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Seohwa had been at the festival for hours now, it was getting late and she’d done just about everything there was to do. But she was enjoying herself and wanted to stay all night if she could last that long. Though she figured it was about time to take a break and she found herself wandering away form the crowd of people. The small girl had come with friends but everyone separated to do their own thing, so now here she was by herself surrounded by a bunch of strangers who didn’t really seem up for the festival. I mean they were all hanging out in a corner so it was only right for the girl to assume they didn’t want to be here.

Though the girl felt it was the perfect opportunity to make new friends and possibly attract new customers. But as she got closer to the somewhat calm corner one of the individuals caught her eye. A woman, a very stunning one at that. What caught Soso’s attention was her hairstyle. The small female wasn’t used to seeing other women with blonde hair quite as snow white as Seohwa’s, let alone a shorter length than her own. Immediately she approached the woman, though going in slowly to observe her further. The hairstyle was very interesting and Seohwa’s mind began racing over all the possibilities that she could do to her own hair in the future. It only took one new thing for the girl to come up with several new ideas for hairstyles.

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Entering the army was something Yuriy had expected to do since he was a child. His family had put that burden on his shoulders once he was old enough to understand words. But now, with his family non-existent to him, he could only heave sighs as he patrolled and surveyed certain areas with his small troupe.

He had never liked people, not since he found out no one could be trusted. This was why he brought the least amount of men with him every time he went out, not wanting a large number in case they’d all turn their back against him. Never did he think that this’d be a mistake waiting to happen.

Yuriy, with his men, were told to check whether or not an area near their base had any spies or Suryan soldiers. Most assured him that it was simply another harmless surveying but his injured troops laying on the ground as he was surrounded by grunts had told him otherwise. He stood his ground, bending the air as he pushed most of them away. Though he was powerful enough to last long in a battle, being unarmed and surrounded in a 8-to-1 fight wasn’t something he was used to. 

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The clean sounds of paper against skin, sliding together in an effort to get to the next part of the story, was all that could be heard throughout the vast rooms void of any other noises. Maybe the faint huffs and intakes of breath from those engulfed in whatever knowledge they were discovering, but that was it. Just as they were, Sojin found herself in the same situation, scroll in hand as she wondered down rows of books and pages and scrolls fit for more than a lifetime. As a princess, she could never know too much, and as future queen, it was her responsibility to have knowledge of anything and everything for the future.

Unconsciously, she bit her bottom lip as she drank in new techniques to help further her bending training. These scrolls had thousands of years of information she could use to become a better earth bender, and she was determined to practice as many of them as she could. As she walked, she passed faces of those from all around: an elderly Duur woman who bowed and gently smiled as they passed one another, a young Elvan boy too engrossed in his reading to notice her, causing her to smile, and many more. But her gaze stopped once it landed on the familiar blonde hair of a good friend.

Breathe.

Taeil thought: Breathe. He thought that word repeatedly.

On the run (as per usual), Taeil was more scared than usual. At some point in his life, fear became a certainty of each day; and at some point later, it was a feeling so frequent he could just disregard it and move on. However accustomed he had grown to being chased, Taeil felt like a deer in the headlights. He had been running with all of his will, with all the power he could muster in his legs and lungs, for a while by then. He wasn’t sure who was chasing him, or if he was still being chased by then. He could only think to breathe, escape, and live to see another day. That was all he wanted: to live.

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she does it partly due to royal duties, partly for the sake of her image, and partly in the name of fond memories. the camp itself hasn’t changed much since riah’s own days as a student there. the practice arenas still stink of sweat and the ground has permanently turned into mud, in some places. 

still, she can’t help but see it through different eyes. as a person and a bender, riah has matured since the days she spent here as a child, and so she pledges to act as instructor in the training camp. she wonders, a servant carrying the few possessions she’d brought right behind her, if the students now are whispering amongst each other in the same way she had - about who was attending, what famous benders would be their instructors this year. it brings a half-smile to her face, imagining an eager child gasping over the thought of seeing her in person. 

Jinhwan rolls his head, neck making a satisfying crack in the silence of the small abandoned building. He’s been taking shelter here for nearly a week now, and he’s beginning to get bored of it in all honesty. He just needs a bit of a change of scenery. Or maybe a big change of scenery...

He attempts to suppress a small smile as an idea forms. It's dangerous, yeah, and he’s only actually done it a few times, but he managed to pull of each attempt. Besides, he can only take this sad and dreary place for so long! Yeah, it’s definitely time for Jinhwan to sneak out of the Slums for a bit.

It’s late, and Jinhwan is grateful for the cover the night is giving him. It makes it far easier to avoid anyone who might want to cause trouble. He slinks through the tight alleyways and the shadows that blanket sections of the streets. It doesn’t take too horribly long to find the opening in the ground that leads to the sewer, and, in turn, his temporary freedom.

He rushes through the sewers, climbs an old rusted ladder, and finds himself standing in some obscure street in some unimportant neighborhood.

The exact location doesn’t matter. What matters is that it isn’t the Slums.

The other thing that matters is that he should really get out of the middle of the road and stay hidden. After all, his somewhat ratty clothes make his place of origin pretty obvious. Stay hidden, stay out of sight, stay out of trouble, then get back to his current place of living.

Of course, at that exact moment, someone (a young woman, from the looks of it?) rounds the corner to stop directly in front of Jinhwan.