Release <Earth Kingdom>

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Months had passed since his trial time in the infirmary, and now he was simply waiting in anxious excitement. It had been decided long ago what Mesheiko's course of action would be, and where life's journey would take him. It had all been decided for him rather forcefully when his leg was so brutally injured in the sneaky attempt of a siege on Ba Seng Se. Even now, that seemed all too recent. Nightmares still haunted him in the dead of night, but he was learning to cope, if ever slowly. But since then, he had had a whole host of choices as to what to do with his life as a result of that. Perhaps, if the wound had not been so severe, he would have stayed in the Army, but that was not the case. His life was now dominated by his injury, for it governed what he could and could not do, and it was the cause of his new course of action. Slowly, however, that part of his life was shrinking.

At this point, he was crippled. It became apparent that his leg was not going to heal after about a month in the infirmary. With that decided, the rest of the time he had spent there seemed to flow together and serve a purpose rather when he was just waiting for something unknown. His foot had been paralyzed upon impact in the battle, but it had gotten worse as time went on. While Mesheiko recovered and fought disease and infection, just that happened. An infection had spread through his leg, paralyzing it up to the knee. It had happened over time, but over that time Mesheiko had adjusted. The time in the infirmary had done him good, and Midori and his father had stayed with him through the whole ordeal, which he considered the best part. He could even walk now, though it was more of a limp and he had to support himself with the crutch the infirmary had provided for him or one of the makeshift ones he found, like Banshee, a wall, or a person.

It was obvious to the officers that he could no longer serve, and so they had for him a release date. The day ahead was to be greatly ceremonious, though the ceremony itself was only supposed to last about an hour to an hour and a half. People considered him, and his ostrich-horse Banshee, too, a hero for alerting the Army to the attempt on Ba Seng Se. Therefore, he was to be discharged like a hero, with much honor, glory, and ceremony. He was wearing a sashed forest green silk shirt with much glittering gold embroidery depicting things essential to a soldier's life, such as an ostrich-horse, a sword, a spear, and the symbol of great power, the dragon. The pants were of a similar color, but of a more solid material and were without embroidery. Even Banshee was expertly groomed and wearing a beautiful saddle and bridle. Both of them were without armor, since today they would have to part with it anyway.

Mesheiko hobbled over to where Banshee was tethered, being attended by what Mesheiko thought was one of the many stable hands the Army required. However, when the supposed stable hand rose from behind Banshee, Mesheiko clearly recognized the man as his father. He seemed to be examining the stable hands' handiwork, adjusting the saddle and fluffing out Banshee's feathers. He accidentally plucked a few, which resulted in a sharp, piercing screech from Banshee. The ostrich-horse truly lived up to his namesake. Mesheiko leaned against Banshee, who let out a slight grunt at his treatment. "Everything seems to be in fine order with Banshee here," his father said, and walked around to the ostrich-horse's other side. Mesheiko envied the ease with which he could simply shift his weight from one foot to the other and walk. "But now I must have a look at you," his father said, and took a step closer to Mesheiko. He pulled at Mesheiko's shirt a bit, carefully, but Mesheiko still had to keep a tight hold on Banshee to keep his balance. The ostrich-horse had been very good about letting Mesheiko use him for support. At first he had been a bit wary and had let Mesheiko fall into the dust, but they both adjusted. Mesheiko was doing a lot of that nowadays, anyway.

"Perfect," he said, and the sign of tears began to well up in his eyes. He wrapped both arms around his son carefully in a hug, and Mesheiko tried to return it but kept one arm around Banshee for balance. It was an awkward position, but emotionally moving for both of them. His father released him and inspected Mesheiko once more. A smile grew across his face. "I think you look even more dashing than Banshee," he said, and at this the ostrich-horse gave a little snort. Mesheiko had always thought since he had first acquired Banshee that the ostrich-horse was exceptionally perceptive and intelligent. Perhaps it was this that had saved their lives in the face of the Fire Nation, and perhaps the very city of Ba Seng Se itself as well. Since the battle, Mesheiko was not the only one to be treated as a hero. He could spend very little time with Banshee compared to what he used to, but everyone else made up for it. Banshee always had the very best in the stable and some days more attention than he could bear. He was wary at first after the battle, for it had shaken him up quite a bit, but he soon responded to everyone with ease. There was even a rumor that the best female war ostritch horse that the Army possessed, Yin, was expecting and that Banshee was the sire, but Cheng assured Mesheiko that it was not true.

"Have I mentioned how proud I am of you today?" Mesheiko's father asked again. Even if he hadn't, the pride was evident in his father. "No, Dad, only a dozen or so times," Mesheiko teased. "Well, you know I mean it," he said. It was then Mesheiko really looked at what his father was wearing. It was simpler than what Mesheiko was wearing, but still elegant and anyone at the ceremony who did not already know Mesheiko's father would surely know him as such now. That led his thoughts to drift to Midori. He had not seen her at all yet today, but it was a special occasion. Mesheiko could not wait to see her, but it was unlikely that they would see one another before the ceremony. He chuckled a bit with laughter with the thought of how the nurses surely were fluttering about, helping her with what to wear and such. The pants he was wearing Mesheiko had had for a while now, but the shirt had been provided for him. He did not really need help with his ensemble, simply getting into it, which his father helped him with. Still, the nurses surely must be in a buzz about this. They needed to begin soon, however. They intended to start the ceremony as soon as possible, Mesheiko was sure, because it was just beginning to set into late morning and already the temperature was climbing, and so was the level of anxiety in his stomach.

[midori]

As much as she would have hated to ever admit it, Midori was having fun.

