#burningelegance

   Only moments ago had the castle's gates finally been opened. As to be expected, the land had since flourished with civilians joyful from the day's starting events; of course, it was safe to assume that the princess herself was the person utmost thrilled for the long awaited day. Though...a slight distance away had a crowd formed; during a time like this, the brunette would assume such a crowd would be one of joy rather than confusion.

   Guided on a whim would she bring herself to approach those with expressions opposite of what she'd expect. She wanted to see what was bother them--to help them, she told herself. Yet, a great influence behind her actions could be the fact that she desperately wished to meet those beyond the gates--to be a little less lonely.

Those who wander, those who seek, or those who do not are all equal in the eyes of the Avatar -- despite his boyish stature he is of sound mind and body. Many generations of blessed benders before him have graced him with their endless wealth of knowledge, all he must do is seek it.

Standing now before him is a figure with curious dress and lacking any sort of nationalist markings and while there's nothing that leaps out him and screams ' fire nation soldier ' at him, it appears that there's a distinct lack of anything eluding otherwise.

He trusts, a fragile and young trust, but after all the Avatar must hail the people -- it would be disrespectful to pass without word and Aang can't afford any more sidelong glances from bystanders as questions about the legitimacy of his ascendant nature.