<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/76/c9/4f/76c94f176269a526fd43dde480c243ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Wǔ Shé<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Metal<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Toy Tea House<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Lian Xue, open<br/><br/><br/><br/>Wǔ noticed the white-haired woman when she entered. Naturally- many of the people eating there did. Lovely as it was, the color was unusual, to say the least. Shé had seen a young man, once with hair like that- but his skin, also, had been fine and paper-pale, his eyes a faint shade of pink. He suffered from the falling sickness and a host of other ills; some of the people of his village had thought him cursed, and wished him driven out or even killed.  The gentle words of a local priest, backed by the less-gentle but unspoken threat of Shé's fists and feet had finally convinced them that the boy was touched by the Divine, and so not to be molested.<br/><br/>The newcomer, though, stood straight and tall, clearly strong and self-assured.  While her eyes could not be seen at that distacne, her skin was a normal color- which made her long hair, reminiscent of a winter mountaintop, stand out all the more.<br/><br/>These were secondary concerns, of course, and fled Wǔ Shé's mind quickly. More important was the fact that the young fighter did not recognize the woman as belonging to Bǎi bìng xié. That was, of course, no assurance; she had no way of knowing who might have joined the clan since her departure, and many in the past had dishonorably used the name to cover their own criminal exploits.  That struck her as darkly humorous, since that was exactly what her clan had been themselves doing- pretending to be what they were supposed to be, in order to do what they should not, and the tiniest of smiles flickered across her lips in recognition of the conflict.<br/><br/>Since the newcomer seemed to have no more than a passing interest in Shé, however, there seemed to be no immediate threat. So, with a polite nod towards the snow-haired one, the former assassin returned to her meal.  Her curiosity, though, would not let her resist the urge to steal the occasional glance in the woman's direction, to see what she might do.