Sure, the first hour or so was near loathsome. After relaxing and soaking in what was quite a luxurious mix of bubbling soaps and fragrances for much too short of a time, she had been pulled from the comforts of the warm water into the air which seemed unbearably frigid in comparison, even with the lacking wind inside the building. With only a towel to aid in soothing her goose-bumps and shivering, she was in rather ill spirits when the tugging, painting, and fretting began.

It was apparent that her small collection of nursing friends were having the time of their lives, which was what keep a tentative smile on her face throughout most of tedious experience. Her hair had been a mess of course, and her numerous tangles were a cause of much yelping and pain on Midori’s part. However, soon it was combed to an unnatural sheen, straighter than it had ever been before. Luckily, it was cut so short that nothing could truly be done with it, but it was mutually agreed upon that it looked tasteful enough sleek and straight anyway. Meanwhile, others were busy aiding her in dressing and wrapping her in pleasingly warm wraps of green, the end result being a rather elegant dress she actually approved of.

The dress simply slipped on, though it held the traditional, wrap around look for the collar. It was simply forest green in color, but a sparkling design was embroidered up left side with an intricate design of vines and budding yellow flowers. Its sleeves dripped to her forearm, cutting off at an angle there, somehow making her arms seem even more slender, and the dress itself flowed to the ground and also happened to compliment her tall, lean shape nicely as well, or at least that is what the others insisted upon.

“I should get going.” Midori grinned shyly after her face had been properly colored. “I’d like a chance to see Mesheiko before the ceremony.”

“Of course, go on!” One girl giggled. “I’d love to see his face.”

Midori shook her head amusedly, but she couldn’t help but wonder what Mesheiko would really think of her once they saw each other. It kind of made her nervous. She’d never dressed up so much before…. But this was a special occasion and if Mesheiko could accept her typical mangled, dirt-lined appearance, she shouldn’t have much to worry about, right?

“Bye, everyone! Thank you so much for everything!”

“Go!” They all laughed as they waved goodbye.

Chuckling softly, Midori stepped out into the fresh air, feeling intoxicatingly confident as she strolled through the dusty surroundings toward the place where the ceremony would be held. She observed all she passed hopefully, wondering if she would run into a familiar face or two along the way. She had gotten to know Mesheiko and his father much better over the time she had spent here, and she had grown very impressed with the progress Mesheiko had made. There had been scary times, yes, but everything had ended up for the better, Midori thought.

After a few minutes, Midori spotted a few figures, she soon found to be familiar. She could only see the faraway backs of the two men from a distance, but an unmistakable squawk gave at least one of her friends away. Once she had closed the great distance behind them, Midori strolled up behind the three, trying to keep a calm, elegant air that matched her clothing.

“Hello, gentlemen…” Midori greeted gracefully, with a small, respectful bow, smiling at herself.

[atalanta]

At the melodic sound of her voice, the anxiety that was already threatening to upheave the contents of his stomach morphed into butterflies that seemed to be hauling up his breakfast along with them. He could not see her, but even at this point her voice was enough to make his stomach churn. Their relationship had become closer, but not really romantically, so Mesheiko was still back with Midori where he had been just a few months ago when he had kissed her. He still did not know what to make of their relationship. Mesheiko needed a moment to compose himself. He had yet to see Midori in anything than her usual outfits and casual style, which for him was stunning enough, but to see her in anything more was something Mesheiko was sure he needed a moment to prepare himself for.

His father took his arms and helped him to turn to face Midori. The sight nearly knocked the wind out of him, and he couldn't help but gasp inaudibly, his mouth still slightly agape afterwards. The dress alone was beautiful, but coupled with Midori it was certainly enough to take his breath away. It complimented her natural beauty wonderfully. He couldn't quite explain it. There was no one feature on the dress that made her stand out. It just seemed to fit. There was something almost mystical about it. He glanced down at himself, and in comparison, he felt almost as if he was underdressed. His father seemed pleased with Midori's ensemble, but of course not absolutely breathtaken like Mesheiko. He thought from his son's open mouth that Mesheiko was attempting to say something, but it was soon clear that was not the case. "You look lovely, Midori," his father complimented her. Mesheiko tried to speak in some way that could express even a small part of his feelings, but not only was he not able to the find the words he also could not find his voice.

Another of Mesheiko's regular companions and comforts through the whole ordeal approached. Cheng, though not particularly dressed up, still seemed to snag a few pairs of eyes, as always. As a pair in the infirmary, Mesheiko and Cheng seemingly almost always had at least two nurses' eyes on them at all times. Cheng was not particularly wealthy, nor a hero, so he simply wore the best clothes he had, which consisted of a dark tan and green shirt, simple brown pants, and shoes shined as well as he could get them. They had no holes, no stains, and were fairly new. Cheng had refused any offers he had received to be lended a set of more formal clothes for the ceremony. He took pride in his station, no matter his monetary state. He approached on the opposite side of Banshee, looking on at the scene playing out before him with amusement.

Cheng stroked Banshee lightly to let the him know he was there, and then leaned across the ostrich-horse. He reached out over Banshee, put a few fingers under Mesheiko's slightly hanging chin, and closed it manually. Mesheiko wasn't sure to be thankful or angry at Cheng, so he simply focused on Midori. He had difficulty doing little else anyway. Cheng eyes seemed to give his approval of Midori's looks, and a bob of his head acknowledged it. "Hey, Midori, you clean up pretty good," Cheng complimented. "And I mean that literally," he added. Now with his mouth closed, the corners of his mouth twisted into a small smile. Cheng patted Banshee again and slipped under the ostrich-horse's belly to their side.

