Fire, the essence of destruction. Yet, the Phoenix is born from the very same flame. Maybe I'm not so bad after all. Proud daughter of Zuko and Mai.
Fire Nation Palace.
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-- @HeatedHeart, wearing his traditional Firelord attire. I smile childishly at him and bolt for his waiting embrace.)
-- deeply, my expression firming.) (Immediate rounds of applause greet me as I leave my ship. My golden eyes catch the image of --
-- @MistBender, take Yumi with you. She can't be seen. (A hushed whisper slithers from my tongue, accompanied by a knowing nod.) (I inhale--
OOC: Anyone following our 2nd Generation RP? We've got some great things planed! Even some new profile pictures! Stay tuned.
(With one last quick glance to the retreating waters, I climb down the stairs returning to the room cluttered with scrolls and @Mistbender.)
-- animal instantly calms down as it's mission has been completed.) (My liquid golden eyes scan the letter and I nod thoughtfully.)
(The bird lands on my forearm, pecking anxiously at my ear.) Calm down. (I scold the bird before taking the scroll from it's leg.) (The --
-- it may look.) (I catch a flash on the horizon and I pray to Agni that it's a returning Messanger Hawk, hopefully caring a letter from --
(The hands that mimic my mother's grip the edge of my ship.) (I let the wind ruffle my raven colored locks messily, not caring how --
(I position the hawk on my arm, nudging it upwards.) (The hawk takes flight swiftly, flying toward my Fire Nation home.)
(I stand with the graceful movements of a butterfly in flight.) (I bow my head respectively to my piers before ascending to the deck.)
(I attached the now covered scroll onto a messenger hawks leg.) Excuse me, please. I'll return shortly. (@MistBender @HiddenFlames)
-- (I write a swift letter to @HeatedHeart, my script appearing on the page in delicate calligraphy.)
(I unravel a scroll with tender hands, delicately smooth like my mothers. My fingers lace the object with porcelain pallid fingers.) --
I found this painted picture of my parents the other day. I can't quite tell if I was supposed to find it or not. http://twitpic.com/2uve44
-- I punch at the air, sending the jet of flames into the room.) (My face is contorted in concentration.)
(I kick my feet around in a complicated acrobatic move. A spiral of fire emerges from the base of my right foot, opening the door. --
-- take a fighting stance before opening the door.) @HiddenFlames, stand back, just in case. (@MistBender)