Aang is in a heap with his robes over his face, upside-down in the crook of a tree's roots.
"I never really met my mom and dad," Aang says, shoving his robes out of his face and looking perplexed. At least, he never met them when he was old enough to remember them, but that's how it worked. What? he's a monk.
"But I'm still pretty sure you're not them." He adds, "Although that would be really neat if I had hair that matched my tattoos--"
Seriously, Nori, very cool hair. Aang approves.
The tattooed monk pushes himself up into a handstand and then flips gracefully onto his feet right in front of Nori.
"I'm Aang. I'd want to get your names too and maybe be friends, but there's those giant metal men with the hands that shoot fire beams and we really, really should try to get somewhere safer than a forest that could get set on fire."
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"I never really met my mom and dad," Aang says, shoving his robes out of his face and looking perplexed. At least, he never met them when he was old enough to remember them, but that's how it worked. What? he's a monk.
"But I'm still pretty sure you're not them." He adds, "Although that would be really neat if I had hair that matched my tattoos--"
Seriously, Nori, very cool hair. Aang approves.
The tattooed monk pushes himself up into a handstand and then flips gracefully onto his feet right in front of Nori.
"I'm Aang. I'd want to get your names too and maybe be friends, but there's those giant metal men with the hands that shoot fire beams and we really, really should try to get somewhere safer than a forest that could get set on fire."