Cheng always brought the party with him, no matter where he went, for he was the life of the party. He looked Midori up and down once again, and again nodded his head in approval. "The nurses really did a number on you," Cheng commented. Mesheiko, who had yet to say a thing, was trying to force words out of his mouth. His throat was dry, and he couldn't open his mouth anymore to form the words. Cheng elbowed Mesheiko slightly in the side after a few more moments of silence. Mesheiko tore his eyes away from Midori for a moment to glare briefly at Cheng. "Y-you...you look good," Mesheiko was finally able to nervously stutter. Then, he wanted to hit himself for such. You look good? That didn't do her justice at all. He himself ought to be thrown in jail just for saying it. It didn't even express a tenth of his feelings, and even less of how beautiful she looked. Banshee gave a little squawk in the awkward silence following Mesheiko's words, and Mesheiko was even more grateful for the ostrich-horse. He always did have a way of lessening tension, but Mesheiko owed much more than that to Banshee. He owed his life, and especially this entire day to the people and animals surrounding him. Mesheiko never would have made it otherwise.

[midori]

A brief and pleasant laugh swiftly slipped from Midori’s lips, and once it was completed, she attempted to make up for her action by swiftly lowering herself into a polite and appreciative bow. She was not laughing at Mesheiko, really, but more at herself. The fact that she received such a stunned reaction made her rather pleased with herself, as well as more confident. At least she hadn't been the only one to be a bit nervous.

“Why thank you.” Midori replied sweetly, looking up to meet Mesheiko’s eyes with a radiant grin. Swiftly, she appraised his appearance, running her gaze up and down him once. “You look quite handsome yourself.” She added sincerely, but still with a tint of pleased laughter in her voice. It was so relieving to see him in a place other than the infirmary bed, and, even in his nervous state, he looked ten times more appealing out and about than he did in that dreary room. He could have been wearing rags out here and he'd have looked ten times more handsome, and he was dressed very finely. And, of course, all of this - his reaction, being out and about, the excitement of him traveling with her - was making her feel very lighthearted. Everything seemed so much brighter and easier at this moment. "As you do also, sir." She added with a sweet smile directed to Mesheiko's father. "And Banshee!" Midori laughed as she took a couple steps to run a few fingers down the bird's neck.

"And yes, Cheng. They did do quite a number on me." Midori agreed, turning to grin at him.

For a few more moments, Midori entertained herself by glancing back to Banshee in his new, attractive attire, and stroking him gently. Well, this was it, she thought, Mesheiko was going to get discharged and come home. It made her pleased enough... But she suddenly came to the realization that Mesheiko may not feel the same way. He had always been stubborn about helping with the war after all, and it seemed obvious that he would have no doubt stayed if he was able. Often he expressed frustration with his state, and always he had hated to be useless to aid in the war. This made Midori think that Mesheiko might not be gladdened by this ceremony like she was, but more likely a bit depressed.

Tenderly, Midori glanced over to Mesheiko who was nearby and offered a comforting smile. He still looked a bit nervous, after all. Maybe it hadn't been entirely about her sudden appearance.

"You okay?" She asked softly.

[atalanta]

Mesheiko was comforted at least by the fact that Midori's laughter had not come from some inner mocking of him, or at least he thought not. He quickly banished this irrational thinking, knowing it was completely untrue. She was simply amused by his nervous reaction, and had he watched this particular scene unfold from the outside looking in, he would have been amused as well. However, at the moment, he was simply wishing that he had eaten less food for breakfast. He could have dealt with being hungry during the ceremony, but now he was more concerned that he might empty the contents of his stomach on himself, or worse yet one of his officers. Having Midori compliment him assured and assauged his mind, but certainly not his stomach.

He glanced downward at himself, wondering what just it was that Midori saw in him that was worth complimenting. Yes, he was dressed exquisitely, but no more. He didn't look all that terribly different, just perhaps looking a tad more wealthy. Midori looked inredibly different, and incredibly beautiful. He didn't think much of himself in comparison. "You're welcome, and thank you, as well," Mesheiko said, and he thought he was doing fairly at keeping the anxiety out of his voice. Even on this day where he was supposed to be released and discharged from all of his burdens and cares related to the Army, he felt they had left him with one last burden: anxiety. He knew his time here would always be with him- in fact, he wanted it to be with him always- he just didn't expect the worst of it on today of all days. While he was nervous about the ceremony, mainly, the future also plagued him. What was he to do with his life? Midori mentioned a repair job needed from a Fire Nation attack near her village, but that couldn't last him forever. He remembered his father had once thought, irrationally, for a brief moment that Mesheiko and Midori were engaged. That seemed impossible. Crippled, how would he make a life for himself?

Cheng glanced at Mesheiko, but there was no usual smile on his face, and though his eyes were on Midori, they also seemed to be somewhere far, far away. This worried him. Mesheiko needed to be in prime condition for today, both mentally and physically, which was why they had waited for so long to go through with the ceremony. He had consulted with the Major who basically made these decisions, Major Jin-Ho, and he had recommended that they wait for Mesheiko to heal and get a certain handle on his life once again.

Mesheiko's father, too, noticed his son's worrying behavior. They would be supporting Mesheiko all the way, from the beginning of the ceremony to the end of time. He knew Mesheiko far past well enough to know how he worried over this day, and the rest of his life. He had been there for his son through all of the deal, however, and intended to be there, whether, physically, mentally, or spiritually from the beginning of the ceremony through the end of time. "Yeah, I'm okay as I can be on a day like today," Mesheiko said, and tried to to put on a smile and happy face for his friends and father. He didn't want them worry over him any more. They had been through more than enough of that. After today, their worries were supposed to be over, but it only started a whole chain of new ones. He had had a life with the Army. Now, he had to begin a new one, and he did not know just how that would turn out. Mesheiko felt safer risking his life every day as a soldier, ironic and strange as that was. However, he knew he had to go through with this. Surely there were job opportunities for one with such a reputation as his. He was desperately trying to reassure himself to enjoy as much as this particular stage in this life as was left to him.

