Snippet #1733833

Han liked the forest if he was completely honest with himself. It was neither like the secluded Temple he grew up in or the big cities and towns he frequented. That was a good thing, he believed. It was nice to just walk through the wilderness, alone with the stillness of nature and his own thoughts. He smiled slightly. That sounded like something the Monks would say. He hadn't been a Monk for years.

He remembered his last mission. The Equalists had been taken by surprise by now sharp the wind could be. Airbenders usually fought defensively, after all. Not him. He showed no mercy as he slaughtered the masked men for a simple sheet of paper. Information the Resistance would find useful. He frowned slightly, a little uncomfortable with the memory.

Before he could rebuke himself for being so soft, he saw a couple of girls ahead in the road. He smiled slightly at them. They were pretty, one black-haired and one blonde. Nonetheless, his hand didn't leave his sword as he approached them. Many pretty flowers had thorns and the Equalists didn't discriminate between genders. Only benders.

"Been rolling around in a little mud?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the blonde one's mud-stained clothes.