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Tightropes are not Ty Lee’s specialty - which is not to say that she’s bad at the tight rope. Quite the opposite. Ty Lee is as at home on the tight rope as she is on the ground - but as good as she is, she is nowhere near as impressive as when she’s on the trapeze.
There’s only so impressive you can be when you’re balancing on a wire - flying through the air is much more fun.
Today, though, something is off. Ty Lee is not - but it would appear that the universe is, because Ty Lee has a sense that, very soon, she is going to fall.
Ty Lee never falls.
So she’s not completely surprised when the trapeze she reaches for is not there - but even if she was surprised, she would still land on her feet. Which she does.
And now the circus tent is gone, and so is the smell of animals and pyrotechnics and performer sweat - the smells Ty Lee has begun to associate with home, with her place.
Here, there is nothing to smell. No color. No wind. It is disturbingly bleak.
Ty Lee stands, and looks around. She is nervous - there is never any sense denying nerves, which can give you the adrenaline you need to do great in a performance and which can alert you to an attack, Ty Lee knows.
So, home has disappeared, and Ty Lee is alone and doesn’t know where she is.
She starts walking.
(ooc: Plotlocked to Azula, yo.}
There’s only so impressive you can be when you’re balancing on a wire - flying through the air is much more fun.
Today, though, something is off. Ty Lee is not - but it would appear that the universe is, because Ty Lee has a sense that, very soon, she is going to fall.
Ty Lee never falls.
So she’s not completely surprised when the trapeze she reaches for is not there - but even if she was surprised, she would still land on her feet. Which she does.
And now the circus tent is gone, and so is the smell of animals and pyrotechnics and performer sweat - the smells Ty Lee has begun to associate with home, with her place.
Here, there is nothing to smell. No color. No wind. It is disturbingly bleak.
Ty Lee stands, and looks around. She is nervous - there is never any sense denying nerves, which can give you the adrenaline you need to do great in a performance and which can alert you to an attack, Ty Lee knows.
So, home has disappeared, and Ty Lee is alone and doesn’t know where she is.
She starts walking.
(ooc: Plotlocked to Azula, yo.}