Nyima stood staring at herself in the mirror. She was dressed finely and her hair was piled it some majestic way on her head. But the only thing she could focus on was the little necklace around her throat. With that necklace her life and fate were sealed and handed off to some man. Nyima was not okay with this. She stepped back and started to pull the pins from her hair, and undress herself. She grabbed her coat and pulled on her pants. Walked over to the window, her only escape and looked back at the mirror. Reaching up, she ripped the blue necklace from her throat and threw it to the ground before she jumped from the window to disappear silently into the water. 

It had taken her sometime to get to Republic City. Between waterbending and climbing onto non water tribe boats, she managed to get there some days later in the middle of the night. She climbed onto the dock and smiled as she looked at the lights of the city. It was far brighter here than in the drab North. She laughed a little as she started to walk down the dock. That was when she heard a snicker and her blood turned to ice.