<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/ShinMinAvi.png)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Shin Min-hee (pronounced Sin Mihn Hee)<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Earth<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Paper Boat Festival<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Participants<br/><br/>Min-hee had followed the paper boats from Au Yung, along the Bamboo River, to the village of Pai-Sun.  The pale ships and their accompanying lanterns her travelling companions along the winding river like blessed spirits of the water.  It was a good omen.  Min-hee swam with the boats during the day and watched them bob along the slow moving river when falling asleep at night.  She did nothing to disturb their travels.  That would anger the spirits of sisterhood and harmony that the ceremony honored and Min-hee would never seek to dishonor the spirits.<br/><br/>It was morning when she arrived at the edge of Pai-Sun where the stone bridges crossed from one shore to the other and a crowd had gathered to see the coming of the paper boats.  Min-hee’s bamboo douli shaded her delicate looking features from morning rays and a smile spread along shadowed lips as the children began to wade out to meet the coming boats.  They would learn the benefits of discipline in time, but that time was not today.<br/><br/>Min-hee moved deftly through the crowd of onlookers dressed in their favorite habook and hanfu, her own immodest crimson and black silks hidden by a drab monk’s robe.  Normally she would forgo the outer layer so she could test her body against the elements, but she was not advertising her presence as a master of Seonjo Wudang, not yet.  Like many of the gathered Min-hee attention was drawn to the great stone disk above the swirling river waters and the contestants that were quickly ascending the step after the agile display of Xiang Xiao.  Like many men in the gathered townsfolk the sight of Xiao’s oiled flesh glistening in the morning sun drew Min-hee’s eye and the yin within her.  It had been many months since she had released her yin to balance her desires, but she was a Seonjo master and could go many more months if necessary.<br/><br/>The challenge was laid before the masters of all schools and as much as Min-hee had journeyed to Pai-Sun on a personal quest to avenge her ancestors, she was honor-bound to defend her schools among the other masters.  Min-hee stepped forward and ascended the steps unhurried to reach the stone disk balanced delicately among the competitors.  She had heard of some of the masters by reputation of others she had heard nothing at all.  It mattered little.  As a Seonjo Master you learned to master yourself first.  When you mastered yourself none could defeat you. Upon reaching the stone she gave the man her name and school and stepped lightly upon the stone making no disturbance to the weight of the disk.<br/><br/>“Shin Min-hee comes representing Seonjo School of Wudang!” He called to the crowd who murmured in response.  Seonjo was a myth to the people of Pai-Sun, alchemists from the haunted forest of Jeju.  It was said that a true master of Seonjo as much ghost as man, or in this case woman.  Min-hee removed her drab robe to reveal the silken half habook that served as the dress of the Seonjo monastery.  Ribbons of Idu script fluttered on the morning breeze as did the hem of silk that caressed sun-kissed thighs supple and full from hard work and the occasional pastry.  Min-hee tossed her robe onto one of the poles near to the stone disk and centered took a slow deep breath causing her bosom to rise alluringly.<br/><br/>She breathed in the scent of the air and the solidity of the stone.  She could feel the flow of the water in her veins match the water of the river and the flicking of the paper lanterns in her movements.  The golden crucible within stoked by her breath and her eyes alight with the chi that flowed within her body.<br/>