerkin, and her long many pocketed vest. Stopping to just in front of the other two woman, "Light's Blessing's," her grin still in place.   [Rowena]

"It's quite a show I can tell you that- better yet when the little lordlings are starting to whine." With a soft chuckle, Mae glanced towards the street entrance when Ro moved in to the courtyard. Grinning wide the scout gave her a friendly nod. "Welcome to the quietest of inns within Caemlyn that the Band hasn't taken over. Yet."  [Maethir]

Savina grins at Mae's words and at Ro's entrance.  "I can only imagine.  Hi Ro! Enjoying the warmer evenings?"  She notes that Rowena is without her usual cloak this day.

Savina nods as Mae heads off to see whatever it is she was summoned to check on.  Life of a scout and all of that.  "No cloak?" the blonde asks Rowena, noting she's without it today.

Rowena nods at Savina. "It's starting to warm up. Mind if I join you? I don't have to be on watch tonight." She lifts her small right shoulder, wincing at the movement. Lifting a dainty left hand, she begins to massage the area. "I am  going to kill Mortai." she says in a mutter.

Savina gestures to the bench, "Pick a spot, any spot."  As Rowena nurses her shoulder concern passes across Savina's face.  "What happened."

Making his way in from the north, Wyl begins to divert eastward, heading quietly away from the gathered group when he hears a couple familiar voices.  No longer needing to break into the inn, a grin forms on Wyl's face.  The young woodsman continues the path east, diverting back towards the center when the path splits.  He saunters over towards the now-two.  It's not the most direct of paths, but it works.  "So, you're still out and about?", the young man asks somewhat teasingly as he looks in Savina's direction.  He ignores, for the moment, the mention of murder.  [Wyl]

Rowena sits beside her friend, still rubbing the sorely abused shoulder. "Well, maybe it's kind of my fault as well, but I asked him to train me on the crossbow and he has. Now, he hunts me down at all hours to practice." A grimace crosses her tanned face as Wyl arrives, and she continues to massage her shoulder, rotating it as well. " 'ello, Wyl, was it?"

"Yep," the blonde chirps cheerfully, smiling warmly to Wyl.  "Want to join us?"  It's the boy with the pretty eyes!  As Rowena begins to explain the situation that calls for Mortai's demise Savina listens attentively.  "Ahh, crossbows.  That's a bit more arm strength than I have.  A noble task to learn it though." she nods in approval to Rowena.  [Savina]

Wyl nods to Savina with a warm smile, the girl who complimented and smiled at him before.  "I'd be glad to," he says.  Turning his head toward Rowena, he gives a friendly nod.  "I don't like crossbows... for myself.  I'd rather trust my arm and aim, than a contraption," he offers.  Turning back to Savina, he would place a hand on hers and ask, "Did you still want me to show you a spot to practice tomorrow?"

Rowena winces again as she lets her arm down, dropping her left hand in the process, " I am still trust my bow, I just wanted to learn other things in the Band." She turns a grin Wyls way, her left dimple flashing briefly, a blush rising in her tanned cheeks, "I do believe I owe you an apology."

Savina tilts her head curiously at Wyl's words.  "I'm not sure I follow.." she couldn't have been that drunk because she remembers stealing a kiss and calling Kaden Captain Tight Pants.  "It is good to learn new things," she nods to Rowena, "even if they bite back."  She then looks back to Wyl, "Even though I don't remember the offer I'm always looking for a good place to practice."

Wyl blinks several times at the last, looking a bit confused.  Perhaps it is that someone looking identical to Savina asked him that very thing mere hours ago.  He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out, still looking confused.  As if to break out of that thought, he winces and turns his head, "So," he says in Rowena's direction, then asking curiously "What would the apology be for?"

A blush still staining her cheeks, "Mat told me I was harassing you for a dance the other night." She lowers her light brown eyes, her long lashes making dark crescents on her still red cheeks, "I have never had anything stronger than ale before, and Mortai played a mean joke on me." Looking back up, she takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, "I am sorry if I was odd. Or I embarrassed you."  [Rowena]

Savina blinks a few times, did she do something wrong? Instead of asking question after question the blonde Kandori sits quietly and listens to Rowena and Wyl talk, the whole time searching her mind for anything she might have forgotten.  When Rowena brings up Mortai's mean joke she does nod in agreement, it was particularly mean.

