The owner of Republic City’s best tea shop was opening up her shop the morning she third day in a row she spotted him. She had seen the child across the street as she opened and closed her shop each day. It was apparent that he had not moved; he’d just slept there for two nights, if he even slept at all.
He was so young, it was impossible for her to ignore him any longer. She hurried into her shop, grabbing her largest cup and filling it with her favorite hot tea. It got cold at night, after all, and all the warm clothing the child was wearing was a red scarf that was obviously too large for him.
She crossed the street hurriedly, tea and leftover dumplings in hand. The child had large, green eyes. He couldn’t have been older than six.