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Post by raa on Mar 6, 2007 22:02:09 GMT -5
Yosei stood silently outside the hut for a moment, waiting for Lim Singh to depart from the warm. Though the snow had settled down some, the temperature was colder than it had been whilst snowing. Though, if one was wearing a parka it wouldn't feel cold at all. All the nice furry lining and such...
As soon as Lim Singh exited the healing hut, Yosei set off at a semi-lesurliy pace. It always made her happy, when she headed towards Ryoza's hut.
Walking slightly ahead of the earthbender, Yosei looked back every so often to make sure he was still following behind. It would be bad if she lost him, and he was left without a parka. Her hands had been tucked into her sleeves until she stopped by the edge of the water, and leaned out a bit over it, looking to see if there was a gondola coming. Her right hand creeped out from the sleeve of her parka as she waved the godola down. The palm was callosed, hardened by training and chucking spears at darting targets. She didn't show her hands a lot, most women would have soft hands, epecially in the Northern Water Tribe. The men hunted, fought, and did most everything that would be deemed as hard work. While the women cooked and cleaned, sewed and the like.
The gondola slowed, docking by the side of the small sidewalk. The fastest way to Ryoza's hut was via the canal...
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Post by amitolo on Mar 7, 2007 20:30:52 GMT -5
Amitolo buried his face in his hands. Couldn’t the lady simply let his conscience rest in peace? Amitolo instantly recognized the small bow as well as forced smile, realizing that his apology was not yet fully accepted. He ran his hand through his long hair, both in frustration and in discouragement, thinking he would never succeed. He let out a breath to calm himself, closing his eyes for a moment. Finally, when ready, he spoke, “Ukaleq, don’t think I was speaking for best intentions of the tribe.” Amitolo paused for a moment, watching as the woman turned and began walking away, yet, he continued speaking, “My father is no chieftain, and I too am unwed. I take no blame upon myself for remaining with no wife.”
Snow began to fall a little faster, striking Amitolo’s parka and then falling to the ground. He stood, unmoved, as the lady continued walking. He had his voice raised, so that he could still be heard, though my now, it seemed as if it would make no impact. “Look at how you care for your sister, how you went on foot to Yugoda’s and how you rush to give her the medicine. Do not say you would make an unfitting wife.” Amitolo himself loved children, as he spent so much time around them, teaching them. He could understand one’s feelings to a sibling. “Tell me,” Amitolo said, almost ending with his talk, “I’m sure deep down, you know that you would make the ideal wife.”
Amitolo sighed once more, this time picking up a large slab of ice that had been broken off from the sides of what the Northern Water Tribe called a road. He took out a chisel from his coat’s pocket and began chipping away parts of the ice. He was exceptionally fast, although his best works were made slow. After some time, he finished a carving of a large heart, with carved embroidery and the words, To Ukaleq, the perfect wife, I am sorry. ~Amitolo~ He lifted it up, and walked himself over to the Ulloriaq family home. There he met a servant, to whom he handed his art to, and told her to please give it to Ukaleq. Amitolo then walked away slowly, looking to hail a gondola, and hoping to find one at this time.
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Post by ukaleq on Mar 8, 2007 17:04:06 GMT -5
(( Ukaleq has left this thread ))
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Post by rase on Mar 8, 2007 19:52:58 GMT -5
Lim Singh followed a good four to five steps behind the girl ahead of him. He was a slow walker naturally, never one to rush unless needed, but he did well to keep pace with Yosei. He moved slow but wide long legged stride carried him with a deceptive ammount of speed. Every now and then he'd mumble to the wind when it blew by, curses mostly but spoken in jest. The woods he lived in held no creatures to hold meaningful conversations with so as a child he aquired the habit of talking to the elements and though he was grown now alot of his old habits stayed with him. Though he cursed the wind it was hard to tell how cold he really was. He walked normally, not a tremble or a shiver shook his sturdy built. He looked perfectly fine, aside from the occassional scratching at his chest.
"Lim Lim! Lim.....umph" a child's voice rang from not too far away. Little Hai Lin charging down the icy path as Yosei flagged down the gondola. By the time she looked up to see who was yelling all she'd see was Lim Singh teetering tip toed at the edge of the path with small arms wrapped tightly around his waist. The small girl having forgot she was running on ice and slid a good length of her run to slam into Lim's back nearly knocking the both of them into the water.
Leaning back both he and little Hai Lin fell back on their bums and of course the small girl would peel herself from behind him, stand up and take all the credit.
"See I saved you! You were about to fall in but I pulled you back see...." she pointed over to the water that they so nearly ended up in. Palm soon opening to offer a hand to help him up.
"Yeah, thanks..." Lim would mumble rolling his eyes. Though there was little she could to do pull his large body off the ice, he'd take her hand and let her have the satifaction off pulling as his other hand pushed him off the ice.
"You've got to watch yourself around here...the ice can be very slippery ya know.." she lectured as she walked around him to dusk off the flakes of ice. No doubt it was the same lecture her mother gave her before she let her run out on her own. Lim didn't seem to mind one bit as he just stood there until the girl came full circle to stand infront of him again. The girl spatting off all the things her mother lectured her about. Pointing and poking just as Lim Singh had been dreading. "And aren't you cold wearing that little jacket...You should get one of these..." holding her arms up to model her parka. "...And if you see any cuddily animals they aren't toys.." she waved her finger in the same manner her mother did when she was being scolded. Solid proof the girl was going on a tangent regurgating her mother's lecture of proper conduct. None of which she practiced. Parka was open and she was running alll over the place and heaven's know what else she got into on the way.
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Post by raa on Mar 14, 2007 16:24:05 GMT -5
Whilst negotiating about the price of the ferry to Ryoza's hut, both Yosei and the oarsman turned to look at what all the fuss was about on the "sidewalk". After a few seconds of puzzled wondering, the oarsman went back to arguing. Yosei looked at Lim and the little girl for a second longer, smiling gently. Though, it looked much more like a smirk than an actual smile.
Though she had no desire to have children herself, (and didn't seem to be interested in marriage) Yosei did indeed what the motherly instinct about her. Small children seemed to be her favorite, in their innocence. They could be taught, molded even, to be the citizens of their village. This seemed to fascinate Yosei, that the small beings that ran around all day, would some time or another, be one of the "grownups".
Shaking her head slowly, Yosei waited a few moments before beckoning Lim to the gondola. "You'll want a parka before nightfall...even in a hut, it still can get chilly." She said, almost soft enough for the wind to pick the words up, and carry them off.
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