Ayala had been a loyal soldier to the fire nation. She had never questioned anything she had been told to do and there had been many horrible things she had been told to do. That's just the way it was. Thinking for yourself was forbidden and going against the fire lord would mean banishment. If you were banished you had literally nowhere to go. No one in any of the other nations would take in a fire nation soldier. No one. They all hated the soldiers of the fire nation and Ayala couldn't blame them. She had killed people. Innocent people.

Her long black hair fell over her eyes as she stared down at her old uniform. If she was ever going to get anywhere she was going to have to pretend she wasn't a fire bender. Her bending would have to remain a secret. There was supposed to be peace but everyone knew the fire benders were still hated for what they had done to the world... even the innocent ones.

"I don't suppose you would accept this?" She asked softly, speaking to a merchant with food and water,"Is it worth anything here?"

"Those coins?" The merchant sneered,"No. Take your coins and leave."

Before Ayala could lie and say she wasn't one of the fire nation he had her leaving in a hurry. Where was this peace that had been promised? She couldn't find it anywhere. Everyone still hated her.

Ayala froze when she heard someone calling out to her and turned to look for the source of the voice. It was quite easy as being a soldier made her more aware of her surroundings and even without that help she could obviously see a fire nation female calling out to her from near the trees. "Alright," she agreed softly, moving over until she was barely a foot away from the other girl.

"What?" She asked with a frown as she folded her hands over her chest with the pride that refused to go away even as she was refused the necessities of living; food and water. She didn't really think the earth nation girl was going to give her any of the water. If anything she was just bragging about how she had something Ayala didn't. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she took a step back. Her first instinct was to fight, always to fight. She had never been taught anything differently. Fighting is how you got what you wanted in life. It was the only way to ensure that people gave you the things you needed to survive. If you didn't fight someone else would and they would take everything.

She nodded toward the water before forcing herself to hold out a few coins and some valuable objects. "I'll trade you," she murmured quietly,"I just want some water..."

She turned her head to look at the merchant who was glaring at the back of her head. She could easily take him out in a fight yet that was the one thing she couldn't do; fight. She had to accept defeat and the worthlessness of her money here.