Senna has only just begun to push her thick, fur covers off of her legs when she hears her mother's voice calling out her name. It is very early in the morning, and though she is still slow and groggy, she quickly gets up out of the bed and makes her way down to the front room of the house, which is a small store housed with medical herbs and remedies. The tone in her mother's voice was one of urgency, giving Senna good reason to believe that there will be a chronically ill woman or a severely injured man stumbling into their doorway at this odd hour. To her surprise, the front room is empty of people aside from her mother, who is standing in front of the shelves checking inventory.

"Senna," Her mother repeats one more time as she turns to face her. "I need you go to the city's market. Arrluk won't here today. Here's the supply list." It seems as though her mother had not even seen the look of confusion on her face, because before she knows it, she is pushed out of the front door with nothing but the clothes on her back and the list of things they need to restock.

The young woman looks down at the list and then up and around at her surroundings. Her village is small and there are very few people outside this early in the morning. She can only spot one man who is out of his home. He is busy waterbending snow away from his front door to the main road in order to make a path. She wanted to ask him if knew where the city market was, but she wasn't sure if he could actually speak. The only communication she had ever seen him engage in was either a shake or nod of the head. He would be of no help to her.

Just before she begins to head towards the city, she hears the door open behind her. "Would you hurry up and go already? You need to get there before the city boy does, or there will be no good supplies left for us!" Her mother shoo's her off of their front lawn and waves for her to get a move on.

Senna takes off in a light jog until the cold air begins to sting her lungs with every inhale. Her village isn't too far from the city; she can already see some of the taller buildings peeking over the last hill she will have to grudgingly trek over. She doesn't know the city at all. She had been there a few times when she was just a child and due to the burst of activity and growth, the city is now ever-changing: An old igloo being taken down and built up into a new business' headquarters, a new restaurant, hotel, theater, ice rink, or something else she has never even heard of. What is stick-puck anyways, and why on earth does it need such a huge arena? She wonders this as she passes a billboard that showcases different team names, dates, and times that a game will be held there.

She has only recently been taken out of her daze by a jingle of a door being open when she crashes into something. She faces forward to see a tall man standing before her, rubbing his upper arm.

"Oh!" A hand flies up to her forehead in embarrassment as she realizes that she has just crashed into this stranger due to her absent-mindedness. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?"

"Oh, no, that's fine. I hadn't been looking ahead either." He holds up a hand to let her know that everything is alright. "Um, actually," He looks around as if he's making sure no one is listening before he continues. "I'm lost." He admits this with a shy smile on his face.

Senna blinks and then laughs. "Me too! I can't remember the last time I was in the city!"

"I've never been here at all. I just came in." The young man motions towards the docks. Senna quickly looks him up and down and notices that he is covered in Water Tribe clothes, but she knows they are not Southern. The man is tall and stocky with dark hair and skin, and blue eyes. He must be from the North.

"You're from the Northern Water Tribe?" She asks, tilting her head to the side a bit. "Are you visiting family?" This is the only reason she can think of that would cause someone from the North to travel all the way down to the South. Since the Hundred Year War ended, plenty of people from the North had made their way down to aid in the South's rebuilding, but the bond between the two began to fade as quickly as it started.

The people of the South wanted to grow and expand, at the same time while keeping to their roots and beliefs, but people of the North thought because they were helping so much with the rebuilding, the Southerners were to take their culture, ways of life, and laws with open arms. Southerners had their own ideas for their own land and this put a wedge between the two Tribes.

"No." He answers this simply. Senna doesn't press on the question anymore. If he had wanted to elaborate, he would have. "What are you looking for?"

Senna looks down at her list and then back up to him. "The medical supply house. My mother and I run a healing hut in our village."

"I think I may have wandered past that." The man turns and begins to walk in the direction he believes the store is in and Senna follows closely behind.

She can't believe just how busy the city is already. Stores have already opened their doors and have people coming in and out of them constantly. Most of the people are Southerners, but she spots some diversity here and there; Earth benders handing in applications to contractors, fire benders looking for work in restaurants or power plants. This place is interesting and lively. Her village is dull and slow.

Senna begins to think that she would like to move to the city one day, until she accidentally runs into someone else, again, because she was too busy watching a street performer and the man drops the box he was carrying. He immediately loses his temper and shouts things at her that she knows aren't good, even though she has never heard some of the words before. If that were to happen in her village, she knows whoever she had run into would laugh it off and excuse themselves before they wished her a good day.

She's startled when she feels a heavy hand fall onto her shoulder. She looks to see the young man she had been following. He's giving the man she ran into a terribly dirty look as he pulls her close to him and guides her forward.

"Is everyone like that here?" He asks.

"No. People are much kinder in my village." She says this softly. Her heart is pounding in her chest. No one has ever yelled at her like that before.

They walk only a few more blocks before she spots a sign that lists a bunch of herbs and names of remedies that she is familiar with. She knows this building has the medical supplies and she quickens her pace.

Senna is unsure of just how long she has been in the city, but she hopes she is early enough to get everything they need, or at least the majority of it. The annual Hunt is soon and she knows there will be plenty of injuries as an outcome of it. There always is. Young men, some even younger than her come in with cut up hands because they don't know how to properly sharpen their weapons yet, twisted ankles, broken bones. Fevers and illness that come with meat that hand't been cooked properly by inexperienced young wives.

"Ahh, Arrluk, you're late- Oh!? Senna?" The little old man who runs the supply house is thin, with patchy white hair, wrinkles, and eye glasses. "My! You've grown into such a beautiful young woman! It's been so long since I've seen you here!" He obviously notices the look on her face and he lets out a laugh. "You don't remember me at all, do you?" He asks this before he leans down behind his counter and picks up a big box that she knows must be her mothers order. He sets it down onto the counter and rests his elbow up onto it. "I'm Miki, I've been a friend of the family for quite some time."

Senna nods and places the list down onto the counter for him to check. He reads it, nods, and then pats the box he has up on the counter. "Yes ma'am, all of that is in here for you. You carry that for her, boy." Miki pushes the box towards the Northerner, forcing him to catch it so it doesn't crash down onto the floor. "Have a great day!" He smiles and waves.

"Thank you." Senna waves back at him as she turns to leave.

Once the pair are about a block away from Miki's, Senna asks if the man would like her to carry the box, considering the fact that it is hers.

"No, no. I've got it."

"You're going to carry that all the way back to my village?" The man nods and they continue walking together, Senna guiding him all the way back to her home.

Her mother is pleased that she made it back within a decent amount of time. "That was great, Senna. Now, who is this?" She asks, motioning to the stranger standing beside her daughter.

"I'm Tonraq." The young man informs, offering his hand towards Senna's mother. She takes his forearm and they greet each other with a strong shake.

"I'm Sakari, and I'm Senna's mother. I own this place, and it's not often a Northerner makes it this far into the South. What are you doing down here?"

"I want something different that's not too chaotic. I lived in the heart of the City up North, and I'm looking for something small and quaint."

"Well, you've found it!" Sakari laughs and motions for Senna to begin doing the inventory. "Senna has the day off tomorrow. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to help you find work and a place to call your own. I've got open rooms, you can stay in one for the night if you haven't already found a place to stay."

Tonraq smiles and gives thanks before he goes to retrieve his bag from the ship. Once he is out the door, Sakari crosses her arms and turns towards her daughter. "See, Senna. I told you it wasn't that hard to find a good man. Don't ruin this for yourself this time, okay? All of the girls your age in the village already have at least one baby! Stop stalling! I want to be a gran-gran already!"

Senna shoots a dirty look at her mother out the corner of her eye before she returns her attention towards the shelves.