Wyl shakes his head, his shaggy black hair flopping back and forth. "It's alright.  You jus' asked.  If I'd've been there longer, I might've taken th' offer," he says with some amusement.  Turning back to Savina, a slightly worried look on his face, he gently squeezes her hand with his that's resting on top, as if to reassure her.  "You've had a lot goin' on.  I might be misrememberin' from earlier t'day, when you were out in the gardens," jerking his head to the east, "looking for a place to practice, an' I said y'd need a bigger place than tha' to make sure your aim's spot on."  With that, the Andoran,... or maybe Saldean, smiles reassuringly.

Savina smiles as Wyl squeezes her hand.  Her voice is soft, just he and Rowena can hear it, "But.. I wasn't in the gardens today.. I was out riding."  She blinks then it comes to her.  Kavina.  Her twin stayed behind when Savina left to go and blow off some steam.  She hadn't seen her since she got back.  "Oh I feel like a dunce," she looks down and shakes her head.

Rowena looks up as a young man rushes up to her and her companions, clearly out of breath, "Mat says to get back, he needs you for watch tonight." A glower comes over her small face, grumbling to herself, she stands, looking at her friends, "I guess I will see you around, have a good evening." With that she follows the runner out of the courtyard.

Savina offers an apologetic smile to Rowena as she's called off to Night Watch, again.  "Poor thing, one night of too much brandy and she's stuck on the most terrible of watches."

Wyl has a similar sort of realization, his eyes going wide.  "Well," he says quietly, his lips tightly together.  He takes in a deep breath again, holding it for a moment, he lets it out.  "I...", then is distracted by the actions with Rowena.  "Yeah, one should always watch one's drink.  Don' want to be caught unable to defend yourself, or one you want to protect."  Wyl cocks his head slightly to the side, "Night watches are bad?", he asks incredulously.

"When Kavs and I were young," she's talking like she's a crone, "we begged to go along with Uncle to stand watch along the walls of Chachin," Savina grins as she tells her tale, "we had gotten swords from our Father and we thought we were invincible.  We were also seven so staying up very late was a task.  We went again when we were older, twelve I think?  We were able to stay awake but it's bloody hard to see," she laughs a little at herself, "you start thinking every shadow is the Dark One coming to gobble you up."  [Savina]

Wyl chuckles at the last bit with a smile.  "Yeah, and it's not like down here, where most think Trollocs, Darkhounds, and other -spawn are myths."  His face going serious for a moment.  "You got swords at seven?!", he asks with his mouth hanging open after speaking for a moment.  "Light!", he exclaims, then shrugs.  "Of course, I can't say much, but most've my learning with weapons other than hunting," nodding to the bow, "was after I was ten summers."

Savina moves her hands out in front of her to show the size of their swords when they were seven, "Our first swords were only this big," the span of her hands is maybe a foot and a half, "and the metal was very weak.  We were twelve when we got these," she pats the hilt of her own sword, "and fourteen for our bows."  She takes her bow from her back and rests it in her lap, giving her a little more freedom to move.  "You like to go hunting?"  They both know the details about the -spawn, no need to bring them up and jinx their luck.

Wyl looks down to his attire of skins and leather and says, "Yeah.  I actually live out in the Braem woods, to the north and east of the city. I come in for a week each month, thereabouts, for supplies, trade, and to meet people."  With a warm smile, he adds, "I'll show you sometime, if you get time for a week-long excursion."

Savina's eyes, while not as pretty as Wyl's, light up.  "I would love that!"  She smiles and gently lays the bow down on the ground beside the bench and turns a bit to face Wyl, "Do you ride or travel on foot?"

Wyl turns as well, to better face Savina.  "I can ride, but the winter's been so harsh," he says with regret, "I haven't been able to ride 'im for some time."  Realizing he didn't actually answer, he adds, "Usually, I'm on foot, though."  Wyl gazes at Savina's face, briefly paying attention to her attire, but mostly paying attention to her braid and eyes.

Savina sounds truly surprised, "You walk the entire way to Caemlyn from Braem Wood?  Do you travel alone that entire time?"  The Kandori looks at the shaggy black haired young man for a moment and remembers that he grew up there, he's been hunting there for a long time. "Sorry.." her cheeks flush a bit, embarrassment, "I guess the Wood would be familiar to you so you'd know the sounds if something bad was to happen."

