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 | | Subject: [the beginning of JEYRA* intro/ Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:48 pm | |
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No need to give up hope now. Jeyra popped her little brown head into her grandmother’s room and smiled a devious little smile, her eyes crinkling up as she did so. There lay her peaceful grandmother, all rolled up in her blankets, fast asleep. Her thin, wispy grey hair floated around her wrinkled old face like a wiry halo. Jeyra pressed an index finger to her lips and quietly crept away, being careful to avoid the particularly creaky floorboards.
Once she had made it to the front hall, Jeyra did a little jig of joy and clasped her hands together. It was time to escape! She grabbed her blue, white furred jacket and slipped on her furry white boots before slipping outside into the cool early morning. Well, it couldn’t really be called morning since it was still dark and stars still dotted the indigo skies, but it had to be close enough to rising time; maybe two or three hours? Jeyra didn’t care either way, as long as she got to have her exploring time.
She hadn’t been born here, in the Northern Water Tribe. Jeyra’s real home was among the people of the Southern Water Tribe, but certain events two years ago had forced her to move here to live with her aging grandmother. It was not a topic that little Jeyra liked to think about, nor did she usually respond when asked about it. A rampant spirit had taken her father away in broad daylight as he was preparing to go out to sea. Jeyra had never known her mother, as she had died in childbirth, but her connection with her daddy had been so strong that for months afterward she refused to speak a word. Which was odd for her, considering the fact that she always managed to find something to boast about.
But none of this concerned her now. All that mattered was that she was on a mission. Now that she was outside, she felt exhilarated. Her lungs were filled with the night’s cool air. She greatly welcomed how it nipped at her pink cheeks, like it was trying to get past her barriers and into her heart. True, Jeyra was just a young girl of seven, but she still felt connected to the cold and to the water like any other Bender. Of course, her skills were close to none, as her grandmother had not decided whether or not she was ready to enroll for lessons. As far as Jeyra knew, she was the only waterbender in her family, and this made her very proud.
The ice beneath her feet was slippery, but she kept her balance well enough, save for a few near-tumbles and clumsy posture. With wide, dark blue eyes that resembled an angry ocean tide, Jeyra approached the outer walls of the Northern Water Tribe city. It never ceased to amaze her, how tall and towering it was. Her grandmother told her that it was built to protect their people. Jeyra could see how it was capable of such protection. It was easily a million billion times bigger than her! But, you know, when she grew up she would totally be able to smash it down with one hit!
I'm gonna be the best waterbender in the world someday, she thought proudly, grinning.
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