[ATLA X OC]
"You can't change other people's actions. You can only change your own."
Awena needed to see the world, away from the small village she lives in. So, when the avatar has returned to the world, she discovers that she has much bigger probl...
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III. aang returns home
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89 AG, ten years before the return of the Avatar.
Awena sat cross-legged on the floor, her tiny fingers struggling to weave the rough reeds together. Each attempt only seemed to tangle the fibers more, and frustration boiled over.
"I can't do it, it's too hard!" Awena shouted, nearly throwing the half-woven basket aside in defeat.
Her father stepped over with a warm chuckle. He was tall, bundled in his thick parka as usual, and his most distinctive feature was his ever-present smile. It was a smile that could light up a dark winter's day and one that Awena cherished deeply.
"That's where you're wrong, my little tiger-seal." He said, kneeling beside her and ruffling her hair. "You have to be persistent, especially when something feels impossible. Sometimes that's the only way you can conquer it."
Awena narrowed her eyes at the basket, skeptical of his advice, but determined not to let it defeat her. She had another hour before dinner, and with her father's encouragement ringing in her ears, she tackled the project again. She worked and wove, slowly understanding how to coax the reeds into place until, at last, she held up a small, slightly lopsided, but entirely intact basket.
"I did it! I made a basket!" Awena's face lit up as she held her creation aloft, eager for her father's approval.
He broke into a broad grin. "I knew you could, my smart girl. Look at that, you've created something all by yourself."
Awena laughed, delighted, as she started filling the basket with small trinkets nearby. "And look! Nothing falls out of the bottom! It's like a real basket!"
Her father chuckled, nodding. "That's because it is a real basket, Awena."
Before she could reply, the door swung open, and a gust of cold air followed her mother inside. Tall and striking, with long black hair that never seemed out of place, her mother had a powerful, steely presence. She was beautiful but sharp-edged, a force of nature in her own right.
