A pretty face. That's what people thought she was.
They ignored her toned, strong body and messed up personality and looked at her face. A pretty face. She had beautiful, glistening emerald eyes. She also had a nose, lips, but people didn't ignore them. They instantly took her as a sweet, kindhearted girl. They had no idea. . .
Rain ran down her cheeks, hiding her salty tears beneath a layer of wet, clean water. The night was dark but beautiful. Stars glistened like little gems in the sky and a full moon could be seen from a mile away. It wasn't as pretty as the girl wearing black though. She wore no coat, showing her skinny arms that were freezing to death. She wore a simple night tunic. Nothing special. Not that she could afford special.
Her eyes were her main feature. Giant orbs of glistening emerald showed she was from the Earth Kingdom yet she could fire bend.. She had a talent that couldn't go to waste in a ally way for the rest of her years. And yet, she wasted her time anyway. You couldn't ignore a person like that. Someone of many talents and someone as beautiful as her. Her hair, the color of red, would certainly catch people's attention. Too bad she was named after her hair. . .
She drags her tired legs behind her as she walks. She circles the halls a few times, a confused expression planted on her face. Had she been down this hallway before? Where was the exit? She had no idea. She shook her head sadly as she walks. It was useless, a voice in her head said, I'm lost forever with no way of getting out.
"Hey Scarlett!" A familiar voice came from behind her.
Scarlett turned around to find a young woman standing there. She had darker skin then hers and black hair. Kirra's blue eyes scanned over Scarlett before frowning. "What the hell happened to you?"
"I'm lost," She explains, her voice solemn. "I can't find the exit."
Kirra points to a doorway behind her. Just above that doorway is a sign saying exit.
Scarlett sighs as she walks up to her friend. "I'm overworked," She says, stretching out her arms as she yawns. "I need a break."
Kirra nods. "You sure do. Let's go back to my place for some food." Scarlett unwillingly followed her collegue out of the Pro-Bending Arena. She had been practising for hours and the last thing she needed was more walking.
"Kirra?" She calls to her friend who was way up ahead of her.
"Yes?"
Scarlett smiles sheepishly before answering, "Can I have a piggyback?" She got a sigh in response.
"Come on," Kirra urged her onwards. "Nara gets grumpy when she's hungry, and we don't want a rampaging polarbear-dog running around our house."
Scarlett followed her into a house. It wasn't a small house and it wasn't a big house, it was an average house. A nice house. The outer walls had been decorated with different shades of cream and brown while the interior was a lot more. . . what was the word? Normal? Yes, that was it. The interior was a lot more normal than the outside walls would suggest.
They had nice furniture, Scarlett could say that much. In the living room was duck egg blue walls and the couches seemed to have fur blankets thrown over them. They had a few coffee tables here and there and a TV. Ah, a nice, normal TV. Scarlett had sat on the couch while Kirra had walked into the kitchen to get the food she had promised.
"Noodles?!" Kirra calls to her from the other side of the wall.
"Yeah, okay!" Scarlett called back with a sigh. Noodles, again.
Nara had popped her head around the doorway into the living room at the mention of noodles. The huge Polarbear-Dog lazily walked into the room and onto her bed. She slouched down on her bed, her head lying down on her paws. Scarlett always thought those animals looked really uncomfortable, but Nara didn't seem to mind.
Kirra came into the room with two steaming hot bowls of chicken noodles in each hand. Nara's head instantly shot up at the scent and she quickly followed it back to the bowls Kirra had placed on the tables.
"So, what's up?" Kirra asks, waving the steam coming from her noodles.
"Nothing really," Scarlett replied. She didn't touch her noodles yet. By now she already knew Kirra would have put way over-boiled water into the noodles and they would burn the mouth off her if she even tried to eat them.
"Did you tell your brothers your in Republic City?" Kirra asks curiously, giving her noodles a good stirring.
Scarlett bit her lip and stayed silent. She hadn't spoken to her brothers in about 10 years, and she didn't much fancy telling them she had come back. What would they have to say to me?, she had asked herself one day, What would you say to a long lost sister you haven't seen in almost 10 years?. Numerous things popped into her head, most of which were unpleasant insults from which she thought would recieve from them. She had even forgotten what they were like; their looks, they're personalities. She had no idea who they were anymore, so why was she so quick to judge?
"Judging from that silence, that's a no?" Kirra asks, waking Scarlett up from her thoughts.
"I just don't know what to say." She sighs. She goes to pick up her noodles, but as soon as her skin touched the boiling hot bowl she brought it back, holding it tight against her chest. "And more importantly, I don't know what they will say."
Kirra raises an eyebrow. Many a times they have had this conversation, and all those times Scarlett had said almost exactly the same thing. "They aren't children anymore," Kirra tells her softly. "They have changed immensely since you have last saw them. Give them a chance, will you?"
Scarlett looked at her best friend. Kirra looked painfully concerned about the situation so Scarlett decided she would reply.
"I'll try to." She says, a small smile forming across her face.
"And the fire bending?" Kirra asks.
And then, the doorbell rings.