<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/eb/13/a0/eb13a094331c93cd0434d0a85506cefe.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Name:</strong> Rikkar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rose Kyoshi, Ima Ri.<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Cleaning, talking to Rose, planning to meet later with Ima. </div><br/><br/>Rikkar paced along the now emptied floor of the school, eyes closed and his gaze to the floor as he pondered the day’s tedious lessons and his own students. Perhaps he had been a bit hasty in judging them as useless. Not all of them were incompetent. They simply didn’t have his grasp of water-bending, nor did they seek to garner his level of mastery. They needed to know for simple, everyday purposes, not for combat outside of Pro-Bending. His thought process was interrupted when his fur-lined boots stepped lightly into a deep puddle of water on the floor, causing Rikkar to pause. Guess it was left to him to clean up. With a sweep of his arms, he began to bend all the water lingering in puddles and small trickles on the wall and floor, directing it back into the vats along the walls of the floor.<br/><br/>He had just finished doing so when a voice beckoned his name from behind. It was a voice he knew, musical and pure. A small smile fluttered over his lips, perhaps his first of that day, when he turned to greet the person who it was.<strong>“Well if it isn’t flower girl herself. How are you, Rose?”</strong>Rikkar said with a smile of bemusement, crossing his arms as the other woman came over.<strong>“I sent them home early but yes, you’re late. You’re lucky you aren’t one of my students or I’d use you for ice projectile practice.”</strong>He replied, turning rather serious. Talking about his class of students was always a serious issue with Rikkar. A matter of pride even. Especially when it came to his colleague. He and Ima seemed to be competing on who could produce more talented Benders in their respective fields.<br/><br/>Rikkar’s eyes shot down to the book when Rose produced it, missing a very tantalizing sight that would have been her radiant eyes. It was difficult<em>not</em>to look at them. Rose had beautiful eyes, a different colour in each orb, which was a great indicator on her mixed heritage. And even then it was impossible to tell. Rikkar had both a parent from the Northern Water Tribe and from the Fire Nation, yet he orientated towards his father’s people because he was a Water-Bender. Rose on the other hand you could not tell, for she seemed to wear a variety of colours like a rainbow after a spring due. Everything about her just radiated light and cheerfulness. It was hard to remain agitated around her. Perhaps it was why Rikkar liked her so much.<br/><br/><strong>“I remember.”</strong>He simply replied, reaching to take the book, his hand only mere inches from her own. He had not forgotten it, having left it for her to find. It described various healing techniques, especially in employing one’s chi in the healing process.<strong>“I’m sure you learned much from it. No, you don’t need to apologize. You’re always welcome here.”</strong>He said, finally glancing up to her face and offering a fuller, wider smile.<strong>“And if you called, you would have wasted your time. No one here has the time to pick up calls.”</strong>Rikkar answered with a snicker, turning the book over and running his hands over it. He bet it even smelled like her.<br/><br/>It was then that Ima chose to drop in, causing Rikkar to stand rigidly. The Earth-Bending teacher was an imposing figure, hard like the rocks she smashed and just as solid in her verbal banter. Even show the slightest of insecurity and she’ll crush you for it.<em>Great, she seen me with a girl. Now I’ll never hear the end of it</em>Rikkar thought with a mental sigh. A flush was creeping into his neck as Ima offered a suggestion for their more foolish students, one that he normally would have agreed to gleefully if he wasn’t in such a state of emotional turmoil.<strong>“I’ll find you for that drink, Ima. And we’ll certainly discuss your plan sometime, though I hope your two or three students can stand up to the entire Water-Bending roster.”</strong>He snickered, giving his colleague a wave. Once she departed, he turned back to Rose.<br/><br/><strong>“Well you heard her.”</strong>He said to Rose with a smile, holding the book idly at his side.<strong>“If you want to practice what you’ve learned, come by tomorrow again. There’ll be plenty of hurt and bruised students who’ll need their mommies, or the next best thing a pretty little nurse, to patch them up once we’ve thrown them into an arena. Would you be willing to attend? I can’t pay you much unfortunately, given our current state of financial troubles…”</strong>Rikkar said, his voice faltering and trialing off. Talking about the local gangs putting the squeeze on students and chasing off other prospective individuals from joining had put a dent in the school’s finances. He and Ima still needed to figure out a solution for it and he certainly didn’t want the docile and delicate Rose to get involved.<br/><br/>He had no idea what she was capable of. All he had seen was a caring, tender healer so far.<br/>