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Post by aden on May 12, 2008 22:44:22 GMT -5
It had been five days since the Second Siege had officially ended, and Aden found himself once more waking to a world where he could no longer bend. Mere moments after he roused himself from bed, he tried with little success to liquify and reform the section of ice that framed the entrance to his room. The most he could accomplish was to reduce a handful of ice into a trickle of water that slipped through his hold and pooled on the floor. A sigh escaped from his lips, and Aden grudgingly made himself ready for the day.
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It was painful to think that his father hadn't bothered to even ask him to join him at one of the many reconstruction sites across the city. Aden had a good deal of time to think of such things as he climbed the many sets of stairs that took him to the training grounds. He supposed that maybe his dad just wanted to avoid such embarassment as the day before where Aden was forced to admit out loud that he would be useless to the utility benders in his current state. Or at least, that was what he hoped.
His mother had no tasks for him to do, and so he decided to seek other sources of wisdom for his dilemma. It was still morning, and the bending classes would usually be in full swing. Aden hadn't been to this part of the city in many weeks, and oso he wasn't sure f the regular training sessions had resumed. He wanted a word with Pakku,
As he approached the top of the last flight of strairs to the plateau beneath the palace grounds, he spotted a score or more of younger boys. They seemed to be going through a bending form under some other instructor's supervision. He didn't see Pakku immediately, but he still approached the group while staying on the fringe.
He had nothing else to do today... He could afford to wait for someone to be free.
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Post by desna on May 12, 2008 23:44:58 GMT -5
Things got back to normal rather easily, it was almost surprising how things fell into place. She woke up at the right time, got herself dressed, hair brushed, well somewhat. Sitting near the fire in the main room she watched as the rice and meal gruel flavored with some spices and fish bubbled, increasing in thickness as it went. Not even a foot away Pikatti chewed on some of the meat she'd bought a day or two before rather contently, he was the one carrying most of the load, he got to eat first. As she waited for the rice to finish she got herself pulled together to do the morning tasks. Still her eyes lingered on the vacant door way to the untouched room. Why did she always feel like someone would be in there....?
Her boots were pulled on and her poncho was tugged over her clothing. She pulled her mittens onto her hands and was ready to face the outdoors, Pikatti didn't budge from his spot near the fire, he was too used to the morning rituals. No smile crept into her aqua eyes, not a hint of it played on her lips. There was no one to cheer up for her. She walked the few feet to the herb hut through the snow, the soft crunch beneath her feet was the only thing that let her know the world wasn't dead.
As she walked into the greenery of the herb hut she was overwhelmed for a moment, all the memories came back to her but with a small sigh of breath it was gone. Her eyes looked to the thermometers hanging from a small tree. It's leaves were green and it seemed healthy but the thing didn't bloom,it didn't bare fruit, it was just there, still she nodded seeing the red bar aligned where it should be. She now felt uncomfortable in her heavy clothing but she made no move to remove it. She looked into the bucket that she filled the night before, it was well enough that she didn't need to haul more snow in, that was a good thing. After adding some more blubber to the fire she began collecting the dried bundles of herbs and the fresher ones that she'd take into town to hock today.
Yep it was just like every other boring day.
****************************************************** The morning had gone as usual, she couldn't help but be amazed how quickly the city was coming back together. If anything it seemed better than it did before. She was doing her part after all, she was keeping her small business going. Desna counted her gold with a bright smile on her face, Pikatti trotted along at her side faithful as ever. The sled skidded swiftly with each of the beasts movements, not that she thought to much of it. Water off a turtle ducks back and all that, her attention was more on the training ground she was just passing over.
Curiously she watched the benders, she hadn't really known any combat benders, they were off in their own world. Still it was interesting enough to watch them train, it seemed like the younger ones were having a go now. She didn't envy them, most likely they'd be sent off to fight the firenation. That must be difficult.... But as she looked closer she saw something interesting. She pulled on a rather amused smirk, now to get close enough.
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Post by pika on May 13, 2008 9:07:50 GMT -5
A couple days had passed since Pika had brought Bora Gan, Major of the Thunderfist Battalion of the Earth Kingdom, to his home. He had gotten an earful from his mother, and later his father, after he had returned from the repair work duties that had been thrust on him on that day. Despite the scolding and lectures, their guest was to remain with them, until he could be taken back to the Earth Kingdom...or sought shelter elsewhere. And of course, once the hubbub was done and over with, Kaimana had set in again about Pika joining the merchant fleet. It was frustrating...utterly frustrating! Things would've been so much easier if he could just tell his father he wasn't interested in sailing off for months on end. But, as usual, he'd simply brushed the subject aside, putting the decision off 'until he maintained his mastery.'
