Eudora walked along the beach, her toes crushing into the sand beneath them. It seeped between the crevices of her feet, the softness making her feel as if she were walking on a cloud. The soft whisper of the wind filtered through her hair, it's breeze lifting it, and it's tiny ringlets, too. A simple yet soft smile covered her full lips, and her eyes were closed. She was at peace... for once, that is. Usually she would be trying to train over at the fire nation, but each time she would "try" she would not prevail. Sometimes, it seemed like she was the only one that actually realized that her affinity for fire was basically nonexistent. No matter, she would still try, even if that meant failing over and over again. It had to at least be something she would do. But getting away... that was nice, too.
Finally opening her emerald green eyes, she glanced over the sea, walking to the edge of the beach where the tide rolled over her feet. The water was warm yet had some sort of chill to it. Simply, it made her smile. It was nice and rolling off of it continued that soft breeze, which continued to send chills up her spine. She smirked to herself, bending down and feeling the warmth of the water. She felt it like a rush through her veins. It was probably one of the few signs that she was actually of the fire nation. She didn't quite care, though. She was content with herself. That is, until someone else so outwardly displayed that they weren't content with her.
Moving away from the tide, she stood at the tree lining of Eagelehead forest. It was a scary place and a place she would note venture. Instead, her eyes would gaze inside, almost daring her. She heard stories of the monsters that lurked within, and she didn't dare to try to chance it. Instead, she decided she would practice what she would. She could only try, at least. Sighing, she bent down and dragged out a log onto the beach. One thing she did have was strength. If she couldn't have fire, she could have her strength. She trained everyday for that, and it was something that actually made her feel at least accomplished in some sort of way. Being accomplished... it was nice.
Standing at the base of the log, she bent down, pressing her palm to the bark. She closed her eyes, getting a jolt for her as she felt the warm breaths of the wood. She let out a sigh, focusing on that warmth that she could feel, trying to intensify it. The only difference was the temperature in the air, growing warmer. No fire came, though. Stnding up, she kicked the log with the heel of her foot, and screeched, "Dammit!"