Wyl smiles, "It's okay.  Yeah, I'm quite familiar with the area a day around my... my cabin.  There are others out there, so it's not quite being isolated.  But, usually, yeah, I walk the two days into Caemlyn.  I go on lots of adventures in the woods.  It's quite exciting, some of the things in there," a grin forming on his face.  "It's certainly not a childhood I'd trade in for another's."  "Say," he asks offhandedly, "How is it that you're here with a Warder guarding you?"  His eyes go wide after the last comment, then stammers, "That is, if you don't mind sharing."

"Funny you should ask that," Savina chuckles nervously, casting a glance to the Inn to make sure that the Warder won't make an appearance.  Satisfied he's either busy or elsewhere, she continues, "Our mother is an Aes Sedai and our father was her warder, as was our uncle."  She closes her eyes for a moment in remembrance.  "When we were born they had hoped that we would be born with the ability to channel, however the Light saw things differently.  Neither of us can learn, and that is fine, but we had the book education of any one who goes to the Tower to learn.  We were actually supposed to go to Tar Valon for training but.." she glances down for a second, a grin on her face as she looks up, "the idea of being under our mother's eye for the next, light knows how many years, was not that appeasing.  So we decided to come south, Denee Sedai and Kaden Gaidin felt that they should protect their Sister's children until they knew that they could take care of themselves."  [Savina]

Reaching out to her shoulders with his hands, Wyl says, "I think you could handle yourself," with a reassuring smile.  "At least, if you needed too.  Experience, though, with actually having to use skills to defend yourself or another," his voice growing a little grim, "Isn't something all should have to encounter.  Some should protect their friends from having to be involved in bloodshed."  With that, Wyl would also give Savina a hug, if she'd let him.  [Wyl]

As Wyl reaches out, initially touching her shoulders before embracing her in a hug a soft "Thank you," passes Savina's lips.  Once the embrace happens she hugs back, leaning her head gently against his.  She sighs happily and is quite content where she is.    [Savina]

Wyl is also in a happy and comfortable spot himself, holding her.  He does not move for some time, enjoying the moment they're sharing, though he keeps his ears out for any sounds of others.

Savina's voice is soft, almost a whisper, but easily heard by Wyl.  "How long are you staying in Caemlyn?"  She closes her eyes, hoping to hear that there's more time for them to spend before he has to return home.

Wyl smiles and says quietly, though reassuring, "I planned being here for a week, but I can stay a little longer."  One hand moves up to gently cradle her head.  "Are," he asks worriedly, "you in town for that long?"

Even with the faintest of nods her braid moves, "Yes, I had planned on staying here for some time."  Savina had briefly entertained going to Murandy to check on her mother's estates there but, that can wait its not like they will vanish.   [Savina]

Similarly, Wyl's cabin will still be standing, even if he doesn't get back to it soon.  As they are holding each other, Wyl takes the time to identify the nuances of her scent.  Just so he can be certain later, that she's herself and not her sister.  [Wyl]

"When I was out riding today," still, her voice is at a whisper, "I found a clearing north of the city.. it had a firepit but, it was very peaceful.  We don't have the fields with tall grass in Chachin," the smell of her horse, the local wildflowers outside of the north gate, apples, all seem to be about her, "the only fields that have grass of any length are grains."  [Savina]

Wyl nods almost imperceptibly.  "The borderlands are rough," he says in quiet, reassuring tones, "but you're safer here, and safer still that I'll look after you," a smile on his face.  "You're one of a kind, even with you twin," he adds in his warm whisper.

Savina's smile broadens and again her eyes close, focusing on his voice, the warmth of his body and the moment.  If this be a dream she never wants to wake from it.  "you are too sweet," she's still blushing a little, apparantly her brazeness in flirtation comes out when she's around her twin but that's probably sibling rivalry at its finest. "Are you hungry? I was going to see what the Inn had for supper tonight, would you stay and eat with me?" She doesn't break the embrace but she does gently lean back so she can see his face and his golden eyes.

Wyl smiles warmly back to Savina, himself having color start to fill his cheeks at the compliment.  "I, would be delighted to join you for dinner," he says happily, though with a formal stilting to his words.  Gazing to her face and into her emerald eyes, he maintains their holding of each other and leans in again to give her cheek a sweet, small kiss.​