Pika was trying not to think about it, as he had the little ones gathered around him in a circle. This was the beginners class, and today they were playing a bit of a game. A large glob of water, about the size of the young man's torso, was being passed around the circle, an exercise in control and in team work. There had been some wobbles here and there, when a student lost focus with a giggle or when one of the weaker students had difficulty with it. Thus far, though, Pika had not had to step in to keep the glob from hitting the ground...an improvement to be sure.
While it was sure that such an activity would be frown on by some of the more hard nosed bending masters, Pika had felt it necessary to make things a little...well, light hearted for the kids. So many of them had been upset after the siege, disturbed...and the absence of the Palace that had always loomed grandly over the city did nothing to help ease their spirits it seemed.
Ease them back into it.
A smile formed on his pale brown face, and his amusement with his class' game was evident in his soft blue eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest, keeping his gaze on the students.
"Keep it going! Remember, be in harmony with not just the water, but with the movements of the rest of the class. Push and pull. Just like the ocean and moon."
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Post by aden on May 13, 2008 19:26:41 GMT -5
Aden spent a few minutes standing off to the side of the cluster of young benders. He'd found a decent spot to sit on the ledge that lined the staircase that led up to where the palace was being reconstructed. From that seat he watched the lesson with mild interest, occasionally breaking his gaze away to scan for one of the Masters. Apparently they were needed elsewhere, because it looked like only the younger instructors were teaching beginner class. Everyone else who could bend adequately was probably being called into duty elsewhere.
That thought wasn't exactly comforting, as Aden suddenly felt even more shame creeping into his mind for not doing his part to help rebuild.
"I see you survived your first tour of duty," came a voice from above and behind. Aden didn't have to turn around to recognize the sarcastic edge to that old, knowing voice. He stood anyway, however, and turned around to offer a bow toward Master Pakku as he made his way down the stairs. The old man offered a slight wave of the hand in return as he came to a stop a few stairs higher than Aden so he could stand taller. Despite his power, the old master was relatively short. Aden supposed the higher vantage point helped him maintain a greater sense of importance.
"Master Pakku," Aden acknowledged him, straightening up from his bow, "I'd hoped to get a word with you if you're not busy."
"It's always busy these days," Pakku replied, gesturing around the city, "It's no small task to rebuild a city from ruins... But I guess I can spare a moment for my pressing schedule for a favorite student." The old man's thing moustache twitched slightly as a grin formed under it. Aden was well accustomed to the master's constant tone of condescension, however, and he took no offense to the implication that he was wasting the man's valuable time. In fact, he often suspected that Pakku tried especially hard to irk him at times because he had caught onto his ploy.
"Then I'll make it quick," Aden said, glancing aside for a moment as someone among the training circle made some exclamatory noise as the ball of water nearly dropped. Looking back, he saw that Pakku had folded his arm's behind his back and raised his eyebrows slightly in a gesture of waiting. "I need your wisdom on an issue that... I've never encountered before."
"GIrl trouble?" the old man quipped.
"Well, I did just-No!" Aden caught himself as he went off-topic and his face flushed slightly at the fact that Pakku had happened to make such a joke after yesterday's encounter. "No... that's not it." Pakku was barely containing a condescending laugh. "Since I've been back and the Siege has ended, I.... can't... bend...." Aden struggled to put those last words together, and his exhapserated hand motions only enhanced the complete sense of frustration that he had about this subject.
Pakku shrugged slightly and brought his hands in front of him, crossing them over his chest. "It could just be shock," the old master said, looking off into the distance. "I take it you've seen battles... Younger warriors such as yourself generally haven't seen enough of life's grim realities to be prepared for it."
"It's not shock," Aden said flatly, looking at Pakku with a more serious gaze.
Pakku swept one hand up, propped on his other as he stroked the thin beard trailing from his chin. "Of course, that's just generally," he said, looking off to the side for just a moment. It was a subtle gesture, but Aden took his slight backtracking as a sign that he figured his past would exempt him from that explanation. "But it could be any number of things..." the master went on, beginning to stroll casually along the stairs. "Fatigue... The sudden change in environment even... Some sort of emotional block. Perhaps you even just ate some bad shellfish?" Aden looked at the old man with a rather unamused stare, and Pakku seemed to take realize that Aden wasn't feeling particularly helped bythis.
