Talk:Book One Chapter 1: Never to late/@comment-33246279-20171007060931/@comment-25227324-20171009045907

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The ocean waves come in rather firm against the east docks of Republic city, the midday boats coming in. Aboard one of the cargo ships was Isla, a sea gypsy currently on a mission and with a determined gleam in her eye did she make her way down the crowded marina with a light bag on one shoulder and a canteen full of water on her left hip.



 She passed all sorts of people who were either on their way to the sea or also just arriving and happy to be back on land. It was the opposite for the aqua-haired waterbender as she didn’t mind being in the open water in fact she felt more at home in the seas than anywhere else. She came from a long line of healers who travelled the world healing the sick and learning new ways of medicine as well as water healing which is an ability her people had learned centuries ago.



The way of medicine and healing now passed down to her and that is only one of the reasons she finds herself here in Republic city...but the main objective today was to find someone. Last she heard, this certain ‘target’ was somewhere here in the city but she’d only just arrived and had a lot of ground to cover. Where to even start?



Isla: Hmmm…-brushes locks of hair out of her eyes- Where could you be?





This sea gypsy was a clever girl and though Republic city was ginormous she wouldn’t let the size be daunting and charged right on in towards the crowded markets to start her search now on land. She’d come all the way from the northern air temple with an important message and a stubborn intent to see it be delivered personally! Sea gypsies weren’t message carriers, but this particular one found it necessary and since she was travelling this way anyway, she didn’t find it to be too much trouble.





Wooden sandals crunched the soft pebbles of the road from underneath while the sheen white long skirt brushed on slender porcelain legs the fast she walked. Her torso was exposed and showed off a faded yet still visible scar, curved along her hip bone to right below her belly button. The rest of her above was covered by an emerald long sleeve shirt that left her cleavage open and able to breathe along with her shoulders. She even smelled of the sea, a natural scent to her of sand and ocean breeze, catching the attention of those who walked past her who would pause long enough to catch a whiff and enjoy before continuing on their way.



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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;">Isla had a thing for compact areas and the further she made it through Republic city the more pact it became! She didn’t do well within walls, she felt too constricted and on top of all that, she’d been searching for what felt like an eternity!

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;">She panted harder, sweating up a storm and clawing at a stone wall, grabbing the unwanted attention of strangers passing by whom gave her weirded glances and whispers. She paid it no mind however, in the middle of a mental breakdown as she panicked some more. Suddenly a truck swerved passed her, kicking up dust and blowing out a thick black fog from his muffler right in Islas face.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;">Her eyes widen as she dramatically flails and coughs loudly to get the smoke out of her lungs. Waving off the dirty air, the outline of a boy catches her attention and she continues the motion until finally her line of sight is clear and she spots him! Long dreads! She recognized those dreads anywhere!

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;">What once was a terrified expression turned into one of hope and cheer as she began running in his direction while yelling out the name in her mind! The one she’d been searching for!

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;">Isla: Knot-head!!