#brightchill

“Didn’t wanna be in your stupid Guardians club anyway.”

There are a couple things to consider here: one, Jack doesn't often interact with geese. Two, the average goose he DOES interact with is not the size of a golf cart.

So excuse him for being a little bit startled by the enormous dinosaur trundling at him, razorsharp beak at the ready as it makes the world's most prehistoric bird sound.

"WHOA! HEY, HEY!" Jack can't help but shout and snag the Wind, getting breezed up onto the closest bit of high-up architecture and bunkering down. "NORTH!! THERE'S A- ...BIG ANGRY BIRD HERE!"

"Awwwww cmon shes not angry!" Katherine called up at the winter sprite with a grin and a laugh. A seemingly young woman with auburn curls and shining silver eyes.

@brightchill said: You shoot fire from your hands? If we threw in some metal dust, you think you could make your own fireworks?

Zuko’s brows knit as he turned toward the voice. The boy standing before him looked half-wild with white wind-tossed hair, a smirk curled at the edges of his lips, like mischief wrapped in frost. Zuko didn’t recognize him. Not from the Fire Nation, that much was certain. His staff was strange, too —crooked like a shepherd’s crook, but the air around it shimmered faintly with something unnatural.

“Fireworks?” Zuko echoed, one brow raising, his tone dry. “That’s not really what I use firebending for.” He crossed his arms, but didn’t drop his guard. The stranger spoke all light and teasing, almost like Sokka. “If you want an explosion, I can give you one without the metal dust.”