"Can I talk to you? Alone?" Mesheiko said, reaching out and touching Midori's arm. However, he had both arms firmly locked over Banshee's back in a moment and already began to hobble away, looking back to watch Midori. Cheng, meanwhile, looking as Mesheiko drifted away from them, put one arm over Mesheiko's father's shoulder and began to mock cry. "They grow up so fast," Cheng said. Mesheiko's father kept his eyes mainly on his son, but looked away from Mesheiko's leaving back to Cheng's face with amusement. "You have no idea," Mesheiko's father commented. Mesheiko needed to talk to Midori alone. In fact, he just needed her. He needed her upbeat personality and reassuring nature. She often knew just what to say with logical, comforting reassurances, and was a major factor in Mesheiko's survival in his ordeal that had stretched all throughout his time in the infirmary and extended even to now. He knew it would take a while for it to fade very far away, for it could never fade completely out of his life. His paralyzed leg was too much of a reminder to that. But, perhaps, one day it would not be such a major part of his life. This was why he needed Midori, for she now played the starring role in the drama that had seemed to become his life.

[midori]

"Of course." Midori replied automatically, her smile not yet fading. Her bright eyes glistened with some curiosity, however, as she followed closely behind Mesheiko.

What could he possibly want to say to her that he didn't feel comfortable speaking about in front of his own father? Was he worried about the ceremony? Did he have questions about what he was to do at her village or while traveling? No, no... Surely he wouldn't have had a problem expressing these concerns with his friends and family both. It must be very significant if Mesheiko was using so much energy simply to move out of earshot. She almost frowned a bit. He probably shouldn't be stressing himself like such.

Swiftly, Midori picked up her pace, eagerness naturally mixing with her curiosity, overpowering it. And yet, for some strange reason, she was strangely nervous as well. Whatever was going to be said would be very important Midori inferred, which sent her heart skipping in a pace slightly faster than normal. Was some horrible news coming at her? Was some difficult decision coming at her? What else could possibly cause her heart to beat with a slightly more pronounced gusto?

Curiously Midori glanced back at the other two men, wondering if they had any idea what this was about. Maybe Mesheiko had a small conference with the others before she had arrived about whatever he was to speak about with her. However, Mesheiko's father seemed fairly unconcerned at the moment, and Cheng looked like... Cheng. Glancing back towards Mesheiko, Midori chuckled to herself. She shouldn't be so worried.

After a few more moments of simply following Mesheiko farther away from the others, Midori stopped once she thought they had reached a sufficient distance.

"What do you need?" Midori asked swiftly, her tone light. However, her eyes were curious and tender; her slight anxiousness was well suppressed. She met his eyes directly, continuing to wonder whatever it could be he would need to speak with her about privately.

[atalanta]

By the time Mesheiko had reached the goal that he had set in his mind, he was exhausted. Perhaps he should have climbed on Banshe, but even that required quite a bit more effort with a half-paralyzed leg. He had set many goals for himself during his temporary stay in the infirmary, some he had yet to reach and some that he had past long ago. The doctors told him it might take years of practice and physical therapy for him to walk again, yet he had made that stretch in the matter of only a few months. He had a very determined personality, and lots of free time in the infirmary to practice. At first the nurses and various other medical workers discouraged and tried to stop him when he was making his firsts renewed sets of steps, but soon they were encouraging him and helping him along, providing him with physical and mental support and made sure he did not fall. His father and Midori had been extremely helpful, also, through that time. Now, though crippled, he was able to walk to some degree, though always with support of some kind and never terribly far.

His destination had taken him behind the infirmary, out of sight for most anyone passing, though he was still able to see his father and Cheng. When Mesheiko said he wanted to be alone, he meant it, and he would go to any lengths to obtain it within his limited reach. He was fairly balanced simply standing in one place, but it was difficult for him to walk and he had to work to maintain balance that had once been so natural to him, almost like breathing. Mesheiko had not even attempted to bend yet, and he knew that, unlike walking, would indeed take him years to restore, despite his unyielding determination. He remembered the first time he had stood, although the second was more significant, and it all seemed so long ago. He had progressed so far since then. Although it was miniscule in comparison to any normal person, it was far more than the doctors thought possible, even more than Mesheiko himself had expected. He remembered the second time he had stood, kissing Midori. The very thought of it made him grin widely, which brought him to one of his other goals, that had yet been unattainable, to proclaim his feelings for Midori. He had been unable to as of yet. He heard her words, but he felt he had a much better, yet silent answer.

Mesheiko's eyes darted about in a glance. There were many people milling about today, and he should be with them, but he wanted to be here with Midori. He would be joining them in a short time, anyway, for the ceremony. They would see enough of him then.Withdrawing his arms from around Banshee's back, he tilted his head toward Midori, and bent towards her slowly, to give her warning as to what was coming. He could understand if she pulled away. Their last kiss had been at the beginning of his term in the infirmary, which seemed reasonable enough to him to try once again, but she could have any number of reasons not to. His eyes closed, and his lips searched for hers blindly, but he found hers quickly, sparing him quite an awkward moment. His lips had not been on hers for more than a few moments, just beginning to move in sync, when he broke off suddenly. Mesheiko's foot shifted, costing him his balance. He felt backward quickly, expecting the ground to rush up to meet him most painfully, but that was not the case. In the brief moment of his fall, his arms found Banshee's neck and he grabbed it quickly, clinging to the ostrich-horse. Banshee snorted in disapproval, but did not move. His feathers were not terribly ruffled, and none had been plucked out. Banshee was fairly used to Mesheiko hanging onto him, and catching him in a fall.

