- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
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- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Supernatural, Horror
After 100 years of war, the Fire Nation has finally been defeated by the once vanished but now returned Avatar, the last remaining member of the Air Nomads. Peace is restored once more to the world, but after so many years of war, it is bound to take some time.
Especially when there are those who still wish for the Fire Nation to remain the strongest and most powerful of all.
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Especially when there are those who still wish for the Fire Nation to remain the strongest and most powerful of all.
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Afternoon was slowly making its way into evening as a young woman in a brown tunic and red hood entered the Golden Dragon tea-shop. As high and mighty as it sounded, it was nothing more that a small shop that had seen better days. That being said, it did offer good quality Jasmine tea as well as sweets that made her mouth water just by ordering them. It wasn't the service that brought this establishment down, rather those who frequented it.
Even as Chani sat at a table, her dark wine coloured eyes took in the sight of the shadier men and women in various huddles at their tables, and then the small group of fellow probably gambling, from the sounds of coins clinking on the tabletop. When she had first joined the army, she had found gambling her money in silly games had its own appeal, even if she found the habit rather foolish.
As it was rather warm inside the shop, Chani gingerly pulled her hood down to uncover her hair. It wasn't much of an improvement, but at least her head wasn't feeling as cooped up anymore. She averted her eyes from the other tables, not wishing for anyone's sights to get on her. She had been hoping to leave for the Earth Kingdom in the next few weeks but it seemed fate had decided she had to remain in the Fire Nation for a little while longer. Her father had grown ill and she couldn't find it in her heart to cross the ocean and be so far away from them. They were already so old- her father liked to describe it as "... one foot already in the grave" much to her distaste.
At last her tea arrived, distracting her from morbid thoughts. She smiled as she looked up at the shopkeeper. "Thank you, it smells lovely."
"The best Jasmine tea in the Fire Nation!" the old man boasted, standing akimbo and puffing out his chest as much as his frail body allowed.
"I'm sure you're right," Chani agreed, amusement dancing in her eyes. That being said, she took a sip of the hot beverage, a smile on her lips as the flavour was indeed more than palatable. "This is lovely! Beautiful aroma... very calming."
The smile on the old man's face seemed to stretch further than it should, probably pleased that someone had an inkling of manners in his shop. "The sweet buns should be coming soon as well, my wife likes to take her time sometimes..." He grumbled under his breath.
"I can wait," Chani assured him. "Don't worry!"
"Old man, over here!" barked a man from the other table.
"Ahhh..." Sighing, he bowed in Chani's direction before tottering off, leaving the younger woman to sip some more of her tea.
Even as Chani sat at a table, her dark wine coloured eyes took in the sight of the shadier men and women in various huddles at their tables, and then the small group of fellow probably gambling, from the sounds of coins clinking on the tabletop. When she had first joined the army, she had found gambling her money in silly games had its own appeal, even if she found the habit rather foolish.
As it was rather warm inside the shop, Chani gingerly pulled her hood down to uncover her hair. It wasn't much of an improvement, but at least her head wasn't feeling as cooped up anymore. She averted her eyes from the other tables, not wishing for anyone's sights to get on her. She had been hoping to leave for the Earth Kingdom in the next few weeks but it seemed fate had decided she had to remain in the Fire Nation for a little while longer. Her father had grown ill and she couldn't find it in her heart to cross the ocean and be so far away from them. They were already so old- her father liked to describe it as "... one foot already in the grave" much to her distaste.
At last her tea arrived, distracting her from morbid thoughts. She smiled as she looked up at the shopkeeper. "Thank you, it smells lovely."
"The best Jasmine tea in the Fire Nation!" the old man boasted, standing akimbo and puffing out his chest as much as his frail body allowed.
"I'm sure you're right," Chani agreed, amusement dancing in her eyes. That being said, she took a sip of the hot beverage, a smile on her lips as the flavour was indeed more than palatable. "This is lovely! Beautiful aroma... very calming."
The smile on the old man's face seemed to stretch further than it should, probably pleased that someone had an inkling of manners in his shop. "The sweet buns should be coming soon as well, my wife likes to take her time sometimes..." He grumbled under his breath.
"I can wait," Chani assured him. "Don't worry!"
"Old man, over here!" barked a man from the other table.
"Ahhh..." Sighing, he bowed in Chani's direction before tottering off, leaving the younger woman to sip some more of her tea.
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