The Life of Livana Garmadon

September 13th, 2023

"Helpline is complete!" Nya slid into the kitchen, nearly crashing into the cabinet on the ground. She quickly regained her footing and then held up her hand, success written all over her face. "I have completed the helpline and all of Ninjago knows about it."

"Congrats." I said to her as I took a sip of water.

"Where's Morro?" Nya asked me.

"I think he's with Fang. The two of them said something about practicing for something and then they left." I took another sip of water.

"Interesting. I know that Fang and Master Wu had a talk yesterday about Fang being the dragon master and all that. I think that Fang is trying to change into a dragon more successfully. Or attempt wings, at least." Nya informed me.

"Ooh, I wanna see that." I pushed the chair back and then asked, "Where are they?"

"Uhhh, somewhere in the courtyard, I think." Nya tapped the table with her fingers, "I don't know. Anyways, you go ahead. I'm waiting for Jay so that we can take our patrol shift."

"Hope you two have fun." I said to Nya before I walked over to the courtyard and found Morro standing in front of Fang, who was kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

"Just breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth." Morro suggested to Fang, who was panting still. "Once you start feeling a bit better, more grounded, then I suggest that you visualize wings."

"I'm... trying..." Fang managed to huff out through his labored breathing.

I went over to Morro and then looked at Fang, "How's his training going?"

"He managed to get claws, but that took a lot out of him." Morro looked at Fang, "Do you think you can see it?"

"N-No..." Fang trailed off, shaking.

"Okay, okay. Stop." Morro ran over to Fang and knelt down beside him. "I think you could use a break, yeah?"

Fang nodded.

"Here." I grabbed a nearby water bottle and handed it to Fang. "Get some water in you. That way, the nausea should fade a bit."

"Okay, Doctor Livvy in the house, I see." Fang said after he gulped down a bit of water.

"I see that you're well enough to tease me. That's good." I smirked at Fang, who gulped down another swig of water before he grinned at me.

"Well, Doctor Livvy, what's the diagnosis?" Fang spread his arms out and his grin turned teasing, "Do tell, because if I fall ill, I will blame it on your faulty diagnosis."

"Hmmmm," I tapped my chin thoughtfully, playing along with Fang's stupidity. "I deem you free to go, my friend. Free as a butterfly." I pointed at a butterfly that fluttered across the blue sky, "Ooh, perfect timing."

"Pfft." Fang snorted, "Thanks."

"We'll start practice again tomorrow morning!" Morro called after Fang, who looked back at him, let out a dramatic groan, and then continued to walk, sipping from his water bottle.

"Don't torture him." I teased Morro, nudging his shoulder with mine.

My shoulder passed slightly through Morro's form and I noted mentally, Make sure that your face doesn't change when that happens, no matter how weird it can get having a ghost boyfriend.

"I am not." Morro protested indignantly, but he had a hint of a smirk on his face.

"How is Fang doing though?" I asked, "On a serious scale?"

"His true potential, his dragon potential, is there. We can almost see it. But what's frustrating is as soon as we get to that point, it gets too painful for Fang to press on. It's not a bad thing that he knows his limits, trust me, but I'm wondering how I can help him go past that point. I'm also wondering if we even need to go past that point, if I'm honest." Morro sighed and laced his hands behind his head.