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Decided to edit this picture I made almost a year ago because I liked the bike so much! Got me to challenge myself and draw something besides people. Had a fun time with it and feel really proud of it. I do miss the avatar series and maybe I’ll start drawing it up again. I mean, it did help me get this far :D! ENJOY! Used Photoshop
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On the roundabout occasion of @btheleaf's annual celebration of life, I present the following thank you for all the love and support.
Today, we have the story of Rohan's seventh birthday.
Happy birthday, my friend.
His bed moved. A big hand - Dad - covered his back.
He squirmed. He didn’t want to wake up. Warm bed.
“Rohan, would you roll over so that we can talk?”
His dad’s voice always sounded like a hug. He just curled tighter into his bed and moved closer to his dad.
The hand on his back rubbed him. It felt so nice.
His dad said something else, but the bed was so nice…
“Rohan, did you forget your birthday?”
Momma!
He twisted to sit up, forgetting for a second that his dad was there. They laughed a little, but they were happy.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. His dad grabbed him by the chest and pulled him into his lap.
He leaned into his dad’s chest. Maybe he’d say something and make his chest rumble.
When he opened his eyes, Momma laid a hand on his knee and started rubbing it.
He closed his eyes, happy to go back to sleep.
“Today is a very important day,” Dad said. It made his chest rumble.
Momma’s hand squeezed his knee. “We are very happy about your birthday today. You’re getting big and strong.”
He loved Momma. He wanted Momma’s lap.
They made a lot of noise when he moved.
But Momma hugged him tight so he hugged her tight. She coughed.
“Gently, Rohan. Your mother needs to breathe.”
Momma coughed again, but patted his back.
He hugged her again, but not so hard this time.
He rubbed his face on Momma’s shoulder. He smelled Mommalin.
But she wasn’t there.
He frowned at Dad. “Where’s Mommalin?”
Momma took a deep breath. She said, “Rohan, today is a very hard day for Mommalin. Some bad things happened to her after you were born, and she couldn’t be with us for a few days.”
He didn’t know that. It made him sad.
“Would you be willing to take her a tea tray with a few treats? It might help her feel better.”
He pulled up on his knees. Momma grunted, and Dad pulled him back into his lap.
Momma rubbed her legs. Her smile looked a little funny.
“Can I help make the tea? She likes longjing.”
Momma’s smile was so pretty, he had to hug her.
Dad hugged him from behind.
He was so happy.
But then they made him get a bath and change his clothes and do a bunch of other stuff that made him mad.
He was still mad when he got to the kitchen.
Momma didn’t ask what was wrong.
That made him madder.
“Rohan, would you light the spark rocks for me? If you got some fire bending I don’t know about, that would work, too.”
He laughed.
“Momma, I’m a waterbender! I put fires out!”
She wasn’t looking at him, but she smiled. And that made him happy.
The spark rocks worked the fourth or fifth time, and Momma put the kettle on. She showed him where Mommalin’s longjing was, and how to measure it for her. She showed him all the steps, and he knew he could do everything himself next time.
Then Dad came with the tray and two cups. Momma filled the teapot and put it in the center.
He picked up the tray and nodded. He could carry it.
Dad opened the door, and showed him where Mommalin was practicing her bending.
She was stomping and punching and making a lot of noise. His clothes blew in the big breeze Dad sent out to let Mommalin know someone was coming her way. She dropped her arms. He could see her breathing hard. She didn’t turn around.
He stopped. “Mommalin! I have tea!”
She turned around. Her face was all wrong. He tried to make the same face she was, and he couldn’t tell if he was mad or sad.
And then her face changed. This time, she was just sad. She walked closer to him. He stopped walking, and she got down on the ground. She lifted her hands up for the tray, and he gave it to her so he could sit down with her.
She set the tray down on the ground and peeked into the teapot. She gave it a sniff and then smiled.
“It’s longjing! I remembered!” he told her.
She poured tea into the two cups and gave him one.
He took a sip, but he didn’t like it. Dad said he didn’t have to drink tea he didn’t like, but he had to be respectful about it. So he put his cup back down.
Mommalin drank hers. She didn’t talk for a while.
We wiggled. He thought he heard Momma say something about ants in his pants.
He got up and sat beside Mommalin.
“I wish the bad things didn’t happen to you.”
She set her cup down, and pulled him close to her.
“I could say the same.”
They sat still again.
“Will you tell me what happened?”
She squeezed him real tight, but didn’t say anything for a long time.
“Jinora and Ikki and Meelo helped me protect your mother until your dad could get back from helping Korra. You were born while it was quiet.”
She hugged him again. She picked up her tea and drank the rest of her cup and stood up. She bent down to pick up the tray.
“Let’s go back inside and find your parents.”
He ran ahead to open the door. Inside, Momma had made more tea. This time, he got some jasmine, like Momma. Dad poured some new longjing for Mommalin.
They sat quietly again.
He looked at his Dad. “Did the bad people hurt Mommalin?”
Dad looked at Mommalin. He turned and looked down at him. “Yes, they did, Rohan. She protected us as long as she could.”
“Did they hurt you? Momma? Jinora and Ikki and Meelo?”
He felt Momma tug his hand. She pulled him into her lap. “Everyone is ok now, Rohan. There’s nothing to be scared of. The bad people are gone. And everybody you love helped protect us.”
She rubbed his head and smiled.
“Today is a good day to say thank you, I think. Will you help me make dinner?”
That night, everybody came. He sat with Mommalin and Aunt Kya and Uncle Bumi and Asami and Korra and Mako and Bolin and Opal. Everybody told stories and everybody hugged him.
Dad told him to say good night to everybody because it was time to go to bed.
He looked at everybody. There were so many stories. Naga hitting the bad guy away. Dad pushing the bad robot away with his bending. Korra helping Naga swim underwater.
And Mommalin flying through the air.
He ran over to her and jumped in her lap. He wrapped his arms around her neck, but didn’t want to hurt her.
“Thank you. I love you, Mommalin.”
For the rest of his life, the last thing he did on his birthday was to tell Mommalin, “Thank you.”
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