"The important thing to remember," Pakku said as he dropped down a level of stairs to stand eye-to-eye with Aden, "is that your bending cannot leave you for good. It will be a part of you until the day you die... but in the meantime, I suggest you remember that bending is not the only part of you. There is much more to life than moving water."
"But..." Aden said, pausing for a moment as his brow furrowed in hard thought, "I've done nothing more than train for the last three years of my life... Bending is who I am." He looked at Pakku with all seriousness, but the Master seemed only to raise an eyebrow curiously.
"Well, that's your problem right there..." the old man said, taking another step down as if he intended to go attend the group of young trainees.
"If that's the problem, then what's the solution?" Aden called to him, hoping the urgent tone reflected in his words would give the master pause.
Pakku slowed down and half-turned around. "How should I know?" he asked, "You were the one who found your bending in the first place. Run through some basic drills. Watch the Moon. Mimic the ocean... Whatever you did the first time, find it again the same way."
"......I made a slide," Aden said, recalling that day after a moment of thought.
"Then go do that."
"You want me to make a slide to fix my bending problem?" Aden said, almost in disbelief.
"Well, it will have to be a bigger slide, but the concept remains the same... Now if you'll excuse me, I must make sure that young Pika is not teaching my future students how to fail." Pakku offered Aden a slight nod of the head and then started across the snow to handle whatever business he had as the Master waterbender.
In the meantime, Aden could only stand and stare as the old man departed. He couldn't be serious, could he? A return to basics made sense, but... there was just no way.
The beleaguered young warrior made his way slowly down the steps, lost in his own thoughts for the moment as he tried to find some other possible advice that the sadistic old man had buried in his rambling just to make life difficult.
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Post by desna on May 13, 2008 19:44:52 GMT -5
Desna watched the small exchange between the pair quietly with a rather amused grin on her face, but once she saw the serious looks they were passing back and forth it slipped. She strained to hear what exactly they were saying but it seemed to be of little use. Honestly she was curious what the boy was doing talking to what looked like an important person. She'd met him before, his name escaped her, she didn't train so she had no reason to bother with the man. Was it Payku or Pakkin, something along those lines.
She pursed her lips and attempted to recall the mans name, but she was getting further from her ultimate goal of launching a surprise attack on the poor boy. It looked like he could use some cheering up, not that her methods were the best. Still it would do. Her gloved hand slid along the top of the rail collecting the fresh morning snow. She began to pack it into a tight little ball as she walked stealing a bit more. By the time she reached the steps she had a decent snow ball that wasn't too solid, the snow wasn't right, as long as it got the distance, that was all that mattered.
Now she had to rely on stealth, she was good at that, her aim was rather good too, in snowball fights she couldn't be bested. Pikatti at her side made a small growl before she sent him a rather stern 'shh' and told him to stay put. that was the end of that. Creeping to the top of the stairs the boy was moving down she was about ready to pounce. She pulled her arm back and lobbed the snowball at the back of his head, aiming for his wolfs tail. Before it even hit she covered her mouth to stop the giggles ducking behind the ice rail with Pikatti. He'd most likely have seen her by now but if he didn't there would be another attack very soon.
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Post by aden on May 13, 2008 22:24:11 GMT -5
Engrossed as he was in his own thoughts, Aden was terribly surprised when the snowball struck the back of his head, just above his neck. The impact wasn't terrible as the snowball broke apart reaily enough, but a fair amount of the ice found its way into his collar and down the back of his shirt. Aden reflexively hunched up his shoulders and tilted his head back to close off the opening along his neckline. The slightest gasp of surprise escaped his lips as he wheeled around and looked for his assailent.
He barely caught a glimpse of a trailing leg as someone ducked behind one of the ledgs flanking the staircase. "Who threw that?" he asked, calling up to the top of the stairs. "I know you're still up there..." Aden attempted to brush off the lingering bits of snow in his hair and around his neck. As he yelled up at whoever had thrown the snowball, he was also glancing around to the sides to see exactly who was watching and if there were more pranksters waiting in ambush.
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Post by desna on May 13, 2008 22:50:42 GMT -5
She kept herself low giggling even through the cloth of her mitten, hopefully she was far away enough so that he wouldn't notice her giggling. Pikatti looked at his master, she really was crazy, he rolled his eyes and shook his fur out, the movement shifting the harness on him a bit. Desna scratched behind his ear quickly debating if she should ready another projectile, but after he called out to her she couldn't help but pop up over the short wall propping her arm up with her cheek resting in her palm. " Desna!"
