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Bust :(
Rozai shifted his weight absently as he wiped down the counter of his small store. Well, it wasn't exactly "his" - after all, he was just a part-time employee - but over the months he'd worked there he had developed a fondness for the building, as well as the family that owned it. They sold a variety of things, but primarily fishing and sailing equipment. As it was a coastal town, most of the residents were fishers, and they needed lots of supplies, enough so to necessitate not one but two fishing supply stores. The firebender felt that in the past year, he'd eaten more fish than he had in his entire twenty-two years of life, but he didn't mind so much. After all, he was free to be his own man, though he didn't see himself choosing to go back on a boat anytime soon.
The day had been rather slow. Rozai woke up at the crack of dawn, the fire in his blood singing as the sun rose, and he'd gone through his basic firebending stances in the privacy of the room he rented from a family in the village before being called to eat. He had left for work right after eating a quick breakfast, and had been standing behind the counter of the store since then, occasionally making a sale to a customer. He knew everyone that lived in the village, had attended many festivals and ceremonies with them, and as he considered his position, he found himself thinking about the possibility of traveling more.
The only thing the young man missed about being in the Fire Nation navy was the many different locations he'd been able to see. Rozai had sailed through icebergs in the south pole, scouting for remnants of the tribes there, had walked through Earth Kingdom ports and cities and had even be able to see an abandoned Air Temple - though the memory left his heart hurting. Somewhere along the way, he realized that he wasn't fighting to protect his people as he had been led to believe, but that he was actually causing the pain and suffering of others. Even then, he hadn't been brave enough to stand up for his newfound beliefs, and had chosen instead to fake his own death to escape the Fire Nation's war machine.
These thoughts only reminded him of what he had left behind. In his mind, he tried to remember his mother's face, and he found that he couldn't quite conjure her image in his mind's eye. He wondered what his sisters would be doing now. They had received money from the Fire Nation after he died, or at least he had been told that in the event of his death they would. That money wouldn't last forever, though.
As he thought, he realized that he had been seeing someone new around town for the past few days. A young woman that was dressed in Water Tribe blues. Rozai thought it likely she was renting a room at the only inn available in town. She always seemed a little skittish, so he hasn't approached her, waiting for other people to give him information about her through roundabout conversations.
The day had been rather slow. Rozai woke up at the crack of dawn, the fire in his blood singing as the sun rose, and he'd gone through his basic firebending stances in the privacy of the room he rented from a family in the village before being called to eat. He had left for work right after eating a quick breakfast, and had been standing behind the counter of the store since then, occasionally making a sale to a customer. He knew everyone that lived in the village, had attended many festivals and ceremonies with them, and as he considered his position, he found himself thinking about the possibility of traveling more.
The only thing the young man missed about being in the Fire Nation navy was the many different locations he'd been able to see. Rozai had sailed through icebergs in the south pole, scouting for remnants of the tribes there, had walked through Earth Kingdom ports and cities and had even be able to see an abandoned Air Temple - though the memory left his heart hurting. Somewhere along the way, he realized that he wasn't fighting to protect his people as he had been led to believe, but that he was actually causing the pain and suffering of others. Even then, he hadn't been brave enough to stand up for his newfound beliefs, and had chosen instead to fake his own death to escape the Fire Nation's war machine.
These thoughts only reminded him of what he had left behind. In his mind, he tried to remember his mother's face, and he found that he couldn't quite conjure her image in his mind's eye. He wondered what his sisters would be doing now. They had received money from the Fire Nation after he died, or at least he had been told that in the event of his death they would. That money wouldn't last forever, though.
As he thought, he realized that he had been seeing someone new around town for the past few days. A young woman that was dressed in Water Tribe blues. Rozai thought it likely she was renting a room at the only inn available in town. She always seemed a little skittish, so he hasn't approached her, waiting for other people to give him information about her through roundabout conversations.