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It's a long, long way
Apr. 28th, 2012 03:17 pm[Some might say it was funny that she had hidden in the one place reputed to be impenetrable, only for it to fall to the Fire Nation a mere three months after she'd arrived.
But she wasn't laughing.
She had finally managed to settle into a routine. She had a job at old Mr. Kim's noodle soup stand. She had a place to live - barely two rooms, but it wasn't as if she had many things to fill it with. She was almost starting to safe.
Strange that it was the army of her own nation that had set her on edge, while she felt more at home with the people of her enemy. She remembers hiding two small children beneath the bench of the stand while Fire Nation soldiers searched for them, just a few days after they had marched into the city streets. She felt sure they could hear her heart beating wildly, worried that she may be recognised any second. But years travelling in the sun had tanned her skin. Her hair was much less cared for, and kept in a simple braid, rather than an elaborate knot. Her Earth Kingdom style clothes were dark with dirt and stained with soup. It would take someone who had once known her well to recognise her now.
And now life continued as it had before. Almost. There were no more new refugees in brown and green, but soldiers in burning red. Street scuffles, once uncommon but not unheard of, were now a daily occurrence, between brave men and sneering soldiers.
Ursa sighed to herself as she poured a bowl of soup, and prayed to whoever might listen that the war would soon be over.]
But she wasn't laughing.
She had finally managed to settle into a routine. She had a job at old Mr. Kim's noodle soup stand. She had a place to live - barely two rooms, but it wasn't as if she had many things to fill it with. She was almost starting to safe.
Strange that it was the army of her own nation that had set her on edge, while she felt more at home with the people of her enemy. She remembers hiding two small children beneath the bench of the stand while Fire Nation soldiers searched for them, just a few days after they had marched into the city streets. She felt sure they could hear her heart beating wildly, worried that she may be recognised any second. But years travelling in the sun had tanned her skin. Her hair was much less cared for, and kept in a simple braid, rather than an elaborate knot. Her Earth Kingdom style clothes were dark with dirt and stained with soup. It would take someone who had once known her well to recognise her now.
And now life continued as it had before. Almost. There were no more new refugees in brown and green, but soldiers in burning red. Street scuffles, once uncommon but not unheard of, were now a daily occurrence, between brave men and sneering soldiers.
Ursa sighed to herself as she poured a bowl of soup, and prayed to whoever might listen that the war would soon be over.]
