Walk on soles that are made in China
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WHO: Korra & Hei
WHAT: Two crazy kids hit town.
[ He's decided: he's going to leave Air Temple Island in exactly two weeks. He's quietly discussed his plans with Yin and Mao. He's established the beginnings of a network in Republic City. He's made preparations for where he'll stay, where he'll work. He isn't exactly suffering under Tenzin's thumb. But the monotony and close quarters are beginning to grate at him. No single word in Chinese -- or this world's equivalent of it -- conveys the concept of privacy, but Hei is hungry for the idea of it. Hungrier too, for not gathering for meals eaten from a single rotating tray, and for a real cooked dinner of meat instead of vegetables and a dessert that isn't fruit. ]
[ Most of all, he's tired of constructing his inner-calendar on when he does and doesn't get to see Korra. He almost envies her sense of good purpose, those duties as Avatar that give her a function -- such a vital one -- in her world. In contrast, Hei's impatience is only burgeoning with his lack of direction. He's never been accustomed to the luxury of idleness. It seems almost like a booby-trap to him. ]
[ Tonight, though, he won't think of any of that. He's doing what he's so seldom gotten the chance to: taking Korra for an evening out. ]
[ Standing at the lip of the island, he watches the darkened water, the glittering city stretching out beyond. To the north: the pro-bending arena is contoured in brilliantine gold. To the southwest: the metropolis itself is a bright starfish, lit tendrils spreading from its central hub. The air is still and humid, but carries a wintry nip. Inhaling, Hei tips his head back to regard the unfamiliar constellations. There's a lot on his mind, but now and for the next couple of hours he is free to bask in the feeling that he is almost a normal person (again? for once?), with an evening of enjoyment ahead of him. ]
[ His dots are almost connected. ]
WHAT: Two crazy kids hit town.
[ He's decided: he's going to leave Air Temple Island in exactly two weeks. He's quietly discussed his plans with Yin and Mao. He's established the beginnings of a network in Republic City. He's made preparations for where he'll stay, where he'll work. He isn't exactly suffering under Tenzin's thumb. But the monotony and close quarters are beginning to grate at him. No single word in Chinese -- or this world's equivalent of it -- conveys the concept of privacy, but Hei is hungry for the idea of it. Hungrier too, for not gathering for meals eaten from a single rotating tray, and for a real cooked dinner of meat instead of vegetables and a dessert that isn't fruit. ]
[ Most of all, he's tired of constructing his inner-calendar on when he does and doesn't get to see Korra. He almost envies her sense of good purpose, those duties as Avatar that give her a function -- such a vital one -- in her world. In contrast, Hei's impatience is only burgeoning with his lack of direction. He's never been accustomed to the luxury of idleness. It seems almost like a booby-trap to him. ]
[ Tonight, though, he won't think of any of that. He's doing what he's so seldom gotten the chance to: taking Korra for an evening out. ]
[ Standing at the lip of the island, he watches the darkened water, the glittering city stretching out beyond. To the north: the pro-bending arena is contoured in brilliantine gold. To the southwest: the metropolis itself is a bright starfish, lit tendrils spreading from its central hub. The air is still and humid, but carries a wintry nip. Inhaling, Hei tips his head back to regard the unfamiliar constellations. There's a lot on his mind, but now and for the next couple of hours he is free to bask in the feeling that he is almost a normal person (again? for once?), with an evening of enjoyment ahead of him. ]
[ His dots are almost connected. ]