Zuma, Firenation Princess (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} smallestember) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} avatarnation,@ 2009-10-06 05:51:00 |
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When: Tuesday afternoon, after school
Where: Sword and Fan
What: Signing up for weapons lessons
Zuma had not seen her brother much lately and that usually meant he could be found at the Sword and Fan so that was exactly where Zuma went looking for him. It was one of the rare times she had any freetime lately and she fully intended to keep her brother from being a hermit...if she could find him. She hated going to the Sword and Fan, some of the masters did not look kindly on non-students loitering the halls of the school and she really did not feel like stomping her feet and screeching at them that she had a right to be there. Lately, her tantrums had been wearing thin, even on her. They did not get the same effect anymore and it was kind of draining.
With a sigh, she peeked into another practice room and hoped that there was not a class in session; she had already intruded on a few that afternoon. The young princess had only stayed to watch one or two for a moment...the sword classes. She had been thinking about the comment Taro made about trying weapons. Sure, it probably hadn’t been serious, but it made her think. She had made assumptions about weapons training without ever trying it. She did that with other forms of bending too and while she could not really try them, she could give them the benefit of the doubt. She frowned to herself. Maybe she should try her hand at weapons.
Turning a corner, she quietly opened another door and peeked into the room cautiously.