Master Satomi (mastersato) wrote in avatarnation, @ 2009-09-03 13:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | azhar, sato |
Who: Satomi and OTA.
When: Just after noon.
Where: The Sword and Fan
What: Admissions work at the Sword and Fan and perhaps taking on a new student.
The Messenger Hawk was perched on Satomi’s window when she returned from her morning meditation and she nearly ignored it. It was hardly ever good news. If Kiri wished a word with her then she sent one of her kitchen boys; the masters frequently saw each other during the day and none of them were out of the city as far as she knew, so it was unlikely it was from someone she cared to hear from. She would have ignored it, but when it began to repeatedly squawk, and she didn’t have the heart to throw something at it as she shouted at her students for doing so, she took the message and shooed it away from her window with several quick flicks of her wrists.
It had no official markings so she decided it could at least wait until later, after all, she did not like to hurry bad news, if it turned out to be such. But as she crossed the training yard she noticed one of the older students, a boy from the Southern Water Tribe and not much older than Kozu, demonstrating the proper push up technique to a group of first level students. Satomi was not a mean spirited woman, but she had a reputation for being a bit eccentric, if asked she would always claim she was merely assisting the students in their quest for knowledge. When the student’s chest nearly touched the surface of the yard floor she quickly came to sit on his back, long legs folded, ignoring his faint groan of protest and the soft sounds of giggling from the first levels. She had done that to Kozu often enough, but that had been more a part of his training than one of her odd moments.
“Come along, Jian, you are slowing,” she opened the message as she spoke, “You are not setting a good example for your students. I am not that heavy.” Once again she ignored the groans, giggling and the soft ’yes, Master Satomi’, her eyes scanning the page. It wasn’t any real news at all, just the same old thing that most of the masters had been receiving lately. An invitation to them or any of their skilled students to fight a bender in the ring, ‘to finally see who was more powerful’. She had no interest in that sort of nonsense, or at least she didn’t since she got caught fighting for sport the last time, she could have beaten Kozu for that, but at the time she was teaching him honesty and respect when came to his masters. Her hands were tied and she quietly submitted to the older master's punishments, after that she simply wasn’t in the mood this time. She folded up the note and slipped it into the folds of her robes.
“Your masters are probably waiting for you, best not keep them waiting.” She said to the young students and that was enough to cause them to scatter. Jian kept going, but once he was as high up as he was able she quickly struck a certain spot on his back with two of her fingers, causing him to immediately fall to his belly with an ‘oof’. “You need to work on your form.” Was all she said as she got off him and onto her feet.
As amusing as it would have been to continue to sit on him and make his life generally more difficult, she had other things to tend to. It was her turn to oversee admissions for that week and it had kept her busy, though she had the feeling that she was being kept busy so she would not keep watch over Kozu and his students ever moment, the other masters wanting to see if he would fail or thrive without his master there to back him up. She didn't much care for it, but she was obedient and it also gave her a chance to practice her calligraphy which had been sorely lacking as of late.
When she arrived in the front hall she sat herself down at the low table and rolled out one of the scrolls laying there. She only hoped that the rest of the day would remain quiet.