❝ 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ❞
Ryn hadn't trusted anyone for most of her life, starting when her father left when she was young. Bu...
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❝ I love the smell of gasoline ❞ ↞ ↠
'the waterbending scroll'
𝕾HE FELT CALM, AT PEACE, THE WIND RUSHING through her long soft hair, the sun beaming down on her. Her eyes were shut, sitting up straight, her arms placed on her knees. She was feeling the water wash up and down, trying to find her inner peace, to get rid of the knot in her chest. She wanted to be calm. She craved it. But it was hard, when everything you've known, everything you've trusted... left you behind.
"Lady Ryn --- what could possibly be going through your pretty head to think you could get in waters with the banished Prince? ---- What would your mother think?"
"Don't talk about my mother."
"I assumed the Advisor's daughter would know better--"
"You're too late, Zhao! The Avatar's inside and the doors are sealed!"
"Sooner or later, he has to come out -- When those doors open, unleash all your firepower!"
"No! Aang!"
"Zuko! Don't go!"
"I'm sorry, Ryn."
"Wait! We can't just leave her!"
"Katara, no--!"
"Come with me!"
Every painful memory shot Ryn like a blast of fire. She tried to focus on the inner peace again, focusing on the peaceful winds, the rushing water, the sun beaming on her--
Eye freaking roll.
She couldn't feel the warm sun on her pale cheeks, meaning one thing. Someone was standing in her way. Staring down at her. She could have only assumed it was one of her new companions. She wouldn't particularly call them 'friendly'. The girl, Katara, had saved Ryn from the collapsing temple, yes -- but less than twenty-four hours later, that same girl made the firebender feel out of place. Unwanted.
That very morning, Ryn sunk herself in the farthest corner on the Bison's saddle, away from the Avatar and his friends. They had been eyeing her, whispering about her, as if she couldn't hear them. She just focused on the blue sky and clouds surrounding them, trying to ignore their sharp words.
