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“The belt harness hasn’t been part of the Royal Knights’ kit for centuries, Lloyd. Would’ve been a little late regardless...not to mention, you wouldn’t have been in the Tethe’alla military, you’re Sylvaranti.”

Yuan sat, rubbing at his eyes. Useless or not, it was an automatic reaction and shifted fluidly to supporting his head in his hands. Where even was he? He dropped his hands to his lap - blanketed at the very least.

Neither number Lloyd gave was remotely similar, nor did either of them fit the last known date Yuan knew of. This wasn’t surprising from Lloyd. Still sluggish from sleep, his mind helpfully supplied that Kratos had never known what day it was either.

The rest was surprising.

“You came by last week?”

He frowned. He had no recollection of that. Lloyd wasn’t a threat and didn’t need to be dealt with but his systems ought to have caught his arrival nonetheless - even if they didn’t catch Lloyd himself. He should have noticed at the very least. The fact that he hadn’t...

“That’s all I need to hear.” Colette said bitterly. “I’ve learned quite well that you’re just like Zelos!”

She’d said that and stormed off, refusing to speak to Lloyd for the rest of the night, which was easier said than done in Zelos’ manor house. The Princess had been safely returned and had made a promise of hosting a grand party to celebrate her safe return and Zelos’ name being cleared. The party was set a few weeks away and it would take time for their outfits to be finished, yet Colette couldn’t bring herself to be excited. What Lloyd had said, it hurt just too much. Yet, Colette knew she was the foolish one, as her feelings for him still held fast, despite the sharp thorn in her heart.

“Are your ears broken, kid?” He averted his eyes. There was no way he wanted to look at him now. “I just told you that we have no friendship between us. What else is there to believe?” He forced himself to look at Lloyd. 

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18. trying to get Sharpie/paint on each other

Zelos watched a drop of paint fall leisurely from the edge of his brush and land on the dirt path below, dust instantly collecting around the edges of the drop. He couldn’t remember exactly why he’d volunteered his services to Lloyd for the day, but he was a little bored of this job. Painting a wall was so monotonous. Community service was overrated, where was the reward in a job like this?

Glancing sidelong at the brunette, happily painting his own section of wall, Zelos smirked. Maybe he could have a little fun before he continued the repetitive up and down strokes. He ran his thumb along the edge of the bristles and watched the paint speckle the lower section of the wall he hadn’t got to yet. Dipping the brush back into the paint, he dabbed it lightly to get the paint load just right for optimal flinging.

“Hey Bud” he called to get Lloyd’s attention. As soon as Lloyd turned, Zelos flicked the brush in his direction, landing a direct hit. A line of paint dappled Lloyd’s cheek and neck, onto the top of his shirt. Zelos grinned cheekily at the brunette. “You’ve got something on your face,” he chuckled.

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Water, Earth, and of course, Air. Colette was told she had mastered these three elements. Air had come naturally to her as her native element. She had always felt connected to the breeze all around her, always been aware of the breath moving in and out of the lungs of those around her.

But Water and Earth? Colette suspected her masters simply wanted to be rid of her. These elements seemed to have a mind of their own in her hands. She hardly felt confident with these two and now they wanted her to “master” fire. She was sure something would end up in flames.

But she really had no choice. With the unusually high amount of aggressive Spirit activity occurring all over the world, Colette needed to master being an Avatar immediately. Her duty kept her going, despite the fact that she knew the reincarnation cycle had chosen the wrong bender.

“Avatar, we have arrived,” the woman attending her on the boat said gently. Colette was shook from her thoughts as she looked out at the Fire Nation dock before her. Colette smiled at the woman as she began to descend to the dock. On the boat, Colette realised very quickly how warm it was in the Fire Nation. Braiding her hair and trading for cooler clothes seemed to work for the most part.

People had started to stare as Colette continued from the dock toward the market. Oh no.. She hoped they weren’t putting two and two together.. The world knew the Avatar was traveling to train in the elements. She had grown her bangs back to hide her tattoos - so much attention overwhelmed her.

Colette was so wrapped up in her thoughts and so busy trying to rush through that she failed to watch where she was going. The young Avatar slammed into someone heading toward her.

“Oof,” the little sound escaped her as she fell back onto the ground.

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Botta grinned at Lloyd’s obvious trouble imagining him as a child.He wouldn’t be the first, nor the last. There had been plenty of Renegades who, though they knew logically he would have had to been a child, looked immensely perplexed whenever he mentioned anything about his childhood.

“Well, a lot of my clothes were hand-me-downs from my older brother and some of the other older boys, so a lot of patched shirts and pants for most of my everyday clothes. Most of it usually a bit too big at first.”

Most clothes usually made a few cycles through half-elf communities, at least until they couldn’t be decently patched anymore after children torn another hole or wore the material too thin.