This open area in the Southern Air Temple has an almost unearthly golden glow surrounding it. And it hasn't seemed this lively in years, not since the time of the original airbenders. Right now, there's a group of child air nomads, zipping around on air scooters and having a blast.
There's one twelve-year old monk who sticks out. One with arrows. In fact, he notices the dreamer, even if it isn't clear if he recognizes him. And his air scooter slowly hovers towards the older monk, with a carefree smile on his face.]
[ As an airbender Tenzin is, at least more than others, used to strange dreams. Ever since Korra broke the separation of the spirits and the humans it's become something of a collatoral norm for him; he delves into vivid dreams that feel like all kinds of realities. He enjoys it, for the most part, except when he has dreams that shake him to the core. Dreams a little like this, actually.
The Temple is alive with the sound of airbenders and the whoosh of bending and it takes him a moment to simply bask in it. It feels incredible, like coming home, and he wonders if this is what his dad had always meant when he said he dreamed of the rebirth of the Air Nomads - this kind of buzzing, electric feeling of coming home. When he lets his eyes flicker over the children, reminding him so much of his own, his voice catches - because he recognises one, more than he can voice. Dad. ]
Da --- aang. Dang. [ He coughs, fist in front of his mouth to catch it before he tugs on his beard awkwardly. He's trying to hold in his shock but -- well. He's not doing a very good job. ] Dang, I'd love to but I'm afraid I don't know the rules.
[The sounds of wind chime softly echo throughout the area, despite none being hung nearby. The monk remains perched on his swirling ball of air as if it's his natural position.
Aang looks on expectantly as Tenzin speaks, and then he responds with a childish laugh.]
That's no problem, silly! I'll teach you. Do you know how to make an air scooter?
[ He moves and twists his arms, making the ball of air under him - just like his dad had taught him. Normally his personal 'scooter' is a little more... Surrounding than this, but he can manage for now. It's a dream right now, after all. ]
Now in this game, one person gets to be 'it' and has to try tag someone else, then whoever gets tagged becomes it next! And we all use our air scooters to move around. Do you get that?
[ This game is something that his father had passed on to him, in a way, seeing as they were the only two that could ever play it, and that he had passed down to his three children. He knew the rules but played the dumb uncle instead, nodding and balancing himself on his air. ]
[ -- And he shouldn't have expected anything else. Tenzin bites back his chuckle, shaking his head, before he leaps himself up to settle properly on his air scooter. He smiles, bowing his head with a soft expression, before he chases after Aang. ]
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This open area in the Southern Air Temple has an almost unearthly golden glow surrounding it. And it hasn't seemed this lively in years, not since the time of the original airbenders. Right now, there's a group of child air nomads, zipping around on air scooters and having a blast.
There's one twelve-year old monk who sticks out. One with arrows. In fact, he notices the dreamer, even if it isn't clear if he recognizes him. And his air scooter slowly hovers towards the older monk, with a carefree smile on his face.]
Hi! Wanna play with us?
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The Temple is alive with the sound of airbenders and the whoosh of bending and it takes him a moment to simply bask in it. It feels incredible, like coming home, and he wonders if this is what his dad had always meant when he said he dreamed of the rebirth of the Air Nomads - this kind of buzzing, electric feeling of coming home. When he lets his eyes flicker over the children, reminding him so much of his own, his voice catches - because he recognises one, more than he can voice. Dad. ]
Da --- aang. Dang. [ He coughs, fist in front of his mouth to catch it before he tugs on his beard awkwardly. He's trying to hold in his shock but -- well. He's not doing a very good job. ] Dang, I'd love to but I'm afraid I don't know the rules.
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Aang looks on expectantly as Tenzin speaks, and then he responds with a childish laugh.]
That's no problem, silly! I'll teach you. Do you know how to make an air scooter?
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[ He moves and twists his arms, making the ball of air under him - just like his dad had taught him. Normally his personal 'scooter' is a little more... Surrounding than this, but he can manage for now. It's a dream right now, after all. ]
Will this do?
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Now in this game, one person gets to be 'it' and has to try tag someone else, then whoever gets tagged becomes it next! And we all use our air scooters to move around. Do you get that?
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And who is 'it' right now, might I ask?
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Right now... it's me! [He says as he reaches to slap one hand on Tenzin's arm.]
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I will warn you, I am very good at this.
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Oh yeah? Well I invented this! Try and keep up!