❅ boiling
the first thing that strikes her about republic city is the heat.
it's not of the oppressive, soul-crushing kind--the kind she's been told to look forward to when they reach the fire nation--but the kind that seeps; into hair, into her cheeks, into every single pore of her being with an infuriating slowness. she unbinds her hair, runs a hand through dark locks, reminding herself not to forget her mission:
a fan. she wants to purchase a fan.
tying it back up again, the girl treks on--trying to ignore the feeling that sinks in along with the warmth--the sentiment of getting lost. it's not like there's anywhere to be right now, the bender persists, so in technicality, she's following her plans. going in the general direction of no where. finding a fan. she's following them brilliantly, doing just fine--
the sun dances in the middle of the sky when she decides she's done bullshitting herself, popping into a cafe to purchase a container of iced oolong tea before tapping the shoulder of an apparent stranger. she smiles over her drink, face and tones nothing short of polite.
"excuse me, but do you have any idea where one could buy a fan? the mechanical variety, i mean."