#airlegacy

Hey.

● — || 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 can call Aang ❝ super hot ❞ all you want , but only [ [ she ] ] , and she [ [ alone ] ] , gets to enjoy him on a daily , and [ [ nightly ] ] basis . 🩵🧡

Breeze.

He was one with the breeze. Felt right, almost like home. He could hear a laugh in it, memories of days long gone. There was also some sorrow in the wind too, the memories of days of struggle and loss.

Still, it was home.

His last memory alive had been the fight with Aang, the realization that he needed to let go coming a moment too late for him, and the peace of returning to the winds. Funny how that hadn't been the home he was born into but it felt like it since the moment he had been granted Air Bending.

But it felt strange somehow, more material than he would have expected the afterlife to be.

Tagah was laying down, he could feel hard floor beneath him. Was this the spirit world? Finally, he opened his eyes. This.... was not it. Slowly he sat on the ground, recognizing the type of structure. Air Temple... but where? How? Was this some sort of cruel joke?

He would explore this newfound place, marveled by the way time seemed to have preserved it, when clearly no one stood up there for at least a century.

If Tagah were to be found by anyone, he would be seen meditating in one of the corners. Maybe this was a cruel joke or a second change, he still wouldn't know and didn't want to dare leaving the South Air Temple just yet.

"Alright, Twinkle Toes. Drink up or I'lll make ya." She grins already feeling fizzy and warm.

The Chamberlain is a fucking tattle tale, Zuko bitterly concludes as the man does the last thing Zuko wants him to do and tell Aang about the most recent assassination attempt. Truth br told the latest attempt on his life isn't the first. However it did take him by surprise because many of the people loyal to his father have faded into the woodwork at this point. It seems his latest foe isn't necessarily loyal to his father but rather to old, violent traditions of the past. After all The Restorative Flame claims to want to return the fire nation to it's former 'glory' of being a highly militarized state. Zuko of course opposes this due to the Fire Nation's history of war crimes

Zuko has dealt with attempts on his life on his own before. He doesn't want his friends to worry and he doesn't want Aang to get further entagled in the traumatic drama of the Fire Nation. Aang has saved the world time and time again. Aang needs a break, time to rest. Aang shouldn't be stressed about playing bodyguard to Zuko.

@airlegacy sent: The peacock-pigeon had been entrusted with a mission of great importance, and he carried it with all the pomp his brilliantly fanned tail believed it deserved. The ribbon-bound letter tucked securely against his leg had come from the Avatar himself, which, in the bird's estimation, elevated this delivery well above the ordinary scraps and trinkets lesser messengers ferried across the world. He landed and puffed out his iridescent chest until it gleamed emerald and sapphire in the light, and waited expectantly for the recipient to acknowledge his arrival.

Nothing happened.

The peacock-pigeon cocked his head first one way, then the other, one bright eye fixed stubbornly on the still figure before him. He shuffled sideways with tiny, deliberate steps, claws clicking softly beneath him, before giving an impatient flick of his extravagant tail feathers. Surely she simply had not noticed him yet. That had to be it. He was far too magnificent to be ignored.

When even that failed to earn so much as a glance, indignation flared through the little courier. His feathers ruffled until he resembled an offended puffball crowned in jeweled plumage, and his wings gave an agitated flutter. If subtlety had failed, then there remained only one perfectly reasonable course of action.

The first screech shattered the quiet, echoing through the room, shrill enough to rattle windows and offend every person within earshot. Unsatisfied, the peacock-pigeon drew another determined breath and unleashed a second cry, louder than the first, hopping in place with mounting irritation. If this remarkably inattentive human insisted on pretending he was invisible, then he would simply become impossible to ignore. After all, the Avatar was waiting for his letter to be delivered, and the peacock-pigeon intended to fulfill his duty, even if it required announcing his presence to half the Earth Kingdom.

Peaceful silence like this is a rare occurance on the metal bending academy , there's no loud chatters , no disturbance on earth , no yelling from toph that they did things wrong , the students are on a break after all there's a 3 day festival going on in yu dao && toph being the nice person she is , had allowed them to take it easy. Meaning there's no classes. It also means that toph is more than happy to indulge herself with this momentarily quietness. It was just her alone in the academy, she never thought she would miss this kind of privacy , her students had long left to enjoy the festivities , && toph was lounging around the courtyard's floor. She was leaning agains the rock platform she had earthbended from the ground , busy cleaning her toes when an unexpected visitor arrived. The moment it had landed on the ground, Toph had ignored it, to her defense birds && animals of all sorts are pretty common in the academy, they would always perch && observe . Toph didn't bother to give them attention since they are nothing but back ground noise only to her senses.