Prompt me?

[lizbee]

It's a nice Sunday, and I'm going to want some distraction from the room-cleaning I have planned for my near future. Plus, I produced three fanworks for the white_lotus Lunar New Year festival, and found that this prompting business did good things for my brain.

So, give me an Avatar prompt and I'll write a minimum of 50 words of fic from it. And hopefully, eventually, clean my room.

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[sqbr]

I was going to say Mai and Azula post canon but the Toph fic hits the same button pretty well. So...rebuilding the airbenders.

[lizbee]

The Airbending Master


Technically, Aang had been a master since he was ten, but this was his first time as a teacher.

Suddenly he had a lot more sympathy for Monk Gyatso. And Katara, and Jeong Jeong, and Pakku, and Toph, and Zuko.

"You have to detach," he said, for what felt like the fifteenth time that hour. "Let go of everything that holds you down to the physical world. Then let go of everything that weighs down your mind."

For a few minutes, the only sound was the breath of his student and the wind in the temple. Aang closed his eyes. Okay. Maybe this teaching thing wasn't so bad after all.

Then there was a giggle.

He opened his eyes.

"Ty Lee," he said, trying very hard to sound detached and wise and not annoyed, "I'm pretty sure you're meant to be the right way up for this exercise."

"Sorry, Aang," she said, righting herself. The air cushion she created to sit on was almost perfect, considering she hadn't even been recognised as an airbender until she was sixteen. Except, of course, that apart from the elderly or disabled, Air Nomads didn't use cushions for meditation.

As a kid, the monks had accused Aang of turning tradition and ritual upside down. He was beginning to wonder if maybe this was some kind of revenge.

"Aang," said Ty Lee, reaching over and squeezing his arm, "I may be an airbender, but I'm not an Air Nomad. I can't just -- replace myself like that."

But she could, Aang thought sadly: she had run away from her parents, she had travelled across the world with Azula, she had lived on Kyoshi Island. She had come with him to the Southern Air Temple. The culture of the Air Nomads was in her spirit, as surely as airbending was in her blood.

"What you build here will be new," she said. "We can remember and honour our ancestors, but we can't be them."

She didn't say, You have to let go,.

The essence of airbending, he had been told, was flexibility.

He breathed deep and listened to the wind.

[sqbr]

This is perfect and you are a goddess of fanfic.

[lizbee]

Thanks. I'm just glad it worked out, because I've never written Aang's POV before.

[selvage]

Maybe I'm a sook, or maybe you're just awesome, but this made me cry. It's so sad and wonderful at the same time.

<3 Aang, <3 Ty Lee.

[lizbee]

Oh, thank you. *hands you a tissue*