From his slightly awkward position, next to Banshee just above the ground, he grinned sheepishly at Midori and with some struggle and effort pulled himself to his feet. Banshee squawked at Mesheiko, for now he was missing feathers, but did not shift an inch. "A lot," Mesheiko finally responded to her question in words. "Are you really sure that you want to spend all this extra, unnecessary time with a cripple?" Mesheiko said, partly joking but partly curiously serious. Midori did not have to accompany him anywhere. She already had done so much for him. His determination alone would not have been enough to bring him to walk. She had given him the necessary qualities to heal. She had given him wonderful things: hope, faith, and love.

[midori]

Midori's eyes had closed as soon as Mesheiko's lips had touched hers, and for the second time in about a month, an intoxicating, heart-pumping, warming sensation of pleasantness smoothly wafted though her. Behind the kiss she had smiled, swiftly understanding and easily enjoying, but before she could slip her arms around his neck to naturally hold herself closer to him, to try to fully express her contentment and longing to be closer... his lips were suddenly gone.

Confused, Midori's eyes shot open, just in time to see Mesheiko fall. She gasped, not just because her heart was thumping at a slightly irregular pace, but because worry swiftly replaced her previous lightheartedness; a thousand tragic scenarios whirled into her mind in a barely comprehendable fashion. Midori's arms automatically jerked out for him and his name, anxious and puzzled, slipped from her lips, but it was in vain, as he and already grasped Banshee's neck. Her shoulders relaxed slightly and her arms fell to her sides - at least he hadn't fallen all the way.

At Mesheiko's grin, Midori couldn't help but return an amused smile. He was okay... he did seem a bit silly from where he was... but he had kissed her again. This truth filled her with an unexplainable happiness, and his next words brought tenderness to her gaze, though her bright smile remained.

"Mesheiko.." Midori began, amusement gently coating her tone. She took a few smooth steps until she was right in front of him, tilting her head slightly with a grin. "If I didn't, don't you think I would have left by now?"

Almost chuckling, Midori leaned forward to sweetly peck his lips.

"I don't think you're crippled either." Midori murmured, returning her head back to its previous position with a smile. "If anything, this whole thing is making you learn how to be stronger."

[atalanta]

Mesheiko shifted his feet a bit so he was once again right at Banshee side, and threw both arms over the ostrich-horse for support. Banshee had been extremely useful for Mesheiko first steps outdoors. The ostrich-horse was a supplement for a cane; no, in fact, Banshee was far better than a cane. While inside the walls of the infirmary there were plenty of things to hold onto and move to, such as poles, bedposts, cabinets, walls and various other things, but outside was far more open and he couldn't always expect there would be a person there for support. Oh, yes, Midori and his father would be his company on their journey, and there were plenty of willing volunteers willing about in the encampment, but Mesheiko would have to adapt without people. Well, he had wanted to start without people. When he was ready to take his first steps outside in months, he had asked for Banshee. Ever since, he would either grip the ostrich-horse with his arms or ride Banshee, sometimes to his displeasure. Mesheiko would be riding in on Banshee at the beginning of the ceremony. It would be simpler for everyone.

He greatly appreciated Midori's words. It was not actually the physical part of being crippled that was difficult to bear, but rather the mental part. He suffered through great bouts of denial, anger, depression, and doubt, during his time in the infirmary, and even still did. The evil foe in him was not going to be abolished overnight. Still, he could not help but roll his eyes a little at her last words. He was becoming stronger, but he always felt a step behind. There would be many things he would never be able to do again, some he would never do at all. His right leg was half paralyzed; he considered that crippled. He could hardly walk a few steps on his own without falling over. Mesheiko smiled, however, at the touch of Midori's lips on his for a brief moment in time. He recalled that Cheng had once said he envied Mesheiko greatly (literally more along the lines of "I'd kill to be you.") Now, of course, Mesheiko had thought this was silly, considering Cheng could already charm most any woman, but Cheng insisted that sympathy was the key trick in picking up any woman. Not to mention, Cheng had mentioned, Mesheiko's reputation didn't hurt him in any areas, either. "It's a shame you're only using such a gift on Midori," Cheng had said. Mesheiko retorted with "What if I'm not using it all?" "...Then you're being stupid." Mesheiko chuckled at the memory of it.

Then, a peculiar thought occurred to Mesheiko. The ceremony probably wasn't for an hour or so yet; when he had last checked on the progress of setting up about ten minutes ago, there was still quite a bit to be done. None of the seats had been put out yet, and there would be quite a few people attending the ceremony, more than he expected. Most were just fellow soldiers and some of his commanding officers, but there had to be at least a few hundred. Just thinking about that was enough to get Mesheiko's stomach churning again, just when he thought it had calmed. His kisses with Midori had soothed it for a moment, but that, like all things, was too good to last. He needed something normal, something nice, something familiar before he was released into the world into a new life. "Hey, do you want to for a little ride on Banshee?" Mesheiko asked. It would be like better times, better days, when they had first met, although they had left together under forced and unfortunate circumstances. Of course, they wouldn't go terribly far or push Banshee very hard; after all, Mesheiko had to ride in on Banshee. After all the work people had put into making the both of them look nice, it seemed a shame to ruin it in a ride. Also, Banshee, though rather ornery at times, had become Mesheiko's best friend. They certainly had not hit it off at first, but after the fateful battle in which Mesheiko had been paralyzed the pair had been bonded in a most unique and strong way. While his body didn't feel to be becoming stronger, all of his relationships certainly were, something more than Mesheiko had had before. He had sacrificed much in the battle, but there was also much to be gained.

