Rite of PassageJinora opened her eyes and tried to breathe.More Like This
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.