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beckyh2112 July 1 2009, 20:25:32 UTC
A man steps into her clinic, and Song glances up to see what he needs her for- And the cup of willowbark tea drops from her nerveless fingers.

The Director of the Dai Li is here.

He does not wear his minister's robes, but traveler's clothes of tunic and pants. They are finely made, though, she notes, tastefully elegant and wealthy. They would attract trouble, especially for a man alone.

She pities whoever thinks he is an easy mark.

The Director stands in the doorway of her clinic, and she cannot take her eyes away from his. There is an intensity there, and it almost hurts to be the focus of it.

He did not come all this way to kill me, she knows with an utter certainty. His pride is great, but she kept everything that happened between them secret.

"Song," he says and smiles. "I am Long Feng."

And then he is gone.

***

She goes home that afternoon to find her mother in a tizzy. It takes three cups of tea for Song to calm her, and then her mother thrusts a letter at her.

"A noble from Ba Sing Se came by earlier! He wants to marry you!"

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dark_puck July 1 2009, 20:28:01 UTC
*cackles* Oh god. The look on her face in my head is PRICELESS. Whatever she was expecting, it by gods wasn't THAT.

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