=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
“T— Tazzy?” Tazia just about choked on her own spit when she heard the nickname repeated. She had been willfully ignorant the first time, but if it was going to stick, she sure as as hell wasn’t going to let it so easily. “Only you would flirt with me after calling someone else your girlfriend while holding two other women at once. In the space of five minutes.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. Yael sat patiently at her side.
Tazia glanced around, inhaling the familiar scent of home. She recalibrated her sense of direction, trying to place the group on a mental map to figure out where to go from here. A wry grin crossed her features at Fang’s suggestion that she could “show them the good spots,” immediately followed by an elbow into his kidney. “Tazia is fine,” she said primly. She glanced around. “If I remember correctly, there’s a really good noodle house over—”
We’re being watched.
Luckily, it didn’t take much effort to find the person doing the watching as they called down suspiciously from a nearby rooftop. Tazia’s grip on her weapon relaxed slightly, and Yael’s fur lay flat. “Actually, I am from the Fire Nation,” she called back, keeping her tone mild. “I’m just escorting this group of tourists through town. They’re, uh… prominent seekers of culture, and wanted to see what our great land has to offer.” The lie sounded lame even to Tazia’s ears, but however boring it sounded it was believable. Somewhat. And it wasn’t too far from the truth— they did want to see what the land had to offer, just in terms of evidence of the Avatar’s whereabouts. But this stranger didn’t need to know that.
Tazia glanced around, inhaling the familiar scent of home. She recalibrated her sense of direction, trying to place the group on a mental map to figure out where to go from here. A wry grin crossed her features at Fang’s suggestion that she could “show them the good spots,” immediately followed by an elbow into his kidney. “Tazia is fine,” she said primly. She glanced around. “If I remember correctly, there’s a really good noodle house over—”
We’re being watched.
Luckily, it didn’t take much effort to find the person doing the watching as they called down suspiciously from a nearby rooftop. Tazia’s grip on her weapon relaxed slightly, and Yael’s fur lay flat. “Actually, I am from the Fire Nation,” she called back, keeping her tone mild. “I’m just escorting this group of tourists through town. They’re, uh… prominent seekers of culture, and wanted to see what our great land has to offer.” The lie sounded lame even to Tazia’s ears, but however boring it sounded it was believable. Somewhat. And it wasn’t too far from the truth— they did want to see what the land had to offer, just in terms of evidence of the Avatar’s whereabouts. But this stranger didn’t need to know that.