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Mesose?” “A companion of Avatar Gun,” Tsering said, coming over to the bedside. “Skilled poet and engineer, who died in Ha’an when Gun failed to hold back a tsunami.”
Reliving dozens of lives would be . . . well, it would be like getting caught by a tsunami. Swept away by forces beyond your control.
The girl who cut up fruit in a stupid way but at least gave you the symmetrical pieces was your sister. The girl who showed you no mercy on the airball court and laughed in your face as she kept you scoreless was your sister. Jetsun was either the person who would listen to Yangchen cry with utmost patience, or the one who’d upset her in the first place.
“Not everyone has the ability to cross between realms. You won’t be less or more of an Avatar, or an Air Nomad, or a person, if it doesn’t happen.” “Pfft. If you did it, I can do it.” If you did it, I need to do it. To become more like you.
“A hand either opens or closes. But it can’t do either of those twice in a row.”
“Humility isn’t more important than the truth. I think you pulled this off yourself.”
There is no use to the Spirit World, and therein lies the great lesson. Here, you don’t take. You don’t anticipate or plan; you don’t struggle. You don’t worry about value gained and lost. You just exist. Like a spirit.”
Platinum Affair,
“Everyone you meet in Bin-Er is in someone else’s pocket,
I’ve never really been alone, not ever.
already showing intense compassion for humanity
Let a problem last for too long and people begin to believe it’s not a problem.”
she has a disregard for the spiritual formalities
It was as if the Avatar’s blessing lingered over his skin like armor.
hes forwarding yangchens generosity
a liar in many ways. who is he
a bored rich boy? his parents will connect with the avatars circe somehow
maybe about a sibling
In case you disappear too.
It seemed so unfair, the way he had to heap point upon logical point whenever he argued with his parents, but all they had to do was say his name. He could never balance the scale when his feelings and ideas were considered moss against their stone.
the waterbender he referred to as the great earlier
huh
i hope we switct to yangchens pov more
lol
“The Western Temple believes we’re allowed to consume meat if that’s what’s available for sharing. Some of us still abstain, but it’s a choice. There’s no harm done.”
The cookpot had become a Pai Sho board, the girl across from him his opponent.
“He stopped a thief for me.”
She was going to let him find his way out of the forest she’d dropped him in.
Those little gestures of openness she’d made while she was healing him, the parted lips, the slight nods—she’d been putting him at ease. Now her expression was full of mocking sorrow.
“Well, that’s too bad,” she said. “Everyone you meet in Bin-Er is in someone else’s pocket. From the moment you appeared, I was trying to figure out whose pocket you were in. Now I finally have the answer.” A fresh slash of a grin spread across her face. “Mine,” Avatar Yangchen declared. “Now you’re in mine.”
oo i like her
“I didn’t mean to imply you were that special of a case. You fit neatly into the category of owes me.
more human than she is spiritual
Their suffering hadn’t been in vain.
seems like she needs routines and reminders of who she is for her sanity. maybe the nightmares os past lives drove her to be more human than spirit
The Avatar doesn’t answer to the shangs, Yangchen thought. Thousands of years do not give way to a decade. “I’ll be down momentarily,” she said.
shes a combo of early korra and the publics image of kyoshi
hoping the cloudiness would drain out of her head,
She spread the architectural plan of the old Bin-Er gathering hall across her lap. The building had been torn down and reconstructed so many times that several different people thought they held the original designs. But this was the true oldest version, its provenance guaranteed by one of Yangchen’s trusted sources.
why is this doc important
oh she needs to reach the sourceof her fuzz for peace
lol
airbenders are jokesters
You may go on ahead to inform the shangs we’re running behind.” Her permission to leave gave Sidao pause. I know you’re on their payroll, she thought. Show me who your true masters are, whom you’re really afraid of displeasing. With a frown, Sidao told his driver to speed up and round the bend. There it was. Leaving the Avatar in the dust was rude for someone so concerned with etiquette, but duty called.
So many of them had their hands clasped in front of their chests in a universal symbol. Please. I’m trying, she thought.
She’d seen this very incident play out through the eyes of her predecessors and felt little danger.
Unless she could do something for them, even the most fervent believers in the Avatar would realize she was a brief breeze on a scorched day, pleasant for a moment but ultimately meaningless.
Such outbursts poked a hole in the painting of her and let the real light through.
There is a direct chain of events between excessive desires in the present and widespread pain in the future.”
My friends, every day the chance to make the Four Nations a better place pays us a visit.
“I asked because, well, unless we’re being haunted right now by a glowing presence demanding the silver from our purses, I don’t see the merit of your demands,”
her mouth to retort would have only made Yangchen look foolish. Because there was nothing she could say in response. She thought she’d come to Bin-Er armed with the truth. But so had her opponents. And their weapons were sharper. Noehi drove the point of the spear home. “You don’t have any power here, Avatar,” she said. “You simply don’t.”
Advice. Was there ever such a useless gift?
