Book One Water: Muddle of Slugs

As the rain began to cover the entire swamp lands, Anole was having a hard time keeping his focus as the tiny droplets of water around him seemed to constantly cause for the waters which he had been pulling and pushing to easily fall apart and break as his body continued to move in a rhythmic fashion.

The lands of the murky water were never quite the proper place for anyone, let a lone someone who was performing a task which required such a high amount of concentration as moving through the waters. As Anole continued to lift his palm in an attempt to raise the water higher and higher in his efforts, he slowly began to notice that small snickers and such from the surrounding area seemed to be entering into his ears.

"Ok you guys, you can come out now…"

Anole's voice began to break through his focus as the stream of water which he had been controlling almost instantly feel apart entering into the water's beneath him. His stance had been broken and reduced back into the basic liquid which it had been drawn from. And Anole quickly turned back in an attempt to get his positioning back.

As the rain continued to fall around him, the small bodies of water began to shake violently as two figures slowly started began to make themselves known to Anole. The first was a rather plucky young female who wore a skirt spun of cotton and covered with leaves in an attempt to give the otherwise simplistic clothe some form of uniqueness to it. Her hair was rather simplistic silver shading, while her counterpart was much leaner and bore a pair of short brown cotton pants. Her hair was also a rather lacking silver shade yet for some reason she seemed much more distant then the other female in the area.

"I'm surprised you'd still waste your time with that bending stuff…"

The thinner of the two began to speak as she attached her eyes onto the ground as though trying to forget about everything around her. Her ankles deep in mud as her eyes seemed to never leave the earth itself. The larger girl seemed to chuckle to her as she moved closer towards Anole who seemed to have his sites set elsewhere in the distance

"She's just upset that you didn't invite her to come and see you practice your bending… right Kiko."

The larger girl began to hit the smaller one on her hip with a slight nudge as though trying to get her attention, only to feel that she was now elbowing her in the side as though trying to rival her strength.

"Well Guii, you should know better then anyone what it feels like to get left out."

She spoke with a sharpening tongue as Anole quickly moved between the two of them and place his arms around their shoulders.

Anole was a tanned young man who wore the grabs of his people with pride. His pants were made of fine loose fitting cotton and a skirt made of grass which was worn around his body. His upper body had a half cut shirt which bore a ring of grass around his neck almost as though a necklace of sorts. However, he carried a bright grin atop his face as he began to speak to the two female with his arms around each of their necks.

"Awww come on girls, you both know that I'm not the 'inviting' type. If you want to just show up and give me a holler next time alright?"

Anole spoke as the three made their way back towards the village.