[midori]

A mischievous grin curled into Midori's lips at Mesheiko's offer. A spur of the moment ride on Banshee while dressed in elegant clothing? She repressed a chuckle. It was exactly like the sort of rebellion she had gone through as a kid - take a bath, play in the mud; clean up and visit your uncle, fall into the dust while racing your cousins; put on a dress, ride an ostrich horse. The idea suddenly seemed perfect. After all that time stuck in the infirmary, riding Banshee seemed like the most appealing thing to do right now, even with the ceremony in the near distance. It would be just like old times, only better because they wouldn't be scared to death. It would be freeing, fun; and Mesheiko and she could definitely use fun.

"Yes!" Midori replied swiftly, excitement coating her tone. She was very eager to do this for some reason, and she loved the fact that Mesheiko had thought of it. Mesheiko had never struck her as being extremely spontaneous, but his offer pleasantly surprised her (and she loved surprises). Every moment with Mesheiko, especially recently, seemed to just get better and better. She was finding new things to love about him every moment it seemed, even if it was just small things, like a sheepish grin she hadn't seen in a while or the quiet carefulness of how he did things (certainly unlike herself). And if there were feelings she hadn't completely realized before, they were certainly coming to the surface...

"Let's go!"

Excitedly, Midori strolled over closer to Banshee's face, and cupped her hands around his beak. "Ready to go for a ride, Banshee?" She laughed. However, before there was time to wait for an answer, if there would even be one, Midori was already back in front of Mesheiko, thinking he should probably hop on first since she could help him up, even though she was almost ridiculously eager. And it showed. She was nearly bouncing she was so excited to get up on Banshee, wrap her arms around Mesheiko, feel the wind in her hair... Midori's smile was radiant and excited as she imagined this. Even if she was dressed like a noble, she had certainly ditched her elegant appearance. She felt more natural already.

[atalanta]

Mesheiko was surprised at Midori's eager reaction, though he knew he shouldn't be. She loved anything and everything to do with Banshee. Now Mesheiko did, too, but until the battle bonded ostrich-horse and soldier together, while he was fond of Banshee the ostrich-horse was rather annoying and Mesheiko thought he would have to break the animal. Now, he saw Banshee differently. Yes, Banshee was rather ornery and very loud, but it was simply a part of him. To attempt to break him of that would be to break his spirit, the part of him still so wild and free under the studded and ornamented saddle and bridle. Perhaps it was the natural spirit in Banshee, that, despite all his military training, had made him to be revered as one of the best ostrich-horses the Army had had, although they were about to lose him. Banshee was being released with Mesheiko. They talked about leaving him, but Mesheiko found he simply couldn't. They were too close. Mesheiko had spent quite a bit of time in the infirmary, and in that time he had discovered he and Banshee were very alike in one aspect: stubbornness.

Mesheiko hadn't expected her to climb up first, but again he knew he should have seen that coming, too. Midori was a unique person, with many quirks, especially among women. Midori was not what you would call "proper", but that was what he loved best about her. A woman unlike Midori might not have stood through the terrible ordeal that was his leg, but Midori not only stood through it herself, but she offered him support, something he suspected many other women would have trouble doing. Cheng had always wondered why Mesheiko did not make the most of his situation, using his reputation, using his reputation to score points with nurses and other women as Cheng would. Unlike Cheng, however, Mesheiko was not particularly interested in having many women on his arm. That wouldn't last. Midori would, he knew, though he knew not for how long. Mesheiko hoped for quite a while. Midori was the first woman he had really cared about, though their relationship was progressing rather slowly.

He put one arm around Banshee's neck, the other on his saddle, being careful to keep distance between him and Midori. He placed his good leg in the left stirrup and pushed up. With difficulty, though it was hard to detect, Mesheiko swung his right leg over the ostrich-horse, which placed him seated in front of Midori. Banshee gave a little grunt at Mesheiko's added weight, but Mesheiko shifted himself into place so that it was as if to Banshee there was nothing but his saddle and bridle on. Mesheiko's family had not owned an ostrich-horse during his childhood, but nearby in their village there was an ostrich-horse rancher and Mesheiko often visited the man and his ostrich-horses, for Mesheiko had a great liking for animals. It was there he had learned to ride. He could not remember his first ride exactly, for he had been fairly young, but he did remember the lovely feeling of flying on the animal's back every time.

Mesheiko seemed to have lost that feeling after entering the Army. He had been rather stressed, concentrating more on what he had to do on the ostrich-horse rather than the riding itself. It had been so long since he had ridden simply for fun, simply to fly. In fact, he had not really ridden since his injury, for after he had been knocked unconcious he had fallen off Banshee. However, Mesheiko currently had no fear of getting back on the ostrich-horse and was actually rather excited about riding once again. Also, he didn't want to start the ceremony by forgetting how to ride, losing his balance, and falling off. That would be extremely undignified, and this was to be an extremely dignified ceremony. Officers had run through several sets of simple protocol for it, but Mesheiko was not used to so many silly rules. He had grown up in a simple, small village, and while they had their manners, it was certainly nothing like this. This was why Mesheiko simply needed a moment of freedom beforehand, a moment to simply be himself before he was put on display in front of hundreds of people. He just had to be sure not to mess up his appearance in the process.

He tapped Banshee lightly on the ostrich-horse's sides with his feet, expecting the smooth, light gait that was to come. The first few steps were rough and jolting, but in a moment, Mesheiko knew once again what it felt like to fly.

