#syntagma

26-01-2025

“Aw, Chang, you weren’t supposed to let anyone in!” the old earthbender, Syntagma, chided. He was sitting at a table in the corner, a glass in his hand. “Get them out of here!” Chang looked between Syntagma and the four new fugitives, who were all giving him some version of a glare, then shook his head nervously. “Eh? Chang, you do what your father tells you! Kick them out!” “Why don’t you try to kick me out, huh?” Flamer challenged, marching up to Syntagma. Syntagma stood to meet his gaze, but the firebender was still taller than him by at least half a head. “Oo-kay, okay! Enough!” the airbender said, running between them and forcing them apart with little bursts of air. “If you get into it here, those guards might hear, and then we’re all done for.” “This is my hideout!” Syntagma insisted. “You all can leave!” “If you kick me out, I’m telling the guards where you are!” Flamer said, jabbing a finger at Syntagma. “So I guess you’re stuck with me!” They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and then Syntagma went back to his seat, grumbling something about needing a stronger drink.