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cabbagesforall2021-04-04 12:32 pm
all_the_aangles) wrote in cabbagesforall2021-04-04 12:32 pm
Open Post for Aang [Suggestions/Top levels welcome!]
A - Dusk; a Hilltop overlooking the Sea.
He liked coming here. Zuko said that one day this area lining the bay would be overlooking the great city they had planned would rise. Another way in which they would change the world. It was a strange irony, in a way. This had all begun with he conflict of a Fire Lord and an Avatar - and now, after hunting, reconciliation, alliance, and conflict again - they stood side by side, ready to create a new, hopeful future.
What would be Republic City.
For now, though, the hill was quiet. The grass blew in the breeze, and he sat cross-legged, eyes closed. It'd been a while since he could rest, could meditate like this. The sun was going down, and the chill would set in, soon. But for now, it was a perfect moment in time; a small, fleeting blossom on the stream of creation.
And it would flow into the next, as surely it must.
B - A Market; Mid-day.]
He particularly enjoyed markets. Chaotic, yes, but the good kind. Just people trying their best to sell, to persuade; to put on a show, in many cases. He absently handed a grape up towards his shoulder, before taking one for himself. Momo, sitting there, eagerly munched on the shared bounty. Aang sat himself on a barrel, watching a juggler who was in the process of putting on a show with torches.
There was a festival in town, and he'd probably get to that - but for the moment, this was his entertainment. He handed Momo another grape.
C - Formal Event; Evening.
He blew out a breath, adjusting the formal robes for the nth time. He wasn't much for these occasions, really. He was going to have to make a speech, which was just peachy. So why would he rather face a horde of bandits? This was definitely Sokka's terrain more than his - whatever he said, Sokka would say it with bravado and confidence and, somehow, probably get things where they needed to go.
He looked down at the scrawled notes he'd written for himself. They'd seemed so good an hour ago. Now they made him feel like the young kid who'd come out of the ice again. But he was the Avatar, and people expected the Avatar to make a speech - so yay for him, really.
He really hoped what he'd been told would be true - that posterity would smooth over the edges if he botched it.
D - Choose your Own Adventure!
He liked coming here. Zuko said that one day this area lining the bay would be overlooking the great city they had planned would rise. Another way in which they would change the world. It was a strange irony, in a way. This had all begun with he conflict of a Fire Lord and an Avatar - and now, after hunting, reconciliation, alliance, and conflict again - they stood side by side, ready to create a new, hopeful future.
What would be Republic City.
For now, though, the hill was quiet. The grass blew in the breeze, and he sat cross-legged, eyes closed. It'd been a while since he could rest, could meditate like this. The sun was going down, and the chill would set in, soon. But for now, it was a perfect moment in time; a small, fleeting blossom on the stream of creation.
And it would flow into the next, as surely it must.
B - A Market; Mid-day.]
He particularly enjoyed markets. Chaotic, yes, but the good kind. Just people trying their best to sell, to persuade; to put on a show, in many cases. He absently handed a grape up towards his shoulder, before taking one for himself. Momo, sitting there, eagerly munched on the shared bounty. Aang sat himself on a barrel, watching a juggler who was in the process of putting on a show with torches.
There was a festival in town, and he'd probably get to that - but for the moment, this was his entertainment. He handed Momo another grape.
C - Formal Event; Evening.
He blew out a breath, adjusting the formal robes for the nth time. He wasn't much for these occasions, really. He was going to have to make a speech, which was just peachy. So why would he rather face a horde of bandits? This was definitely Sokka's terrain more than his - whatever he said, Sokka would say it with bravado and confidence and, somehow, probably get things where they needed to go.
He looked down at the scrawled notes he'd written for himself. They'd seemed so good an hour ago. Now they made him feel like the young kid who'd come out of the ice again. But he was the Avatar, and people expected the Avatar to make a speech - so yay for him, really.
He really hoped what he'd been told would be true - that posterity would smooth over the edges if he botched it.
D - Choose your Own Adventure!