[midori]

Suddenly, and followed by a thrilled laugh, Midori's hands closed the tiny breath of space that separated the two of them and gripped Mesheiko's waist with an unexpected tightness as a rush of thrilling fear of falling consumed her in one swift moment. Scenery of blank rock, large structures, tents, and people whooshed by her in a blur; the only figure she could see in perfect focus was Mesheiko - his shoulders and his the sleek black of his hair, cropped short. With this vision to hold on to, it only took a few seconds for her grip to mercifully loosen. The ride was still fast and breathtaking, but the fear was now gone and exhilaration had swiftly taken its place.

The wind violently whipped her previously flawless hair into a twister of short, chaotic strands, and the part of the dress that hung down and was not anchored by her legs snapped in the sudden breeze. However, though her appearance was slightly more disheveled, internally she was rejoicing, for the freedom expressed in this moment was intoxicating. A smile was vibrant in Midori's lips and her eyes were wide and contently glistening. The air she inhaled was pure and almost electrifying, the rush energizing every part of her, including her heart which had increased to a rate that could compete with the thud of Banshee's gallop.

"Ha!" Midori laughed as they continued. She did not care much as to where they were going, but this moment, the wind, the flutter of her heart, the fact that she was with Mesheiko... all of it mixed together to satisfy her and fill her with a happiness not easily put into words.

Scenery continued to pass them swiftly, and Midori was no longer sure where they were, but it did not dampen her mood at all. Soon, in fact, with a smile on her face, Midori's arms slipped further around Mesheiko's waist, and she rested her chin cozily on his shoulder and her cheek against his against his own. She gave him a gentle squeeze from behind, in that expressing how wonderful everything seemed, how alive she felt.

Otherwise, she wished not to speak - it was one of those moments where words were just not needed. The pad of Banshee's footsteps, the relaxing sound of their breath, and the rhythmic sound of her heart was all she needed to feel content. That and Mesheiko's company of course, which certainly now, after all they'd been through, was worth more than she could ever say.

[atalanta]

Mesheiko felt the gentle press of her body against his back, though she gripped his waist rather tightly, more tightly than he thought she was capable of. He guessed from her whoop of joy that Midori was enjoying the ride, also, despite her tight grip. She was probably enjoying it more than he was, because although Mesheiko knew little of Midori's background- he hoped that would soon been rectified- he assumed she had not been able to experience ostrich-horses much. However, observing her natural talent with Banshee it was hard to believe she hadn't, though Mesheiko didn't really know. In fact, there was much he didn't know about Midori. In the broad scheme of things, they really hadn't known each other very long at all. In the short time that they had known each other they had bonded greatly first and friends now perhaps a little more. Mesheiko intended to progress with their relationship even further.

This particular gait of Banshee's was smooth and just a little quick, but Mesheiko knew he could push the ostrich-horse further. He knew it would be folly to do so, for it would ruin the generous attempts to make the three of them look presentable in front of a great crowd of prestigious people. Still, Mesheiko could not suppress the longing for freedom he felt. Finally, after so many months trapped inside the white-washed walls of the infirmary, he was being released into reality. He was not sure how his injury would affect the rest of his life, for that was still a mystery to him, too, only that he would be somewhat crippled. That being the only aspect of his life he was sure of, it did not seem very promising. Though Midori promised to stay with him, Mesheiko was very uncertain about everything at the moment. He wouldn't blame her for wanting to leave him eventually. Life was going to be doubly difficult for him, and the same in turn for anyone close to him. They were already quite close in a way, but he could understand if she should pull away.

With his drastically changed future looming not far ahead, Mesheiko felt the need to enjoy the moment, appreciate right now. During his time in the infirmary, he had done so little of that. He had cursed his condition, the time, and the place. He had to make up for it now. Mesheiko first just gently nudged Banshee's sides once again with his feet, but the ostrich-horses's speed seemed unresponsive to his touch, so he dug his heels lightly into Banshee's ribs. Banshee squawked, excited to increase in speed despite the weight resting on him. The ostrich-horse lengthened his strides, and quickening his steps. The ride became rougher, but all too worth it. Mesheiko adjusted himself, also, leaning his body close to the animals and bringing Midori with him. They were soon outside the civil reaches of the camps, and came to an open pasture for the purpose of grazing ostrich-horses and the various other animals the Army raised either for food, transportation, or war purposes. Sunlight filtered down into the field, golden on the rich green grass. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and there were no humans about besides a few younger soldiers keeping watch over the herds.

Despite its beauty, Mesheiko analyzed it and realized that he had wasted far too much time on Banshee's back. The ceremony was probably ready to start, and they probably looked like they'd ridden through the city and back. Filled with a sudden urgency that the Army had instilled in him, Mesheiko urgently dug his heels into Banshee's sides again, picking up speed at an even greater rate away from the pasture. The sights rushed past him in a blur, and Mesheiko only hoped he knew when to stop. He was already late for his own ceremony; were he to go past it, Mesheiko could only imagine the lectures he would receive from his officers afterward, even though he would have been already dismissed. He was filled with a torrent of memories of similar happenings that seemed to drive him onward and diffuse into Banshee with a certain urgency that could not be explained. They had had a beautiful moment, but it was over. He only had to hope there would be many more to come with Midori. Mesheiko caught the sight of two familiar faces craned curiously to look at him, and he pressed the toes of his feet against ostrich-horse's ribs. Banshee slowed to a halt a few feet from Cheng and Mesheiko's father. Mesheiko's father looked amused, as did Cheng, but Cheng always seemed to have that countenance. "Did you have your last adventure?" Cheng asked. "Well, I certainly hope that wasn't my last," Mesheiko commented breathlessly. What a rush!

