Zenji looked around and nodded, "I think I read some books on the Fire Nation at the temple," she said calmly as she removed her hat. They were indoors now, she didn't think Masuto would have too many friends that were in the Rogue Benders. She pulled out the pins and let her hair fall and stuffed them into her pocket. She walked around a little and nodded, "This place looks an awful lot like it did in the books."

She smiled at looked at Aki and Masuto, "Of course, I've read more on the air temples and what they were like before the genocide... I don't know why... They are practically the same... What with Aavtar Aang and the monks having taught the faith to those who wanted to hear."

She smirked and perched herself on the edge of the couch, "I think it would be fun to see the Fire Nation."
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Nyima looked at the man who hid behind the wall. She knew exactly who it was, without even having to think about it. It was her brother. But in that moment, she became that little seventeen year old girl, frightened and weak. She felt a stinging her eye. She hated that sheltered Water Tribe girl. If she had been who she was now those three years ago, maybe she would have been able to save herself, instead of being saved. She wasn't that damsel in distress anymore and she never would have been if it hadn't been for how her family treated and protected her. She shook her head and turned away, "Must have been a trick of the light..."

She took Rayn's hand and started to walk away when she heard Zhou call her name. [i]Nyima? Is that you?![/i] She squeezed his hand tightly as the tears fell from her eyes, "Ignore him," she said quietly as she kept moving forward, not looking back. That's what she intended to do, she couldn't look back anymore. She was strong now, she could handle herself, protect herself. That wasn't her family who had done that. She had grown up, become her own person, thanks to Rayn and no one else. She had spent years thinking, what if she had gone home? What if she returned and married the man as they had intended? What if she had chosen to see her family again? What if she could? She was done with what ifs, this was her life now and she couldn't go back. She wouldn't go back. And so, she couldn't look back.