<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/ShinMinAvi.png)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Shin Min-hee<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Earth<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Tea House<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Scholar Qiguan Lin Sung (Mentioning Wu Cai)<br/><hr/><br/>Min-hee made to continue her pursuit of Yu Fan-fay, only half hearing the scholarly woman she had inconvenienced.  She had almost detached herself when the first pile of scrolls was shoved into her arms, pushing her back into the chair.<br/><br/>“But…”<br/><br/>Min-hee tried to explain that she really needed to be going, but the woman prattled on about fights and quiet and entertainment.  The woman was probably a decade Min-hee’s senior and therefore worthy of Min-hee’s respect like any older female would be.  Min-hee craned her neck looking for a glint of gold that would give away Yu Fan-fay’s position in the crowd.<br/><br/>“I apologize honorable scholar, but…”<br/><br/>Another pile of scrolls was heaped onto the first once again forcing her back into the chair she was trying to extricate herself from.  Min-hee believed in respecting her elders, even one not so elder as the scholar, but Yu Fan-fay was getting away.  The soaked martial artist resisted the urge to toss the scrolls into the air and continue the pursuit of her former lover.<br/><br/>“I am sorry but I must…”<br/><br/>Why was the scholar looking at her that way?  What was wrong?  Lin Sung began removing the scrolls tentatively, much to slow for Min-hee’s liking to be sure, but she endured it for honor’s sake.  The last scroll peeled away from her skin leaving perfectly mirrored hanzi scrawled across her breasts.   She glanced down and back up to meat Lin Sung’s gaze only Lin Sung’s gaze was lingering over the goose-pimpled flesh of her tanned breasts.  The wet silks clung to Min-hee’s wet skin, the cold water and adrenaline of combat pressed against the veil of fabric revealing the promise of dark areola puckered with the thrill of the chase.<br/><br/>“I am sorry honorable scholar, but I am chasing a sorceress, a necro…man…ce…” Min-hee stood and whipped her arm around to point in the direction of Yu Fan-fay sending droplets of water sprinkling Lin Sung, her scrolls and others with river water.  Yu Fan-fay was nowhere to be seen.  She gave a little sigh.<br/><br/>“And she is gone.”  Min-hee looked back to see a droplet run down Lin Sung’s spectacles and drop into cleavage that spoke to the youth still present in the scholarly woman.  The Scholar though severe in demeanor and controlled in practice was not unattractive.  Her maturity spoke of experience more than age, her beauty one of carefully planned perfection waiting to be mussed and exasperated.<br/><br/>Slightly embarrassed at the damaged she had caused to the scholar’s work she quieted and began to spread the scrolls out to dry.  Ever curious Min-hee caught bits and pieces of the perfectly structured hanzi, taking particular note of the mention of wardens in her report.  Min-hee had been following rumors of the soldiers who burned her village as had Yu Fan-fay.  The fact that she and Fan were here meant it was likely the soldiers were as well.<br/><br/>“I am wet because I fell from the stone in the river.” She answered as they rolled out scrolls in an effort to salvage some of Lin Sung’s work.  It was an embarrassment to have lost, but there was no denying it.  She would have to seek out the winner and explain the circumstances of her defeat.  Perhaps she would give Min-hee the honor of a rematch.<br/><br/><br/><br/>