Snippet #1010142

Chel, Southern Air Temple, Bottom of the Cliff

"A-air bender... You're mistak..." Chel sputtered, before blushing deeply. Of course he could tell, she chided to herself. He managed to take this fall without a trace of effort, lifted us both all the way back up in a matter of seconds, and has the arrow marks of a master... Her coincidental winds wouldn't be enough to fool a studied eye. Chel sighed, and started again, with a bow. "Thank you so much for your help. I've only been training for a few months, I'm really not sure what I was thinking..." She held the bag up with an embarrassed chuckle, "but this bag has more or less been my life's work as a mechanist, I don't know what I'd do without..."

With that, her voice trailed off as her gaze rose upward; all around, pages of sketches and notes began to drift down from the sky like leaves in the fall. Cursing under her breath, she muttered a quiet, painful "I'm sorry, one moment" and took a few steps back. "No reason for hiding it now, I suppose," she said in a whisper laced in regret. Squinting upwards, she pulled up her goggles to block the sun, took a deep breath, and with a few movements of her hands began to bring the papers in a slow circling wind around her. In a few seconds, the entire sketchbook orbited around her; inside the paper tunnel, a silent, rapid *flick* *flick* could be heard. As the wall of sketches thinned, one could see she was deftly grabbing each page in order as they came around. The book was back together after a few seconds' work, and she hurried back to Gyang Pasun with another bow in apology for her rude interruption. Her flustered blush from almost dying had been replaced by a lighter blush of embarrassment from the stares of an unavoidable audience.

"What's you're name?" He said with a smile. "I'm Gyang Pasun." She shook his hand, returned the smile, and replied respectfully, "I'm Chel, though the pleasure is certainly mine."