<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cRdX0t8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Name:</strong> Mallory Rose Kyoshi ((Currently "Rose"))<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rikkar<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong> Returning something to Rikkar<br/><br/><hr/> <br/><br/><strong>"So this is the bending school..." </strong>A young woman's soft voice said in an awed tone, as her hand held a small piece of paper that had the address of the school scribbled down hastily. Rose had never been to this school before, despite living in Republic City for now...about almost half a year now, she thought to herself. She blinked slightly when she noticed she was losing her train of focus, her other arm carrying a book in her hand, as her entrancing colored eyes glanced towards the object; one eye a dark cerulean blue, the other a dark emerald.<br/><br/><strong>"I have to remember why I'm here; no need to get sidetracked."</strong> Reassuring herself of what she was there for, Rose made her way through the large doors to the school, her eye glancing around the large area of the gym like structure, noticing the various equipment that was used to teach people of all ages.<br/><br/>Rocks, pools of water, terrain for practicing martial arts and other techniques. It was everything one needed to learn how to properly bend their element.<br/><br/>Continuing to look around, she noticed a large group of students walking back to what appeared to be the locker room, as a tall man stood in the center of the room, somewhat frustrated by something. From what Rose could tell, from the clothes, to his hair; she knew who it was in an instant.<br/><br/><strong>"Rikkar, there you are!" </strong>As her soft voice exclaimed towards the male, Rose gave a small wave of her hand, walking in fast strides to make it over to the tall Water Tribe male, book in her arm as she gave a small smile. She guessed that he must have finished his class for now, noticing the group had been near him before they had all left. Seeing the looks on their faces, they all weren't too happy with how the class went. Rose remembered Rikkar telling her that he was a strict teacher, and by the looks that the students had on their faces, he hadn't been joking.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm guessing I made it too late to watch your class."</strong> Rose commented, giving a soft smile towards the male as she glanced towards the somewhat defeated group of benders. Despite missing it, she wasn't actually supposed to be there. This visit was all of a sudden, after she had found that from Rikkar's last visit to the clinic she volunteered at, he had left a book behind after his session with her. <strong>"Oh, I almost forgot..."</strong> Taking the book in both of her hands, she inched it towards the male to take, her entrancing eyes looking back into his own.<strong> "I found it back at the clinic yesterday; I remembered that you talked to me about it while you were there, so I came to give it back."</strong> She moved slightly on the balls of her feet, her mid-length bob moving slightly as she tilted her head slightly, a friendly look towards the somewhat agitated teacher. Her  colorful healer's kimono, sewn from scratch,  (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/88/7d/60/887d60304a35eafa621584949c4a6e13.jpg) swayed with her movement as well, as her heterochromatic eyes watched him silently.<br/><br/>While people usually wore colors that represented their nation, or where they came from, Rose opted for a flourish of colors, something to set her apart from others; she never really liked the idea of having to represent yourself by a given color. Being free to choose what you wanted was what she loved about Republic City, from where you're from, to what clothes you could wear without being judged.<br/><br/>She gave a somewhat apologetic look however, book still held out for Rikkar to take. <strong>"I'm sorry if I came here so suddenly; I probably should have called first, at the very least."</strong></div>