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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=4EDDCF][I]SI WONG CITY[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=4EDDCF][b]Location:[/b] Tea & La[/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]

Steam and smoke wafted through the air, bringing with it the smell of campfire and various teas being brewed. Floor to ceiling shelves lined the walls of the room, each one filled to the brim with a multitude of different plants, dried flowers, dried fruits, and completed tea mixes which were contained in labeled jars. Fresh herbs hung from the ceiling, being prepared for use but were of little help currently other than providing some new scents to join the mix and maybe some pleasing aesthetics. Brown lace up boots with a black toed front clunked against the wooden floor with each step as the only occupant flitted busily about to check on the cauldrons, keeping the fires going, and setting up the tea sets for each table. She was used to keeping busy, usually having to time everything perfectly so that she could take care of both customers and brew. Now, the ruckus of sound and voices from the other side of her crafting room were no longer her concern, at least not until her newest server made up his time.

Kyouna hadn’t been sure what to think when she had been approached about Jemmu serving out a punishment at her tea shop, the parents hoping to show the boy some humility. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if that would end up working in their favor, the choice up to Jemmu himself on whether he learned anything from this experience but she had needed the help. The Yang’s could only be there so much and the shop was becoming more and more popular with each passing day that it was growing harder to keep it up by herself. It was the reason why she had accepted though she could only hope it didn’t cause her more trouble in the end. He seemed like a good kid though and sure, he might have done something a little over the top but isn’t that what kids did. Life was not without its consequences though and that was the case here. She was still waiting for the day when her own actions might hold their consequences, something she couldn’t stop thinking of when she saw Jemmu, her mind wondering about Akolo.

She shook her head to rid those thoughts, the high ponytail of long ebony hair swishing along with the movement before she reached for the rag at her hip, wiping her brow of sweat. The crafting room could get smoldering with all the different flames which added to the already intense heat of the desert and not even tying her kimono or a ponytail would completely help, though she was used to that problem by now. Kyouna shoved the rag back into her apron, moving into a stance with her feet and raising her hands up, bending the tea from the cauldron she was focused on and ready to move it to one of the pots. She might not be the most graceful or proficient bender but at least moving water wasn’t a struggle or at least when there wasn’t something to distract you. It was precisely for this reason that it all fell apart halfway to the teapot when an ethustic chime of the nickname Jemmu had given her rang out.

Kyouna desperately tried not to groan in frustration or agony at the beautiful piece of art that was her tea, spilt onto her nice wooden floor. Instead, she ran her hand down her face and went to grab a cloth to clean up while listening to the boy about wanting to talk to her about something. She nodded gently as she got onto her knees, working on cleaning up as she listened to him talk and ending up chuckling, the negative emotions from the disruption and ruined tea leaving her mind rather quickly. “Oh, is it now? I’ll try to keep that in mind when I see something disapproving though forgive me if I end up correcting you anyway.” she teased, continuing to wipe up the floor and knowing it would have to be scrubbed over lightly with water and soap so it wouldn’t become sticky. “As for your work efforts, you are doing a fine job and I will let your mother know as much. I don’t expect you to be perfect when you have only begun your journey. The idea of blisters is concerning though, are you alright? Do you need me to heal it for you?” Kyouna asked, worry etched on her features as she stood up immediately and moved closer to take a look.

It wouldn’t do to have blisters, firebender or not. The last thing she wanted was for him to be hurt and not when she could easily solve the issue. She was about to take a real look when he stated he had one last thing and the question left her raising an eyebrow. She knew what his punishments were supposed to be, laid out before her so that she could keep him to that line but on the same hand, she had lived with a strict parent and knew what it was like to feel trapped in the same never ending loop and with no fun. It was a hard choice and ultimately she felt herself crumbling. “Only the first day and already asking for time off? What am I gonna do with you?” Kyouna chuckled before sighing. “Alright, I’ll let you go but don’t get into any more trouble while you are gone. You mess up and you are on your own. I will play dumb. Just make sure you go home on time. Don’t make me regret this and maybe I’ll let you go early sometimes as our secret. Okay?” she smiled before making her way to the customer section of the shop and working on taking up new orders with a friendly ‘Welcome to Tea & La, what can I get for you today?’.