Lone couldn't sleep after he got back from his day in Tar Valon with his new friend, Kabria Sedai. After bidding her good evening & dropping off Sentell at the stables, went to his room & got ready to make up some of training he missed that day. He strapped his full throwing dirk quivers to each thigh & his twin short swords to his back. He hadn't pick tertiary weapon yet, but wasn't sure if he even would. Before he went & trained, Lone made a quick stop to prepare a surprise for Adela tomorrow.

 

When reached the practice yard, he immediately begin going through his dual sword forms. Flowing like the wind of death he someday hoped to be, Lone hadn't realized how much time had passed when he finally finished. Judging by the moon, dawn would be upon him in mere hours. He gathered up equipment , showered, & lie in his bed. It still took a while to finally fall asleep, but when it did, he was still smiling as thoughts & images of Adela came & went in his dreams.

 

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Lone turned at the sound of her voice & nearly fainted at her beauty. Adela was wear a gown of her own creation. It was different than her normal design as it was more conservative, which only enhanced her usual effect on Lone as it forced her to use imagination more. She certainly was dressed for the occasion. His grandfather had finally come to accept his daughter's husband when he had met Lone on one of his many trips to Tar Valon, and seen the fine man they had created. He decided it was time to reintroduce his daughter & introduce his grandson to the Queen of Kandor at a ball she was holding for her birthday. Lone had brought Adela along with as she had not yet met his parents.

 

He let her lace her arm through his & led her into the Grand Hall. They made their way through crowd until they were standing in the middle of the dance floor. Lone turned to Adela & gave her a look to ask "Would you like to dance?" With a smile she accepted. Begin flowing first through crowd, but soon they were the only ones dancing & everyone's eyes were on them. It was one of the most magical feelings he had ever felt. When they finished there was an uproar of applause. Bowing in thanks, Lone & Adela made their way over to his parents who were......

 

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Lone woke just as dawn was breaking. He wasn't sure when Adela woke up, but he hoped that she hadn't. All the while that he was getting dressed he thought about the dream he had had. He knew it would never happen, but it was still a nice thought. He made his way through the other early risers toward Adela's room in hopes that she had not already left. When he reached the door, paused to see if he could hear movement or speaking so he wouldn't wake anyone wanting some more beauty sleep. He could hear the twin's talking, so he decided to knock. He readied himself for what he was about to do.

Adela groaned as she heard her brother start to stir. He was usually more than willing to sleep away half the day, but him being awake this early must have meant he’d fallen afoul of Thera. The woman had a viperous tongue and would punish harsher than the meanest dock hand.

 

Rolling over to face the opposite wall she tried to block out the sounds of him getting dressed, but it was to no avail. Ada had never been a morning person, and so he thumped and bumped his way through their room. The water in the wash basin sloshed so hard it hit the floor, and the pitcher bumped into the bowl as he sat it down sending the whole table rocking. She might have worried that he would break the bowl and the table if he’d not done the same to them every morning since they arrived in the Tower. Handsome and graceful as her brother might be in other veins, when he first woke up he was like a bull in a china shop.

 

“Light Adamin! Blood and bloody ashes do you have to bring the roof down on my head every morning!?! Likely one of these mornings your bumping around when send you through the floor. Your only hope of escaping pain then is if you happen to land on a pretty female trainee, but then…no.” Her voice was sweet, almost innocent. “….Jael has the room below us doesn’t he? I can’t see him wanting to dawdle you on his knee however pretty your eyes are.” Laughing hard enough to bring tears to her eyes Del threw back the covers and started to make her bed. Jael was a large trainee with muscles larger than his brains. He’d taken an instant dislike to Adamin and took any excuse to drub her brother. He was punished for it every time he was caught, but that had never saved her twin any bruises the next time.

 

Emptying the wash water and filling it with new Adela washed and dressed in her usual uniform. She was free of classes today, though she was expected to practice with her weapons. Visar would be checking in on her soon to see how she was progressing. He seemed particularly harsh when her skills had doubled since their last meeting.

 

She was just getting ready to head to the kitchen for breakfast when there was a knock on their door. Not bothering to ask who it was she walked over and flung it open. At this hour it was likely another of the trainee’s or perhaps one of the few friends they’d made in the yards. Del’s deep blue eyes blinked at seeing Lone. She had not precisely been avoiding him since their dance, but she’d not gone out of her way to see him either. “Morning Lone. I am surprised to see you so early.” Behind her Adamin snickered and without losing a beat or breaking eye contact with Lone she reached out and flung her carved horn comb at him. It hit him hard enough to make him squeak, but he didn’t retaliate. He was coming to learn that there some subjects that one did not joke about; even with his twin.