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First scene of the Yue fic
Oct. 25th, 2010 09:30 pm
They arrive on a ship made of dull grey metal, suspiciously clean and unscarred. The waterbenders stop them, search them, don’t kill them: Earth Kingdom.
Min and Mushi, they call themselves. (Such strange names, not a ‘k’ nor ‘h’ nor ‘t’ nor ‘y’ between them.) A young Earth Kingdom scholar and his elderly uncle, come to take not lives but songs and stories and poetry, to write them down and give them away to the world. Thieves, Yue doesn’t think -- it’s not unheard of to write poems down now and then, in bits and pieces, when the language allows. It’s not a bad thing. And there’s no reason why outsiders shouldn’t learn them, even if it’s been a long time since any of them did. There’s nothing wrong with it, not really.
They’re dressed for cold, but not well enough. The scholar (who can’t be much older than her, and looks a little younger) stands stiff and straight, very determinedly not shivering in his green over-robes -- flax-cotton, they must be, or something else no one here wears. The ship’s crew has less pride and crowd close together, hugging themselves for warmth.
(Strangely, the uncle doesn’t seem to be cold at all.)
“Welcome to the North Pole,” she says, and holds out a warm coat.
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Okay, I am kind of really undecided about this? I mean, I like it, but I'm not entirely sure of the direction I want to go in. And I'm really not sure about making Zuko's taken name Min instead of Li, because I have pretty much no reason for it except that it sounded right. Help?
Min and Mushi, they call themselves. (Such strange names, not a ‘k’ nor ‘h’ nor ‘t’ nor ‘y’ between them.) A young Earth Kingdom scholar and his elderly uncle, come to take not lives but songs and stories and poetry, to write them down and give them away to the world. Thieves, Yue doesn’t think -- it’s not unheard of to write poems down now and then, in bits and pieces, when the language allows. It’s not a bad thing. And there’s no reason why outsiders shouldn’t learn them, even if it’s been a long time since any of them did. There’s nothing wrong with it, not really.
They’re dressed for cold, but not well enough. The scholar (who can’t be much older than her, and looks a little younger) stands stiff and straight, very determinedly not shivering in his green over-robes -- flax-cotton, they must be, or something else no one here wears. The ship’s crew has less pride and crowd close together, hugging themselves for warmth.
(Strangely, the uncle doesn’t seem to be cold at all.)
“Welcome to the North Pole,” she says, and holds out a warm coat.
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Okay, I am kind of really undecided about this? I mean, I like it, but I'm not entirely sure of the direction I want to go in. And I'm really not sure about making Zuko's taken name Min instead of Li, because I have pretty much no reason for it except that it sounded right. Help?
