Sundevar
Givashel
@Firegirl210
Tai, I need you to head down to the arena and scout those new teams that I told you about. I need to fill that last spot with some new blood since I stopped coaching the Wolf Bats. I would do it myself, but I promised your brothers I would work with them and their new teammate to catch them up with their plays. Your mother might come down after her shift, so try to be nice to the prospective talent.
-Dad
That note had been left in the mail box of me, Tai Fong, just as every note from father had been since I moved out a couple years ago. And, like so many notes before, I simply crumpled it in my hand and tossed it into the trashcan as I headed to my favorite mode of transportation, my Shirshu, Mala. Why was it that any time Dad wanted a new team to coach, the responsibility of finding that team fell to me? Was this just part of the curse of being so good at seeing talent? I knew the Wolf Bats would be good, and yes, while they're cheating bastards, they're still good benders overall. But, that had taken three days out of my schedule just to weed out the other teams. And now I needed to go and find yet another project for him to try and ride out his career as a pro a bit longer.
As I approached her, Mala sniffed heavily at the air, rising from her sleep and running over to greet me. While most pets might lick their owner, she had no such inclinations, not with the venomous tongue of hers. Instead she just pushed her snout under my arm, lifting me into the air and into her saddle, custom molded for my behind. "How are ya girl, ready for a morning run?" At this, Mala gave an excited yip, or something close to it, and jumped in place. "Alright girl, I got it! Let's go!" Like a Polarbeardog, Mala took off at a dash, leaping the high fence of my yard and thumping down the street.
I leaned back into the comfortable leather of the saddle as Mala ran towards the bending arena. Really from what I had seen in the matches so far was that there were only two really good new players, and those were the fabulous bending brothers, or so the announcer had come to call them, Mako and Bolin. But, of course they already were working with one of the other trainers at the arena, and I don't talk to that man. That aside, I didn't think that I would find much once I got there. Maybe someone who, with a few years of practice and a LOT of luck might be good enough to lick my father's boot. Who needed new teams anyway? All they were good for was being on the losing end of a bet, and maybe a good underdog story, those were always fun.
The arena, while it wasn't open to the public today, was well lit in these early hours of the morning, and getting through the front door was easy, even with Mala. After all, who would refuse a dangerous beast like a Shirshu, or even more dangerous, a Fong? With her reins in hand I led Mala through the hallways and to the ringside seats reserved for my family, just in time to watch the first teams warming up for the day. "Alright...let's get this over with." I sighed to myself, pulling out a small packet of fire flakes and chowing down.
Tai, I need you to head down to the arena and scout those new teams that I told you about. I need to fill that last spot with some new blood since I stopped coaching the Wolf Bats. I would do it myself, but I promised your brothers I would work with them and their new teammate to catch them up with their plays. Your mother might come down after her shift, so try to be nice to the prospective talent.
-Dad
That note had been left in the mail box of me, Tai Fong, just as every note from father had been since I moved out a couple years ago. And, like so many notes before, I simply crumpled it in my hand and tossed it into the trashcan as I headed to my favorite mode of transportation, my Shirshu, Mala. Why was it that any time Dad wanted a new team to coach, the responsibility of finding that team fell to me? Was this just part of the curse of being so good at seeing talent? I knew the Wolf Bats would be good, and yes, while they're cheating bastards, they're still good benders overall. But, that had taken three days out of my schedule just to weed out the other teams. And now I needed to go and find yet another project for him to try and ride out his career as a pro a bit longer.
As I approached her, Mala sniffed heavily at the air, rising from her sleep and running over to greet me. While most pets might lick their owner, she had no such inclinations, not with the venomous tongue of hers. Instead she just pushed her snout under my arm, lifting me into the air and into her saddle, custom molded for my behind. "How are ya girl, ready for a morning run?" At this, Mala gave an excited yip, or something close to it, and jumped in place. "Alright girl, I got it! Let's go!" Like a Polarbeardog, Mala took off at a dash, leaping the high fence of my yard and thumping down the street.
I leaned back into the comfortable leather of the saddle as Mala ran towards the bending arena. Really from what I had seen in the matches so far was that there were only two really good new players, and those were the fabulous bending brothers, or so the announcer had come to call them, Mako and Bolin. But, of course they already were working with one of the other trainers at the arena, and I don't talk to that man. That aside, I didn't think that I would find much once I got there. Maybe someone who, with a few years of practice and a LOT of luck might be good enough to lick my father's boot. Who needed new teams anyway? All they were good for was being on the losing end of a bet, and maybe a good underdog story, those were always fun.
The arena, while it wasn't open to the public today, was well lit in these early hours of the morning, and getting through the front door was easy, even with Mala. After all, who would refuse a dangerous beast like a Shirshu, or even more dangerous, a Fong? With her reins in hand I led Mala through the hallways and to the ringside seats reserved for my family, just in time to watch the first teams warming up for the day. "Alright...let's get this over with." I sighed to myself, pulling out a small packet of fire flakes and chowing down.