" My name is Desna." It seemed like she should clarify incase he might not remember, she remembered though. At least he knew her name now, she couldn't say the same, she'd get it sooner or later, no need to rush it. This was only a chance encounter anyway, in such a large city seeing some random person more than once in a week was rare unless you were actively looking for them. She smiled brightly at the boy, knowing that he should be able to make her out from his location on the stairs. Unless he was near sighted, perhaps he was, she didn't tend to ask if people had vision problems, though she'd take note of it for future uses
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Post by pika on May 14, 2008 9:48:28 GMT -5
The glob of water faltered a little, enough that Pika had to intervene. His hands reached out in a gentle scooping movement, keeping the liquid from reaching the ground, holding it there until the student took control again. The boy didn't seem to be passing it on though, causing Pika to tilt his head curiously in response.
"Sato, you've got to push the water to the next in line."
Young Sato seemed to have his midnight blue eyes locked on something behind the young man. Pika's brow rose in a curious gesture. What was the boy staring at?
"Pika, I see you've arrange a playdate with others on your intellectual level. I was under the impression, however, that you were training these boys how to waterbend."
The young man winced slightly as the voice of the caustic Master Pakku hit his ears. There was a time, when he was as young as the boys he had been instructing, in which he'd hated the grumpy old man. He'd eventually grown to respect the man though, and while the Master waterbender's presence now certainly didn't exactly give him a warm and fuzzy feeling, it didn't evoke the sense of dread that it used to. With a beckoning gesture, Pika brought the glob of water back to him. He made it circle about his torso, before spinning it about his arm and back into the urn which he'd drawn it from in the first place. With a crisp motion that caused the loose parts of his bistre hair to sway a bit, he turned to regard Master Pakku.
Pika bowed his head slightly as he responded, "I was running the students through an exercise to help build control and teamwork, Master Pakku."
"Oh...is that right now?" Pakku replied blandly. "We shall see if this exercise paid off then, as tomorrow I expect these students to be running through a real lesson."
Pika took the jibe without even a word in protest...though in his mind, he still felt he was in the right. Years of bending lessons under Master Pakku had taught him one thing: the Master was always right, whether you honestly felt that way or not.
He kept his head down as he answered, "Of course, Master Pakku."
It was about this time that Desna let her snowball fly. The young students began chuckling as they watched Aden get hit...and flinch as some of the snow went down his shirt. Pika, against better judgement and for the moment forgetting who was standing in front of him, looked up as Aden called out for his assailant. There was a moment or two in which Pika wasn't sure who the other young man was. He was vaguely familiar...but he couldn't immediately place a name with the face.
Pakku had turned to look back at the incident as well...and then turned his attention back to Pika, "Lessons are over for today. Sends these boys back home for now. Leave it for their mothers to coddle them, for tomorrow there will be real training..."
Pika's stare lingered on Aden for just a moment, before he suddenly realized that the Master waterbender addressing him again. He bowed his head slightly again.
"Yes, Master Pakku."
And with that...the Master waterbender was leaving to attend to other matters. Pika dismissed his students, then made his way over to the stairs. As he drew closer, he finally was able to remember Aden's name. While he and Aden had never really been in the same social circle, they had taken lessons together. Pika remembered being beaten by the guy on more than one occasion. He remembered being awfully surprised when he'd volunteered to go to the Earth Kingdom with many of the other benders. More than likely he'd become even better during the time he'd spent there. It puzzled him that Aden hadn't been able to stop the snowball from hitting him...or from bending the cold snow from out of his shirt. Maybe he'd just been caught by surprise?
Pika scooped down and gathered up a snowball. What sort of welcome did he have in mind for his fellow classmate?
"Hey Aden...think fast!"
Pika hurled his snowball...fairly certain that Aden would deflect the snowball or reduce it back down to liquid. He should be able to, especially since he'd given him a warning.
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Post by aden on May 14, 2008 15:42:27 GMT -5
"Desna...?" Aden mouthed quietly, not recognizing the name. He was also suprised to hear that it was a female who had thrown the snowball at him. It wasn't until she stood up and revealed her face that Aden sudddenly realized she was the girl from yesterday. He stared blankly at her for just a moment, somewhat taken aback by the situation, but eventually he managed a small laugh.
"Oh, it's you again," he said, crossing his hands over his chest. Under different circumstances, Aden might have found her method of getting his attention much mor humorous, but considering that he was not exactly thrilled with the outcomw of his chat with Pakku, his reaction was a bit more caustic. "Are you stalking me now?" he asked.
