@opalbeifxng liked for a starter.
Lin sat under the largest tree in the courtyard that featured Huan’s art at Zaofu, basking in the shade while reading a book on and off. People passed casually, watching her occasionally, but never stopping. She massaged her shoulder for a moment - wounded in an incursion in Republic City with some triads two days earlier, which was why Suyin had extended her an invitation to rest there and away from the City. A figure passed in her periphery - her neice. She waved twice before settling back into her chair.











