The hours had waned and the skyline hues were a painting with no fine transition. The wispy, pastel blue malformed into the rich vermillion. The sun painting the skies as it descended upon the Earth, weakening the orange tint above into naught but somewhat blackened lilac. Like a baby's eyes were the stars above, peeking reluctantly to see all that had transpired. They sparkled like jewels in the night sky. Suna's appearance had changed from the duration of their travels. Having many wares of stolen goods, be they from the Fire Nation or otherwise, and even, very rarely, from other members of the Rising he didn't fancy, it was no surprise that Fire Nation garbs were a common item in the Sandbender's grand inventory. From the lower class to the higher, Suna had many clothes and vestments native to the Fire Nation man and woman. Suna had changed into a common tradesman's wear – not to poor to be looked on with suspicious eyes as to how the former Si Wong Ghost had procured such high-level wares, not to rich to be distrustfully asked about why he worked as a traveling marketer instead of living the life with the walls of esteemed locations of the Phoenix Kingdom. Now dressed in mostly red and gold, while sporting the traditional Fire Nation bun, Suna had assumed another identity. Calmly and without fear, Suna weaved his thoughts together like a verbal seamster. "Just someone trying to make an honest living out of pots, rugs, and clothes, officer. No definite destination here, we're just some village-hoppers, my family and I. We're looking to get to the nearest town, and then going to the one nearest to that one, and so on, so forth." Suna said cheerfully whilst the two unnamed Dragon Moose galloping slowly behind Tsubasa, until the two came to a slow halt behind the Sandbender and the alpha.
"Hopefully, we can visit the Capital once we're through with the sales, and finally go back home to our parents agin." The young Sandbender said as he let the noose go, walking beside the policeman and showing him the contents of the first two caravans. They were jam-packed with the most ornate of pottery of different shapes and sizes made from both clay and marble, with intricate designs, colours, and carvings. With them were tightly rolled rugs, mats, and folded clothing. The two caravans were extremely full that removing any bit of item might cause them to fall out of the carriage – a little precaution for nosy policemen who, upon the sight of the sheer number of objects and the tight spaces, wouldn't dare to look at the Sandbender's contraband within. As the policeman walked and surveyed the items, he could barely see any space. Looking convinced, the officer nodded his head and followed Suna to the third caravan. As he slid the sheets to the side, Suna smiled at his "family."
Sometime before stopping, Suna had also persuaded the rest of the group to wear Fire Nation garments. Their real clothes were hidden within a removable plank within the carriage. Tanvi was pushed by Suna to be heavily disguised, as to not draw attention to the citizens that may have witnessed her sudden Lavabending capabilities. Karan, unlike his everyday getup that consisted of pants and nothing more, actually wore extremely loose Fire Nation robes, while Makki and Jin were donned in simplistic red and gold attires. "This here's my family," Suna stated, looking at them and biting his lips as he silently prayed that the rest of his party had experience in persuasive deception. He was mostly worried about both Tanvi and Karan, who because of their innocent youth and oaf-like sheer lack of intellect, respectively, were believed to be bad at lying. Jin was a wildcard, but Suna had faith in Makki that she was great in lying – she was a thief, after all. Thieves and black market dealers came from the same pot.
"My brother," Suna pointed at Karan, who was the same height as the Sandbender, although with different body-types. "My two sisters," He extended a palm to Tanvi and Makki, "And this guy's with my sister." Suna leaned in to the Police officer, whispering that with disdain evident in his tone. With spite in his throat, Suna spoke softly into the man's ear, saying, "They're kind of an item, but you know, he's the type to just leech off of what we earn. The guy doesn't understand business." The Sandbender closed the curtain again, offering the Policeman a clay bottle of Si Wong Cactus juice – extremely potent stuff. "Here officer, it's on the house! To the terrible jobs we have, the long hours we spend walking and waiting under the sun, the little money we make, and most especially, to the people we're doing it for!" Suna said, getting one for himself and offering the man a drink.
All in all, Suna was casual. Extremely casual. He had spoken out of experience and what he knew was universal to those stationed in Security Posts away from civilisation and communication – family and love. These men knew what it was like to wait and wait for something to happen, all the while missing their families and loved ones. Although Suna was unsure if the man he was talking to was one of those men, it was worth a shot to play in the general area of things. The Sandbender had hoped that he had once again successfully tugged at the man's heartstrings.