A shout from behind telling him to think fast hinted that something was heading his way. Aden turned quickly and after a split second his eyes isolated a snowball flying at him against the white backdrop of the city. Aden's instincts told him to swat the frozen projectile aside with his bending, but he was too painfully aware of his current state to make that mistake. Unfortunately, twisted as his upper body was, he was in no position to dodge. Instead he simply settled for raising his arm up with his hand bent back to his shoulder while he turned his head away.
The snowball hit his offered defense, but some got through the narrow gap between his upper arm and forearm and flecked his ear with cold ice. Aden held that position for just a moment, forcibly restraining himself from shouting out a curse. A girl throwing snowballs at him was one thing... But his manners didn't protect members of his own gender quite so much. The young bender lowered his arm after a moment and he looked at this new attacker.
Though his name didn't immediately come to mind, Aden knew the boy's face well enough from bending lessons. He wasn't entirely sure what prompted him to involve himself, but being hit with another snowball ovly pushed him further into the realm of caustic sarcasm. "Do I have a Fire nation insignia on my back or something?" he asked, glancing between the two.
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Post by desna on May 14, 2008 19:42:55 GMT -5
Now this was entertainment, and she thought the day would be boring. A grin spread to her face as she looked at the boy who'd helped her yesterday. He seemed a little less perky but all the same he didn't seem to mind her childish antics all too much. She giggled a bit as he got the snow down his back, honestly she seemed more imp or fox than human at times, she was an incurable prankster when she wanted to be.
Her eyes widened a bit when one of the mind slaves of Master Peking wandered over she was a little surprised, it seemed she saw him before the boy did. She winced lightly, if he couldn't dodge hers she doubted he could dodge one from a bender, they were roughians if anyone asked her. But now she found something amusing, the mind slave called the other boy Aden, she had a name to set with the face. Feeling somewhat obligated to protect Aden from further attack she pointed at the boy behind him hesitantly " Look ou-! too late..." The ball had hit but he managed to block it, that was rather good timing. Once more she found herself laughing.
She wanted to get to the training arena now. Her eyes scanned from the stairs to down below, it couldn't be more than seven feet, there was a pile of snow at the bottom against the wall. Another wicked idea hit her. Desna pushed herself up onto the ledge easily with her legs handing over the side as Pikatti starred on in confusion, he managed to blink once before she was out of site. The polar bear dog panicked hurrying himself and the sled down to the lower level but Desna was landed well, falling on her feet and stumbling a bit but still in one piece, a huge grin was on her face.
Without too much hesitation she made it too her feet and plodded over to the boys no worse for wear, another snow ball she'd hastily formed in her hands which she proceeded to throw at the bending instructor half heartedly. Now that she got a good look at him, she had to say.. he was sorta..... cute.
" You have another one on your back? I only saw the one on your head." Desna set a hand on her hip and glanced at Aden as Pikatti lumbered up behind her looking at her like a frantic mother would a child who'd fallen out of a tree. Honestly, he should be used to it by now.
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Post by pika on Jun 10, 2008 10:51:46 GMT -5
Pika's carolina blue eyes widened just a bit, surprise pretty evident on his face. From what he remembered, Aden had been a very capable bender. Given the fact that he'd warned the boy, he should've been able to take care of the snowball with relative ease. Instead, it struck him on the arm he'd raised in defense. Pika didn't get it...
"Do I have a Fire nation insignia on my back or something?"
"You have another one on your back? I only saw the one on your head."
Pika wasn't one to rub salt in an open wound (well...unless it was his soon to be brother in law...and that was a different matter entirely), and refrained from adding a smart aleck comment of his own.
"Sorry...figured you would've taken care of it. Not sure if you remember me, but I remember you. Pika Harta. I'd heard that the warriors that had left for the Earth Kingdom had come back before the Seige. Glad to see you back."
He had certainly not forgotten the presence of Desna there...but really now, after pegging Aden with the snowball, it would've been rude to ignore him and immediately address the girl. Now that he'd said his apology though, he turned his head subtly, flashing a charming smile at the young girl.
"I must compliment you on your impeccable aim. Certainly puts my own to shame."
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Post by aden on Jun 12, 2008 21:58:21 GMT -5
Still flecked with snow from the dual assaults, Aden brushed off his arm as well as the back of his neck while he listened to the other boy speak. As he introduced himself, Aden recognized the name and offered the slightest of nods. He nodded once more at the acknowledgement of his service, and Aden found it difficult to maintain his anger while still honorably accepting Pika's greeting.
