#atla timeline

[ayoungairnomad]

@heirtoagni has come to see the show!

The Crescent Island Traveling Players had been traveling through the Fire Nation for the past couple weeks and had only just arrived in the capitol city this morning. The city itself was quite a sight, no matter how many times the troupe traveled through it. And this was only the second time Carabella had come to the city in her memory--the last time had apparently been shortly after the current Firelord's ascension to the throne, and she had been a child then--so it was even more of a wonder to her to see this beautiful, lively place sitting smack dab in the caldera of an inactive volcano. Even the Earth Kingdom's citadel wasn't this brightly colored!

Carabella hadn't yet had time to explore, however. She was busy helping Jaca and the other members of the troupe set up the performance space.

Once she had a moment to herself, the young acrobat found a corner outside the main tent where a trampoline had been set up and clambered onto it to warm up for the evening's performance.

She was mid-flip at the peak of a bounce when she noticed someone standing somewhat nearby, watching her. It threw her off her balance, and she flailed a bit as she came back down, bouncing once on her belly before catching herself and aiming to land lightly on the low safety rail around the trampoline’s edge, her cheeks turning a bright pink that warmed her face to the tips of her ears in embarrassment.

Someone had been watching her practice.

And they’d seen her fumble a trick and nearly face-plant.

She didn’t think she would get over this mortification very quickly.

She hopped down from the trampoline, her gaze focused on the ground until she had her feet safely planted on the hard-packed earth, determined to not fumble twice in a single minute.

When she looked up to meet the gaze of her observer, however, the blood left her face and then immediately rushed right back to her cheeks fast enough to almost make her dizzy.

Flaming fire ferrets! What was the Firelord doing here?! And why was he just watching her practice?

"P-pardon me, Your Majesty. I didn't realize you were watching," Carabella stammered, bowing deeply in what she hoped was a respectful enough posture. "There isn't usually anyone around the performance space so soon after we've set up the tents."

[lonewolfel]

Ok I am rewatching “Zuko Alone” for a fanfiction I’m writing and I got the Azulon’s funeral. 

Azulon has been Fire Lord for 23 years at the time of his death. 23 YEARS that is so insane to me.

So Zuko at the time is anywhere from 10-12 at the time and it reaches the 100 year mark when he is 16. I’m going with 10 cause it’s easier and I’m lazy. That means Azulon is 94 when he dies (if I remember wiki correctly that he was born during Sozin’s comet because I’m too lazy to look it up). This means that Azulon came into power when he was 71 at the earliest and at the latest 73. 

Do you have any idea of what this means for Sozin.

I am guessing that Sozin was in his 70s-80s when Avatar Roku died (I can’t remember if the wiki had information on when he was born and I’m too lazy to look it up). So that means he would be in his 80s-90s maybe even 100s depending on the exact age when he started the war and committed the Air Nomad Genocide (we are going to ignore the fact that this is when he has his heir). Sozin rules for another 71 at the shortest or 73 at longest more years as there is no evidence that there was a Fire Lord before Azulon that wasn’t Sozin so it had to be him the entire time. 

Now I’m unsure if Sozin stepped down at the end or died as Fire Lord and again too lazy to look this up. So I am just going to assume he died in office for simplicity sake. This means that Sozin lived anywhere from 150-170 years. Maybe even older if he stepped down.

Azula was so right the man was ancient.

Honestly the more I dig into the ATLA time line the more insane it gets. 

Please let me know if I got anything wrong. 

[ayoungairnomad]

@paishodragon

After traveling through the Fire Nation for a number of weeks, the Crescent Island Traveling Players had reached the outer edges of the capitol city and set up camp there.

Carabella often liked to practice her routines and meditate on her own once the camp was sufficiently set up for her to slip away. So that was what she planned to do in this moment, slipping away to find a shaded area far enough away from the camp that she wouldn't easily be interrupted, but close enough to still see the goings on.

What she didn't expect when she found a suitable tree to sit and meditate beneath was that somebody would already be there.

"Oh! Pardon me, I didn't realize this tree was already taken. Would it bother you too much if I climbed up into the branches above you, sir?"

[ayoungairnomad]

Forbidden Flier

Carabella soared through the air, held aloft by a warm air current beneath her grey wings. She knew she was supposed to keep them hidden--only airbenders had wings, and there hadn’t been any airbenders for a hundred years--but this far from civilization she figured she could stretch them for just a short while. She’d kept her wings bound tight to her back for so long, and it felt so good to let them free for once, that she felt almost giddy. She tucked her wings in around her and dove, corkscrewing through the air, then snapped them out to catch her and lightly land beside a clear stream. She folded her wings close to her back once more and knelt to dip a cupped hand into the stream and drink.