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savingdaisydivaSubject: Ty Lee
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BPrompt: Believe
If someone looked at Ty Lee, she would seem soft. She liked having the very best: the best clothes, the best flowers (sent by admirers, of course), the best perfumes, the best and most important lovers. Truly, she was indeed a hedonist in every sense of the word. Ty Lee would probably call herself one if she knew the word. She looked and acted like a common courtier, confident and vain. No one would pay her any notice, after all she looked so much like her older sisters who had the same attitude.
That is, until they felt her fist against their skin in a lightning quick jab. Gravity would do the rest, making the limp body fall to the ground in a heap. She would stand above them with a light smile growing on her friendly features; then there would be a rustle of cloth and she'd be bounding away with not a care in the world.
If they were male, Ty Lee would stop and look over her shoulder. Perhaps her smile would turn into a thoughtful frown; maybe. Either way, she'd be long gone by the time they were able to move.
Funny how things worked.