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[Today - hadn't been so bad. Twenty of them, maybe? It sure seemed like there were a lot less out here than they'd been led to expect, and that was only a good thing because she was tired. The weight of doing this every day was getting to her. Blood had dried in clumps in her hair, and she'd been too tired to bend it out. Now as she stood in the shower, the water collecting at her feet was pink.

It isn't supposed to be pink.

Her stomach heaves and Katara shuts her eyes and stands under the water until even the Malnosso's hotel runs out of hot water, and long after it turns cold.

The thought of going to sleep leaves her restless, and after staring at herself in the mirror too long, she goes to knock on some doors. She doesn't plan on staying long, but just - seeing - that Toph and Sokka are still all right will do her good. She hesitates, and then heads towards Caesar's door as well. When she returns, she's still awake, and so instead of a quick line that she won't respond to anyway, she makes a voice post tonight.]

Hey everyone! How are things going there?

[Hesitation.]
Nami, is... the house still standing?

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[She frowns for a moment and then gives him a quick grin.]

So should you.

Yohohoho... touché, my dear!

But even when I am feeling restless, I make it a point to try for at least a few hours. You never know how much it will benefit you down the road, after all.

I'll try to get some sleep soon.

I will let you go then.

[And he'd intended to do just that, but... he can't help but worry about these kids. Especially not when he's technically responsible for them. It's especially important in this situation.]

I'll likely be up for a little while longer myself if you run out of company before then.

Thanks, Brook.

[She looks from the book to her bed and then back to the book.]

...how about a cup of tea?

Tea? [Teeeeaaaa. Why yes, that is glee in his voice.

And that is the sound of pages rustling, as if stirred by a sudden breeze. Katara may pick it up before-

Knock knock.

[Katara reaches up to peer through the door's peephole before opening it.]

Hi, Brook! Come on in.

[Tipping his hat as he ducks his head in to enter.] Don't mind if I do, thank you!

What sort of tea shall we be having?

[Why so perpetually tall, Brook?]

Ginseng? Or maybe - it's late - so we should try chamomile?

[He's not tall, the rest of you are obviously just short. Should've drank all of your milk like he did.]

Oh, I think chamomile would be most relaxing.

[Hey now, some of them are still technically growing! Katara will just make her way over to the red button then.]

Hot water, chamomile tea leaves, and two strainers, please.

[Brook takes a seat when the items requested appear and begins making the tea.]

So it's just one more day we have to get through of this draft now. I don't know about you, but I am looking forward to being home again.

Edited 2010-08-02 23:43 (UTC)

Luceti isn't home. But it's better than this.

Better than a lot of places, actually. Forgive me for that, however - I was referring to the house.

That's fine. [She moves to pull up a chair.]

[You're very quiet tonight, Katara. He just regards you carefully as they wait for the tea.]

[She's just tired. Really. But not sleepy. At all.

She doesn't much care for the silence, though. So it will stretch on for a good half a minute or so while she watches the tea seep before she breaks it.]

Want to see something pretty?

Yohohoho... I tend to be quite taken by shiny things! What is it?

[She reaches over to the remote to turn on the television - fumbles with it for a moment - and then opens it to this. ~~The Mun Suggests Turning Off the Volume for the 15 second show~~]

The Southern Lights.

[He walks over to the television and just. Watches.]

It's beautiful.

We'd only see them at certain times of the year... and they weren't always this bright close to the village, but... sometimes, they were.

It must have been quite the treat. Yohohoho... it makes for a fantastic nightlight.

I didn't like to go to sleep on the nights we could see it from the village. It's just so... if you think it's pretty in that box, you should see it in the night sky. Legend has it that the colors come from the moon spirit and the ocean spirit meeting in the night sky, and dancing.

Ah, the romance of old myths and legends. Songs are written about those sorts of things, you know.

Are they really? I haven't heard any songs about spirits before.

[She glances at the table, and removes her strainer.] I think the tea is done.

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