<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>Open<br/><br/><br/>Twice, miscreants tried to get a hand into her satchel; twice withdrew with small sounds of pain as her fingertips flicked hard against the pulse point in the offending wrist, numbing the hand and sending tremors up the attached arm. Once a hand pressed  on her rear, patted, retreated, but at that place, the crowd was very thick, people gathering to watch the stone-dance competition, and she could not see who had trespassed. While offensive in principle, it had been a gentle, respectful touch- and it was Festival. To grow angry over such a small thing would be foolish.<br/><br/>It did decide Shé to get off the street as soon as possible. As it happened, she was just arriving at a place that called itself the Tea House of Toy and, gratefully, she ducked inside.<br/><br/>Finding a place off to one side, from which she could watch the entry, she ordered rice with greens and warm saki, removing her purse form her satchel and jingling it once at the server's wary, questioning look. "Do you have many who try to eat and not pay, friend?" she asked the young man. Still slightly distrustful, he nodded, and soShé took out a coin and set it on the table's edge, as a good faith gesture. "You need not fear such dishonor from me, young man."  In truth, the purse was only one of several she kept carefully divided and hidden, lest some thief cleverer than his fellows manage to relive her of one. Far from wealthy, still, she had enough from her bounty to get by. And she would dance or wash dishes in the nude before she would lower herself so far as to steal from a hard-working tea house owner.