Post by raisa on Dec 6, 2007 10:49:42 GMT -5
Raisa lay in bed, sleep slowly hovering over her, taking her deep into a dream land.
The world, her world was dull, everything had a greyish hue, like dust was covering everything. She stood in the teahouse, several soldiers sat in the corner consuming sake, a drink her father didn't usually serve but had to due to the Fire Nation soldiers orders. Her father was so intent on pleasing them, she wanted nothing more to be in their good graces so that the teahouse would remain safe.
"The old goat, nothing but a brown noser," one of the soldiers said as he train his cup.
"Earth swine, I'm sure he's up to no good," another said as he poored more for the man who seemed to rank higher.
"I hear he is only being so accomadating so as to cover up,"
"Cover up for what?" a the higher ranked soldier said.
"Aiding. I hear he hides criminals in his basement and pays his dilivery men to hide them on the way to the great city,"
"Is that true?" the high ranked asked.
"Of course, I heard it from the most reliable source,"
"I heard the same thing," another soldier said and several nodded their heads in agreement.
Raisa opened and closed her mouth, trying to yell at the men, but it was no good, she was like a spirit with no voice.
A loud crashing sound woke her from her dreams. Raisa sat up in her bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes and her mother ran in through the door; she was clearly panicked. Her father followed closely behind with a few small bundles in his arms.
"Girls get up!" he yelled, Moi and Kina were already up, the two of them also rubbing away the shreds of sleep that clung to them.
"Wazhappenin'? Moi asked in a slurred sleep riden speech.
"Soldiers, their trying to break in," her father had a few sacks and he was running about the room throughing things into them in no distince order.
"What? why?" Raisa asked now out of bed and absentmindedly collecting things of her own without looking and throwing them in the bags.
"I don't know, their drunk that much is clear, but it isn't safe you all have to leave," He tied the bags as her sisters tied robes around themselves. They took the bags their father handed to them and he pushed them all toward the window.
"What about you?" Kina asked as she willing went toward the windows.
"I can't leave this house without a fight," he said as he helped his wife out the window, handing her a bag after she had gained her footing.
"Father, you can't stay," Moi said as he half helped half pushed her out the window as she tried to stop him.
"This was my gran fathers shop, I can't just let it burn to the ground," he said handing her bag as he mother tried to keep her from climbing back in the window.
"I love you, papa, please be safe," Raisa said kissing her father on the cheek before he helped her out the window and handed her her own bag.
"It's just a shop, father, please be careful," the man nodded, but he didn't seem to her Kina's words as he helped her out the window.
"I love you, dear, listen to your girls," his wife stood on her tip toes as he leaned out the window and gave her a kiss before closing himself into the house and watching them as the girls snuck away through the back ally.
Much of what occured between leaving her home and traveling the outskirts to Ba Sing Se we fuzzy to Raisa. She hardly understood how, in a blur and rush, her life, though not a perfect one, was ripped away.
She was a fugitive, a wanderer, a woman without a home. It only occured to her days later that she was now no longer engaged, she didn't know wether that made her sad or happy. In a way she was not to happy about marrying a Fire Nation noble, but she had in some way loved Qui Ling.
End. To Ba Sing Se.
The world, her world was dull, everything had a greyish hue, like dust was covering everything. She stood in the teahouse, several soldiers sat in the corner consuming sake, a drink her father didn't usually serve but had to due to the Fire Nation soldiers orders. Her father was so intent on pleasing them, she wanted nothing more to be in their good graces so that the teahouse would remain safe.
"The old goat, nothing but a brown noser," one of the soldiers said as he train his cup.
"Earth swine, I'm sure he's up to no good," another said as he poored more for the man who seemed to rank higher.
"I hear he is only being so accomadating so as to cover up,"
"Cover up for what?" a the higher ranked soldier said.
"Aiding. I hear he hides criminals in his basement and pays his dilivery men to hide them on the way to the great city,"
"Is that true?" the high ranked asked.
"Of course, I heard it from the most reliable source,"
"I heard the same thing," another soldier said and several nodded their heads in agreement.
Raisa opened and closed her mouth, trying to yell at the men, but it was no good, she was like a spirit with no voice.
A loud crashing sound woke her from her dreams. Raisa sat up in her bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes and her mother ran in through the door; she was clearly panicked. Her father followed closely behind with a few small bundles in his arms.
"Girls get up!" he yelled, Moi and Kina were already up, the two of them also rubbing away the shreds of sleep that clung to them.
"Wazhappenin'? Moi asked in a slurred sleep riden speech.
"Soldiers, their trying to break in," her father had a few sacks and he was running about the room throughing things into them in no distince order.
"What? why?" Raisa asked now out of bed and absentmindedly collecting things of her own without looking and throwing them in the bags.
"I don't know, their drunk that much is clear, but it isn't safe you all have to leave," He tied the bags as her sisters tied robes around themselves. They took the bags their father handed to them and he pushed them all toward the window.
"What about you?" Kina asked as she willing went toward the windows.
"I can't leave this house without a fight," he said as he helped his wife out the window, handing her a bag after she had gained her footing.
"Father, you can't stay," Moi said as he half helped half pushed her out the window as she tried to stop him.
"This was my gran fathers shop, I can't just let it burn to the ground," he said handing her bag as he mother tried to keep her from climbing back in the window.
"I love you, papa, please be safe," Raisa said kissing her father on the cheek before he helped her out the window and handed her her own bag.
"It's just a shop, father, please be careful," the man nodded, but he didn't seem to her Kina's words as he helped her out the window.
"I love you, dear, listen to your girls," his wife stood on her tip toes as he leaned out the window and gave her a kiss before closing himself into the house and watching them as the girls snuck away through the back ally.
Much of what occured between leaving her home and traveling the outskirts to Ba Sing Se we fuzzy to Raisa. She hardly understood how, in a blur and rush, her life, though not a perfect one, was ripped away.
She was a fugitive, a wanderer, a woman without a home. It only occured to her days later that she was now no longer engaged, she didn't know wether that made her sad or happy. In a way she was not to happy about marrying a Fire Nation noble, but she had in some way loved Qui Ling.
End. To Ba Sing Se.