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Post by RESORA on Oct 7, 2012 18:20:59 GMT -5
It was such a quiet day... as usual. It wasn't like Resora didn't like the air temple, or meditating. Of course she did! But she'd meditated all morning, and she'd explored the entire temple countless times in the past. As she wandered around, she wondered if she'd ever get the chance to see the world. She could understand why it wasn't wise for her to go out on her own just yet, but she was starting to get antsy. She wanted to travel! There was so much to see and do, she didn't just want to sit here for the rest of her life. Airbenders were free spirits, after all. When would she be able to be free, too?
She wanted to learn more about the other nations, and about the other benders. The other air nomads tended to be a bit bitter when it came to the fire nation, but they'd changed, hadn't they? That's what she'd heard, anyway. Otherwise, why were they out of hiding if that were not the case? It was safe; the war was over. And Resora was more ready than ever to explore and see the world as it was.
Fifteen years, more or less, she'd lived underground in fear of the outside world. But she was also curious; extremely so. When would it be time for her to go forth from that place? It wasn't as if someone was just going to show up at their island and offer to take her someplace. It wasn't even likely that someone would show up at the island to begin with! One could only hope... perhaps she'd latch on to the Avatar one of these times when and if he stopped by, or something. Was that too much to ask? Probably. At this point, all she wanted to do was go. |
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Post by HIROTO KIREI on Oct 17, 2012 21:22:30 GMT -5
The sun was bright and warm and the clouds were soft and puffy. The Eastern Air temple was every bit an air temple that Hiroto was expecting. The wave of nostalgia that washed over him was enough to make him grind his teeth and want to glide back down and away from this place. But surely like there was at his own air temple there would have to be nomads here too.
Everything about this place reminded him how detached yet immobile the air nomads were, most of old and bitter to even think about moving and interacting with the changing world below. Hiroto was glad he had moved on though, if he hadn't he wouldn't have been able to meet all the fascinating characters he had met on his travels. Fire benders who were peaceful and innocent. Hearing word of a earth bender who had achieved metal bending. It was all so fascinating and exciting, Hiroto couldn't wait to see if there was another interesting character hiding here in the eastern air temple. But of course he was prepared for the worst; he knew that some places had been hit worse than others.
Humming a tune he had heard in the earth nation he made his way up towards the temple. It was strangely quiet and dead here; of course he noticed the fire nation remains that still lay scattered about. Though he refused to think the worst of the eastern air benders and instead push on. All around him the temple was still very much alive plant and creature wise. He stopped on his path towards the heart of the temple to pluck a flower bright and orange in colour and slip it over his ear.
It was only then did he notice this particular tree was growing on a ledge and below it was a soft bed of leaves and flower petals, perfect for jumping on. Taking a step back he dashed forward leaping high into the air before falling down into the leaved and flowers causing a few to fly upwards into the air. Hiroto let out a joyous burst of laughter as he lay back in the leaves and petals staring up at the sky. He was so absorbed he didn't even notice the air bender who was approaching him.
wearing: a dark brown tunic similar to what zuko was wearing when he joined aangs group. and a dark orange cloak with the air nomad symbol on the clip at his throat. hair is in its usual ponytail.
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