The Stories Our People Sung Of- Story 5A deep shaky breath, released as an equally shaky sigh. Trembling fingers tracing the meridian lines of one outstretched arm, outlining the prickled skin in wonder. So smooth, now absent of the hair that had one resided there. Pale yet slightly freckled from where the sun had marked it, contrasting with the paleness of her skin. Shivering she rubbed her bare forearm nervously, turning to appraise her full reflection in her little mirror. She felt so naked, despite being fully clothed in her appropriate summer attire, the absent layer of hair that had once coated her body stripped away. Though she regularly shaved her legs like any normal young lady, they had never been this smooth. Heck, they had even waxed the thin coat of hair on her back. Rubbing her goose-pimpled arms again, she huffed anxiously, habitually angling her lips to blow a strand of hair from across her forehead. Too late, she forgot that it was no longer there when the small breeze brushed across her creased brow.The Stories Our People Sung Of- Story 5 by Ember-Lee
Rite of PassageJinora opened her eyes and tried to breathe.Rite of Passage by itsphoeberawr
She sat in the meditation pavilion as she had since sunrise the previous day, sore and tired from holding the same position for twenty-four consecutive hours of meditation. Her lack of sleep showed as bags under her thoughtful brown eyes, which scanned the mouth of Yue Bay, watching the first fingers of dawn reach from beyond the horizon.
The air nomads had believed in a simple existence, and that was reflected in her appearance. She was clothed in a light, simple cream robe that did not protect from the chill of the early morning. Her deep brown hair fell loose and brushed her shoulders, free of its usual bun. Her posture, which had started out poised and straight, had given in to time and and she had begun to slouch. But as the stars began to fade and the sky lightened from a deep black to a midnight blue, and again to a soft purple, she straightened her back in anticipation as she began the most important day of her entire sixteen years.