Avatar: Scattered Paths

[The_Enigma]

An azure sky shone brightly overhead, a few lazy clouds drifting leisurely along its infinite expanse. The warmth of the sky betrayed the earth, however. Yang shivered and pulled his cloak tighter around him, nestling his glider haphazardly between his arm and his rib.

"Why is it so cold in the Earth region?" he muttered as another breeze nipped at his already chilled body. It was the clove of seasons in the Earth kingdom - the subtle shift between summer and autumn: the time of year that heralded harvests, holidays and festivities. And, much to Yang's dismay, cooler weather.

He walked along a desolate road, all but barren except for the never ending swaths of dry, cracked terrain on either side. The city he sought was in view, but no matter how long he traveled it never seemed to inch any closer. "It's a shame my glider's broken. I'll have to get some cloth in the city." And so beneath the azure sky and betwixt the barren earth and among the chilly breeze Yang walked in solitude.

[Ace615]

Guan Tzu was currently resting in a village on the outskirts of Omashu. He had just fought off yet another bandit raiding party. He had been doing this for about three months now, and had even heard rumors from some loose-lipped villagers that the Avatar had returned. Guan didn't really care, he just wanted to relax for a bit before he moved on to a new village.

[Luca-chan]

Suko looked up from a hill, enjoying the cool breeze. He picked up his glider and smirked hopping on a tree where a great view of the village below lay there. He had glided from forest to forest, slowly edging away from the temple for complete freedom. He knew though something was missing. Unable to understand what it was he launched into the sky with his glider, moving onward.

[Saturn_Ringer]

Just as it was cold outside of Omashu, so the chill had crept within the great city as well.

Jia had always been disheartened by the end of spring and summer; fall and winter were times of great beauty, but there was always a great melancholy to watch the earth die all around her and wait to be reborn in warmer days. Already, she could see plants beginning to surrender to the chill in the air; feel the earth beneath her feet begin to grow more brittle with the cold.

Shivering, Jia pulled her cloak a little tighter for warmth as she resumed her patrol. She would have to deal with the colder and darker days ahead; Autumn was the earth's final display of beauty before its long sleep, but winter was coming. It would be some time before the stones warmed and the flowers bloomed again.

[TBBaylee]

"Where is everyone..?" Miyu asked, upon walking into a small hut, nestled into the hills of the frozen northern water village. She had just got back from training her skills, alone. She had to be alone, for Blood-bending wasn't allowed or respected by the water tribe, or any nation besdies the mad scientists of the fire nation, always looking for a blood-bender to do their dirty work.

Every day, Miyu would wake up very early, so early that while walking around the giant water village, it seemed almost like a ghost town, for no-one was awake at that time. She would go down the the edge of the village, where ice-cold water would flow, and practice her water bending. She would go over every move she has known a few times, and then would practice new moves occasionally. Miyu would then go to an even farther location, where she knows no-one would ever look. It was a half-sunken fire nation ship that was abandoned many years ago. Here Miyu would walk around, look for corpses, and practice her blood-bending.

Miyu knew blood-bending was looked down upon, and not a good art to know at all, but she was so fascinated by it, so enthralled by it's call, Miyu wouldnt be able to stop if she tried. Blood-bending was her addiction.
"Hello??" Miyu asked again, walking through her best, and only, friend Hiro's home. She lived with him and his family, for Miyu no longer had a home or family to call her own. She was wondering where everyone was, not excepting the house to be empty, usually every day they would be eating breakfast by now. Her feet clicked and clacked against the frozen ice-cold floor as she walked around the small home, looking for 'her family'.

[Sarah Lockheart]

Yama sat snoozing lightly in the old padded chair the Hiro family kept
near the fireplace of their small abode, not hearing Miyu enter. He
had come in to have lunch with the family, something he often did on
this day. The old firebender had fallen asleep whilst relaxing in the
chair though, something that wasn't really suprising. He was more
prone to naps these days, especially after a meal. A slight 'whistle'
is heard as he snores lightly, one hand on the handle of the chair,
the other over his beard.

15 years ago, when Yama first settled on the outskirts of the village,
the tribe had disliked him extremely. He was a firebender after all,
and one that had been in the military. Times had changed though,
after years of contribution and general friendliness the water tribe
had come to call him neighbor, and them 'friend' to himself. Yama
loves this place he now calls home. Even if it was a bit chilly.

[The_Enigma]

As Yang approached the outskirts of the city he was greeted with a sight all too familiar. "Border patrol..." he muttered, hints of anger and annoyance coloring his tone. He hated the Omashu border patrol: they were strict, unfeeling, and generally discouraged fun - all things that Yang valued the opposite of. Still, the city could not be avoided. He had need for supplies, and Omashu was the only place around.

So, broken glider in hand, he straightened his stance and walked the few hundred yards to the city gate - and the patrolwoman that guarded it. "Excuse me, patrolwoman? My name is Yang, I am a wanderer, and I would like to get into the city."

[TBBaylee]

Miyu contenued walking through the small house, slowley, and silently, fearing the worst, as usuall. She passed by each room, through the small kitchen, and finally to the family room, which was quite small but had a warm fireplace that was.. 'still on..?' Miyu asked herself, seeing, wilest also hearing the small crackles of the fire. She walked to the chair that was dirctly facing the fire, putting a hand on the top rim of the chair, and looking over slowley to the man sleeping in it.
"yéyé!" Miyu exclaimed happily, waking the old man up as she did. "Good to see you!" she added with a warm hug, if anyone, she felt closest to her 'grandfather' Yama. Somehow, they shared a very close connection with each other, that of a mother and a daughter. Miyu smiled, walking a few steps so she was now facing Yama, infront of the fireplace, a warm smile on her face grew as she waited for a response to her beloved Grandpa.

[Luca-chan]

Suko glided from a top the hill, not planning to go anywhere and literally went wherever the wind took him. He was enjoying the breeze from the air around him when suddenly he heard a crackling sound of thunder. He saw the clouds darkened and rain started pouring. He realized he traveled right into a storm.

[Sarah Lockheart]

Yama came awake from his nap with a start and a snort, almost falling
from the chair. He relaxes when he see's Miyu's smiling face, and
gives a warm hug in return to hers, smiling as he did. "Whew you gave
me a start there child. Good to see you." Yama gets up from the
chair, his back giving a loud pop as he did. He puts a hand on it as
he stretches. "Gah I need to stop falling asleep like that." He
smiles at Miyu again and gives her a pat on the shoulder.

Yama liked Miyu, had come to love her as his own grand-daughter even.
When he had come to the village she was still quite young, and she had
always been full of questions, which Yama liked. She probably knew
more about him then the rest of the tribe, Yama didn't exactly like
talking about himself, but he found it easier to open up around the
young woman. Some things he never told her though, nor anyone, things
that would probably haunt him till his death, not for fear of what
people would think of him, but because he didn't want to face it
himself.