Shyu didn’t take his father’s warning glare lightly. In fact, Mica tried several times to talk to him during the trip there, and he just shook his head in a way that conveyed that they were better off pretending they were off speaking terms for the rest of eternity. She took the hint easily enough, … Continue reading
Izumi stared up at the light. She saw Tenna falling, could sense it happening with her powers. A part of her reacted in the same way she did when Iroh and Zarah were children. She instructively reached out a hand to catch Tenna. But this wasn’t like when her children tripped on a loose rug … Continue reading
“Okay, now I know I’ve seen that purple mushroom before…” Shyu groaned. Just when he thought he was making progress. He leaned wearily against a log. Someone will notice I’m gone. He knew it. And when they do, Dad will send everyone–guards, police, even the Avatar to look for me… But how would they know … Continue reading
Shyu had no clue where he was. One second he was holding onto Mica’s back for dear life; the next he was floating in a suspension of somehow breathable purple water and thick, waxy orange ooze. He tried to step forward, only to watch the ooze melt into solid ground and the water form into … Continue reading
Man, this is boring. Shyu slumped in his chair, grateful for once to be seated off to the side and away from the ever-watchful camera lenses. At least here he didn’t have to pretend to be interested in the old Fire Sage’s every word, unlike his parents, grandmother, and brother in the row ahead. Beside … Continue reading
Tenna shifted in place, trying to find the right excuse to edge away from the metal clan woman who had spent the last ten minutes rambling on about her great city and her great family and just how great everything was. Tenna didn’t even mind that so much. Suyin seemed like a decent sort. The … Continue reading
The last coronation Bolin had attended had not gone particularly well. Actually, it was less of a coronation and more of a crazy dictator declaring her intentions to dictate crazily. The only other coronation that had happened in his lifetime was that of Firelord Izumi. He’d been thirteen at the time, less concerned with world … Continue reading
Mica had narrowed her choice of outfits down to two. A cute little red and orange sleeveless dress that was just short enough to annoy her dad. Or a classy blouse, jacket and and pencil skirt all in very deliberate un-Fire-Nation blue. “How about it, Bandit? Red or blue?” She looked both to her companion … Continue reading
Tenna had to hand it to her daughter–she never wasted the chance to make a dramatic entrance. Not that Mica was hard to miss. The sputtering hunk-of-junk satomobile that Asami had given her was loud. Like piss-off-an-entire-neighborhood loud. Or in their case, since Tenna and Bolin’s home was on the rural outskirts of Republic City … Continue reading
Bolin found Tenna hunched at their desk staring intently at an unfolded letter. Her brows were furrowed. Not a good sign. Bolin came up behind her and reached down to rub her shoulders. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Maybe the news was actually good and Tenna was just to tired to be … Continue reading