𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 ── sokka

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. ────── unmelted cities

Azari stared down at the city of Omashu in amazement, she had never seen a city this large before, she thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid her eyes on. She had never seen something so... peaceful.

"The Earth Kingdom city of Omashu." Aang smiled largely, waving his staff towards the city.

"Wow." Katara marvelled at the city before her, moving to stand next to Azari. "We don't have buildings like this in the South Pole."

"They have buildings that don't melt!" Sokka cried, which made Azari let out a light breathy laugh before covering it with a small cough.

"Though you knew that not everything was made of snow?" The girl teased, watching Aang walk forward to the city. Sokka didn't respond, making Azari look at him.

"Well, let's go, slow pokes. The real fun's inside the city!" Aang called to the other three; Azari stepped forward, placing a soft hand on his shoulder.

"We can't just walk into Omashu. What's going to happen when they find out that you're the Avatar or that I'm Fire Nation?" Azari asked, pointing to the young boy's attire. Despite not wearing anything that could visibly identify her as Fire Nation. The Fire Nation lingered even if it was erased.

"But you're not Fire Nation?" Aang asked, confusion taking over his face.

Azari turned to look at the young boy. "Just because I can't firebend, doesn't mean I'm not Fire Nation. I was raised as one-that's all they care about."

The other three fell quiet in shock; they hadn't thought of a nation by the way of one's actions. That was, until Sokka piped up with an idea: "Ari's right, Aang." The nickname caught her so off guard that she didn't even register what he was talking about. "Which is why you need a disguise," Sokka explained.

Katara gave Azari a once over before saying, "maybe you should let your hair out? That might be recognised as Fire Nation?"

Behind the two girls, Sokka was helping Aang with his disguise.

"Oh, thank you. I guess it was out of habit that I put my hair up like that," Azari said softly, letting her hair down and pulling it back into two large braids so her hair didn't fly in front of her face and block her vision.

"There, you look just like my grandfather," Sokka says, watching as Aang scratches his head.

"Technically, Aang is 112 years old," Katara pointed out, as Aang continued to scratch himself senselessly. Azari let out another laugh at the boy's disguise: bushy white hair and a moustache that once belonged to Appa.

"It's so itchy, I don't know how you live like that," Aang complained. Appa only groaned in response.

"Is everyone ready?" Sokka asked, his eyes lingered slightly longer on Azari as she carefully tied the piece of ribbon she found in her shoulder bag on at the end of her right braid.

"Ready!" The three others shout at the same time.

"What?" Azari questioned Sokka as they began to walk to the entrance of Omashu.

"You... Look nice," Sokka stated as if he had been thinking about it for a while. The tone of his voice made his sister raise an eyebrow as Azari looked more and more confused.

"Oh, um, thank you?"

"Nice?" Katara teased her brother as the two of them followed behind Aang and Azari (who had been dragged up there by Aang.)

"Shut up," he whines, pulling up the rear end of the group. He took note of how Azari's hair swayed every step she took, and how Aang lent on his staff like a cane to really sell how old he was.