"Thanks..." he said quietly, flicking his wrist to get the water off of his fingers. It was almost strange how he had so quickly avoided the habit of relying on his bending for these minute tasks. Aden hoped such rudementary methods of getting dry would go unnoticed by his peer and that he could slip away from this place without anyone but Pakku knowing of his little secret.
Aden glanced over at Desna for a moment, feeling a few mixed feelings about the girl. It was nice to see her again after their brief interaction the previous day, but being hit by snowballs was really not helping his mood at the moment. Half of him wanted to throw one right back while the other half just wanted to slip away and hide until his bending was under control.
Aden started slowly down the stairs, shifting his glance between both Pika and Desna as they turned their attention toward each other. Hopefully with each distracted by the other he could just slither out of the conversation.
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Post by desna on Jun 13, 2008 18:41:24 GMT -5
Desna managed to keep herself from blushing at the older boys compliment, she had rather good reign over her emotions when she wanted. Her hand went to the back of her head ruffling her shaggy hair easily with a bright fox smile forming on her face. While she wasn't interested in dating and love cute boys were something that could be appreciated.
" Thanks, when you don't have bending you have to make up in other ways." To illustrate her point she made a muscle on her thin arm with her other hand resting on her supposed bicep. Her demure took on a slightly more arrogant tone though it was false. Some might find it odd to see a girl act so outlandishly at her age but people who knew her situation accepted it, she was just 'that crazy girl who lives out on the shelf' titles were stupid though, she never listened to them herself. " I'm a lot stronger than I look you know." Desna dipped her chin down she she was looking up at Pika with half lidded eyes just asking for a challenge but it was soon dropped being replaced with laugher from the girl, perhaps she really was crazy.
Her eyes quickly trailed over to the other boy making his retreat, at least that is what he appeared to be doing. She shifted her weight onto her other hip mulling over a course of action for this situation. Several presented themselves, call out to him, toss another snow ball. He looked a little upset perhaps she could cheer him up in some way. Her hands laced behind her back and she pulled them out in an attempt to stretch her back, her fall seemed to have created some added tension in the muscles, she'd have to call in some favors from her friends for a massage, spirits knew they got their fair share from her, now she needed it.
Once her stretching was finished like a shot Desna took off towards Aden quickly throwing his arms around him with a bright grin on her face. " Hey grumpy guppy!"
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Post by aden on Jun 20, 2008 19:03:59 GMT -5
Aden managed to sneak a few steps backward, and after seeing those two continue their conversation he figured that his presence wouldn't be missed much. The young warrior turned his back and started to walk away from the other two. However, after only a few steps he heard the sound of running behind him. He ignored it at first, but when he realized it was heading his way her turned around.
His instincts told him to sprawl and shove his attacker down to the ground, but he realized it was Desna before he did anything rash and simply held his body in check. She lunged at him and wrapped her arms around his upper body, causing him to turn his head away to avoid having her hair in his face. Aden also dropped his foot back for stability and to avoid toppling over.
"Grumpy Guppy?" he repeated dryly. He couldn't tell if this girl was just a very touchy-feely person or if she just delighted in violating his personal space. "Would you mind letting me go?" he asked, looking down at Desna, who stood a full head shorter than him.
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Post by desna on Jun 20, 2008 22:15:23 GMT -5
Desna blinked up at Aden curiously with an aura of feigned innocence, her big blue eyes fluttered once or twice at the boy, was he this tall before? Everyone seemed taller than her though. Still she recognized the eyes, she liked those eyes, so icy, shades lighter than she'd seen on other people. " hm?" Her coy look spread into a smile she attempted to keep from maturing into a grin. Something told her she best not mess with him if she didn't want to get hurt but as usual she ignored her better senses in favor of some amusement.
" Let go? but your so warm." As a display of his apperant comfort she nestled her head into his chest giggling presently as her hands sought to connect behind him, it was a little difficult considering his size. Her giggly persona wouldn't cease even as it was apperant the boy didn't approve of the physical contact, honestly that made it all the more enjoyable. It was a bad trait of hers, but she enjoyed pestering people and pushing their buttons, it was a hobby of hers. With some it was easier to do then others.
Soon she let go of the boy with her hands behind her own back and a foxy smile on her face. for a boy he was rather entertaining, so disinterested in human contact, she'd attempt to change that if she continued to run into him. The bright smile stayed on her face and a choice eyebrow quirked up a bit watching the teen. " For a warrior you have rather slow reflexes, you know that right?"
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