I just realized I had a chapter written out that I never posted. Here it is!

I don't own stuff here.

I wake up to find one of the Faceless standing over me. She seems much more eerie today than yesterday. The eyes look dead, not that she has eyes.

I get out of bed and take a shower. We didn't have showers in the South Pole because the pipes would freeze and we didn't have enough water in the desert. It's a nice sensation, the hot water running down my back. Upon finishing I step back to find the Faceless girl gone an outfit sitting on my bed. It's a a set of pink formal roles with a blue trim. It's too girly for my taste but I doubt I have a choice in the matter.

I walk into the hall to find the Faceless from before, waiting. She leads me to the end of the hall by the door that leads outside. Tenzin is there already.

"What's happening?" I ask.

"We're about to be dropped off on the roof of our living quarters." he answers. "We're on the tenth floor. You'll be meeting your stylist. He's eager to meet you. He thinks you have spark."

"I do?"

"He thinks so. I feel I should warn you, stylists are generally out there, bear with him."

At that moment a Peacekeeper motions us onto the balloon. As we move towards the building I look around at the city. It's bigger than both the Desert and the South Pole. The building seem to stretch for miles into the sky and the people look like sand, so plentiful and packed together. Near by I see a river that seems to stretch all around the city like calligraphy on a blank page.

"When do I meet my waterbending teacher?" I ask.

"After your big introduction at the opening ceremonies." he answers. I open my mouth to protest. "And don't argue. The ceremony is soon and you need to be dressed and ready to go."

We land on the roof and the Peacekeepers usher us to a door that leads to stairs. We go down them to find a room with a glass tube that goes through the floor. A moment later Sakari and Yukon come down and we enter the tube. Tenzin reaches into his cloak and pulls out a piece of paper with a series of numbers on it and spins them into a number wheel. The platform we're on starts going down and doesn't stop for two floors. We step into a large, ornate, sitting room. There are two couches and a TV in front of them. Joo Dee is standing in the middle of the room with a clipboard in her hand.

"It's time to see your prep teams. Down the hall on the right, first door on the left is Korra's, the one on the right is Sakari's."

I walk down to the room Joo Dee said and find two people inside.. Standing to the left is a man of medium build with blond hair and dark sideburns. He's wearing simple blue robes with a black trim. Sitting next to him is a girl with short, red hair, and piercing gold eyes. She's wearing a form fitting green dress that stretches to her ankles.

"Mihoko have you found it yet?" says the man in my direction. I turn around to see a woman behind me. She's tall with long, brown hair that hangs in a tight braid. She's wearing a skin tight orange jumpsuit

"The measuring tape is gone!" yells the one the man called Mihoko. "Aki did you check your pockets?"

Did you check yours?" he snaps back.

"Do I look like I have pockets? And don't act like you haven't been staring at me. I see you when you think I'm not looking." she answers.

"Eww. I did not to hear you say that about my brother." says the other girl.

"It's not my fault that he has no self control, Cai." replies Mihoko.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." says a voice from behind me. I turn around to find a man with dark hair that hangs in a loose on the back of his neck, strands of hair sticking out in every which way. He's wearing a sparkling purple top with two black vertical stripes that I now realize are a scarf, a black skirt, and a grey fedora. He's wearing spectacles, the left lens blue but the right one is clear. His lips are orange and his eyes are a deep blue.

"Zian! Not at all." says Aki.

"I notice you haven't started on our tribute yet. She looks like she could use your attention. Bathe her and get her measurements!" he orders.

"But sir we lost the measuring tape." says Mihoko.

"It's in Aki's pocket, I can see it sticking out. We need her to be ready!"

The cleaning is far from pleasant. The unknown hands are not welcome in such intimate areas. Their hands are rough and intrusive. Upon finishing they call Zian back in. He inspects me closely.

"You have hips, but your waist leaves bit to be desired. The chest is fine, but it's a bit out of proportion. You give me something t work with. Let's start with the make up. Cai, Mihoko, make the adjustments to her outfit.

Zian is gentler than his team was. His touch is light as he applies red paint to my face.

"I wanted to keep you true to your heritage so I'm making you a river spirit." he says to me randomly.

"Sounds stuffy." I say in response, not having expected him to talk to me.

"It's not." he says with a chuckle. "She's a Fire Nation water spirit. Legend says she was last spotted 75 years ago in some speck of a fishing village. It's a popular vacation spot among Spirit enthusiasts."

"She sounds interesting." I say.

"Oh, she is. The last time she appeared she destroyed a factory polluting her river. She always sounded more Water Tribe than Fire Nation to me. Oh here they are with your robes now."

"Here." says Cai. "Lenna's team was less than helpful. Sakari's robes are a bit simple though."

"They're based on her lover." says Zian. He turns to me. "He was a fisherman from the Fire Nation. Their love was forbidden by the laws of the era. He was burnt on a ship on a river on the night that would have been their wedding. The woman drowned trying to save him, wearing the robes se was to be married in. He wasn't able to move on without her and he didn't know of her death, so she became the river spirit in order to find him."

"What happened to him?" I ask.

"No one knows. Many people think his spirit possessed a man and kept switching upon death of the his body. There you are."

I look in the mirror and I see a woman with red marks on her face and a long, flowing robe. She's wearing a hat with a veil. It takes me a moment to realize that the woman in the mirror is me.

"You are the Painted Lady."