[midori]

Midori laughed heartily at the short exchange of banter, exhilarated from the rush, and smoothly slipped off of Banshee’s back to face the others. Her heart was still pounding jubilantly as she grinned at the two after she had landed, and she swiftly ran her fingers through her short, unusually silky black hair which was quickly regaining its moderately wild appearance. Surprisingly, it only took a few swipes down each side to get the strands nearly decent.

“Oh, it won’t be the last.” Midori corrected confidently. She could only imagine what other things awaited her in this life – so much had happened already! And so suddenly! Midori couldn’t even begin to list all the events that occurred in the last few months, weeks, even days! And Mesheiko had played the main character in most of her recent experiences, she realized. Really, she was still trying to keep up. In fact! She had some business to be attending to quite quickly.

With this thought, Midori glanced up and over at Mesheiko with a sweet smile, though there was a glint of mischievousness in her eyes. She was still hyper from their previous ‘adventure,’ though she knew, sadly, that she would have to keep her composure for the ceremony. Though, the ceremony would probably be an interesting experience; she had never attended anything quite so formal before. She chuckled silently to herself. If only her mother could see her now; she’d die of shock. Hopefully she hadn’t already died of worry; Midori had sent a few letters home after all.

“Well. Now that that’s sadly over with, don’t we have something to be going to?”

Midori’s tone was now quite delicate as she attempted to slip back into her proper stance. She made her smile demure, her posture tall, but refined… All the things the nurses had innocently reminded her to take note of. However, she glanced in Mesheiko’s direction and winked.

“Ready, Mesheiko?”

[atalanta]

Still sitting atop Banshee's back, Mesheiko reached down and took Midori's hand on an impulse. He gave it a light squeeze, then brought it to his lips and kissed it softly. He knew this was in plain view of everyone- his father, Cheng, his fellow soldiers, though that was soon about to change, and the entire camp. Within the time that he had been here with Midori, Mesheiko had tried to keep their relationship somewhat of a secret by avoiding physical contact with her around others. But now, it seemed pointless. After all, he was about to be leaving. He wanted people to know just why he was leaving with Midori. His father grinned a little, glad that Mesheiko was so happy with Midori, for he knew that Mesheiko was not pleased about being released from the Army.

It didn't seem to be all that long ago that Mesheiko had been just a young boy, learning skills essential to any man in the Earth Kingdom: fishing, farming, and the like. Also, Mesheiko had some extra training and opportunities that his father did not. Mesheiko had Earthbending abilities, just like his mother. His mother had died in childbirth, Mesheiko's birth, but his father saw more of Mesheiko's mother in him than in any of his three daughters. He was strong and stubborn, just as she had been. And now, suddenly, Mesheiko's father saw Mesheiko as an entirely different and independent individual. Why, Mesheiko's father had even thought Mesheiko and Midori were going to be married when he had first met her. They were talking about traveling together, and he simply put two and two together, but it seemed to be the wrong two. They had denied marriage, but looking at the two and the love between them, it did not seem too far off. Mesheiko was concerned about how he would make a living for himself and the family he might have one day, but he was already doing so well. Mesheiko's father had confidence in his son.

Then, Mesheiko heaved a great sigh, and with a glance at the three very close people all around him. However, he would have to do this alone. Well, not entirely alone. He would be surrounded by people and would have to get there on Banshee, but at the moment Mesheiko could not feel more alone. "Not quite, but I think I have to do it anyway," Mesheiko responded to Midori with an air of nervousness pushing through his voice. Another voice, a loud one with none of the fear he felt in it, called out to him. "Mesheiko, Sir, it's time. Please follow me."

A young boy had come alongside Banshee's side, and looked up at Mesheiko, waiting for him to follow. Mesheiko again pressed the sides of his feet against Banshee's ribs, but lightly, unlike how he had so strongly encouraged the ostrich-horse earlier to run. The boy tried to take Banshee's reins to guide the pair, but Banshee snorted and shook his head at the attempt. "Lead on, then," Mesheiko said. It would look better if Mesheiko was guiding Banshee there, anyway. It would look strong and independent, as people often pictured him now. Banshee was to be in it for he too was a hero, if not a human one. Mesheiko was only riding the ostrich-horse because it was a long way up an aisle to reach the officer that was to be dismissing him. Mesheiko believed that he was equal with Banshee and would walk beside him if not for his leg. If not for his leg, however, he wouldn't have to do any of this at all.

Mesheiko discovered it was a long way simply to reach the ceremony as well, for he had long lost sight of his father, Midori, and Cheng. When he thought about it, however, it seemed reasonable, for there would probably be many people attending and space would be needed, though Mesheiko tried not to think of the people. The infirmary was in the center of the camp so it was easy and quick to reach from any given place, and where they were going would surely be on the outskirts of the camp. He an eye on the boy walking not too far ahead of him, but walking just out of Banshee's range, which brought a smile to Mesheiko's lips. Banshee often intimidated many people, including Mesheiko when he first was with Banshee. After the battle, he had been inseparably bonded to the ostrich-horse, just as he had with many people. Finally their journey to the ceremony drew to a close. He saw many seat, most hewn out of stone except perhaps the closest few, the few in the back. The boy pointed to a pathway cutting through the stone. "Enter there," he said. "Good luck," he said, smiling. His eyes seemed to admire Mesheiko in a way. He was still assimilating to the admiration he received now as a "hero." He guided Banshee to the entrance of the aisle, and many heads craned on their necks to look at him. Officers were gathered at the other end of the aisle, waiting for Mesheiko to come and to end his time in the Army. One journey had drawn to a close, but another was just beginning.