TySuki Week Day 5 - Chi/Aging
Well so funny story I may or may not have told @avatraang that I would write a TySuki sequel to my Ty Lee character study Like Walking on Air, and then very quickly after seeing the prompts for @tysukiweek realized there was just no way I’d be able to deliver in time.
HOWEVER that’s not to say I won’t deliver eventually, in my usual 2-5… months? years? Idk, it’s hard to find spoons to write while also adulting.
But I was inspired by the Day 5 prompt, and so in honor of TySuki Week I’ve decided to post the opening of the slow-burn, told-thru-flashbacks fic I would’ve liked to have finished in time, but unfortunately have not TT.TT
As a quick note it’s probably not necessary to read LWoA before reading this, but it would definitely be helpful, as I will be recycling OC’s and headcanons about the other Ty Sisters.
Ty Lee grew up on an island. It least, she could tell it was an island when she saw it on a map. But in practice, she never saw the ocean until she moved to Caldera City for school, hours away from her family home. Kyoshi Island is a different sort of island. It has two main roads, both still mostly dirt– a ring road that goes around the circumference, and a road that cuts through the middle from its biggest port.
From the tallest tree on the highest cliff, Ty Lee can see the entire island, the ocean in every direction. It’s one of her favorite places on the island, and on the morning of her thirtieth birthday she climbs to the top to watch the sunrise.
Recently, she’s becoming more aware that this ability is a privilege– and a temporary one. She isn’t quite as flexible as she was at fifteen, and her right elbow, dislocated more times than she can count in combat and in training, always aches before it rains. She supposes there will come a day when she’ll climb this tree for the last time– either due to its age or her own. She wonders if she’ll know that day when it comes.
After the sun peeks fully over the eastern ocean, she trains her eyes on the ferry port. It’s much bigger, and busier, than it was when she first arrived, but the bones are the same. The original dock– now the smallest of three– is where she set foot on the island for the first time.