&. @aerrius ! ( sc. )
no good deed – wicked.
❝ was i really seeking good, or just seeking attention ? ❞
god, how selfish could she be ?

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&. @aerrius ! ( sc. )
no good deed – wicked.
❝ was i really seeking good, or just seeking attention ? ❞
god, how selfish could she be ?
@aerrius
he stands, just staring bug-eyed as the pieces of the wall crumble && char. there was no need to actively call for help -- the explosion could have been heard a mile away... when the other enters the room, nothing short of PANIC in her expression, all he manages to mutter first is, “oops?”
@aerrius
“no, uh. my mom --- she died when i was nine.”
+ aerrius
❛ You know, --- When I was around your age I read that same book. I didn’t like the ending very much though. ❜
&& @aerrius cont.
Todd had kept her as close to him as possible –– thankful that his height was almost even with Jinoras, as it made traveling with her like this a lot easier. But she was starting to get worn down, and he knew he’d have to figure something out eventually… He kept a small snarl on his face as he laboured forward with her.
❛ Eh… No talkin’ ya gotta save yer strength alright? ❜ He says, looking to her for a moment –– seeing how pale she had grown, how w e a r y she looked. ❛ Alright hang on. ❜ He says, bending down to scoop her up and carry her. He widened his stance as he adjusted her as gingerly as he could in his arms. He needed to get her home –– walking was no longer an option.
▲▼ @aerrius
❛ jinora — !! where are the airbenders? you all must leave now! ❜
Dropping down to her student’s height, the airbending master presents a used yet sturdy traditional airbender staff—the very same staff that she had grown to love as a little girl. The gift was bare save for a red ribbon neatly tied around its middle ( at least there was an inkling of effort, right? ). With a soft smile gracing her features, Jinora greeted the girl. “ Happy Birthday, Kushina. I trust that you are ready to have your very own airbender staff."
Typically Air Nomad birthdays were spent a little differently. There was little to no material items as the pupil learned to detach themselves from worldly objects that held them down. Without detachment, they would not be able to master airbending, much less succeed meditation.
There were a few items that an Air Nomad was able to keep dear to them; an airbender staff, meditation beads, and a few other personal items. The airbender staff was the most valuable. Upon training, no one was allowed to access their own gliding suit until they mastered gliding on a traditional airbending staff. It was a tradition Tenzin firmly kept in place before moving on.
Kushina has had a few run ins with airbending staffs with crashing them or using them as weapons against people who were trying to harm them. Now that the girl was a little older and had a bit more control over her bending, she was still unsure if she was allowed to glide with the others.
Yet her birthday came and her Sifu called her to the training area alone. Kushina’s mouth gaped open at the sight of the traditional glider, barely able to grasp it in her own hands. “Really, ‘ttebane?!” The girl squealed excitedly, jumping into Jinora’s arms and embracing her tightly. “Thank you! Thank you so much Sifu!”
She halted her own explosive energy and compressed it. Clasping her hands together, she bowed to the older airbender. “Thank you, Sifu Jinora-” The control only lasted seconds before she began jumping around again. “Can we try now? Please?”