Sound Bender (Avatar: The Last Airbender) #Wattys2017

||Chapter 38 - Royalty||

3rd Person's POV

With a furrow of her brows, feeling a sensation sprawl across her chest and down to her toes, Himoko awoke to the biting cold of the North Pole.

She shivered at the nipping cold, her eyes squinting as she pried them open slowly. The light in the room she was in was dim, blue decorative walls and furniture, animals skins and Water Tribe decor aligning the area surrounding her. Once her eyes we're well adjusted, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, blinking a few times to help rid of her fatigue. Feeling espenanturally tired in that moment. She must had been asleep for a while, from her dazed memories when in and out of consciousness, it didn't make sense. Why did she see a past Avatar?

More importantly, why did it seem like the Avatar was trying to warn her? Or something along those lines. She couldn't wrap her head around it, and hoped maybe she could find answers as soon as possible.

She got up, lips trembling from the cold and looked around for a more appropriate attire for the North Pole. A few feet away from her on top of a old box was dark outerwear, navy blue colored outlined with white fur. Definitely Water Tribe material.

She shrugged it on, tying it off with a string of material to keep it closed. Protected if any harsh winter wind would hit her and blow her away (Which isn't impossible to happen). She put on her regular shoes, seeing as there was no snow boats for her to wear at the moment. They probably didn't think about her toes getting frostbite, but she will manage.

She slowly pulled open the curtain, ready to take a step out when she realizing something. It was quiet.

"Huh?" She softly questioned, jumping at the sound of her own voice. Okay, she wasn't deaf, she can hear still. But, since waking up why hasn't she heard anyone else? Usually with her bending, she could easily hear sounds from far away, and it wasn't normal for a place as popular as the Northern Water Tribe to be this quiet.

She planted her right foot firmly outside of the igloo-tent thing. House? Maybe a guest house?

"Okay, no one in sight." She commented to herself, head tilting to the side. Why was it so quiet? And usually she hated all of the noise, especially loud ones. And now she was being hypocritical and missed the noise, it made her feel uncomfortable.

With a small nod of reassurance to herself, she closed her eyes and tried to zero in any sound. Her breathing? Check. Heart beating? Check. Blood pumping? Check. The sound of snow crunching? Check- Wait, snow crunching-?!

Her eyes popped open, whirling around in the direction of the sound and sending a big ole kick to the perpetrator, hitting them in the thigh expertly and sending them to the ground. "Ah! Dang kangaroo much?!" She blinked, recognizing the voice as the idiot, Sokka. Her emotion of panic quickly filled with dread, realizing that she just sent the boy onto the ground so harshly.

"Sokka! So sorry, I didn't know it was you!" Himoko apologized to him, bending down to help him up to his feet, wincing as a bruise began forming on his thigh from her kick. Despite just being kicked by his girlfriend, he flung forward and wrapped her up in a tight hug, his shoulders untensing. Himoko didn't know what to do with her hands at first with the sudden affection, deciding to just awkwardly rest them on the middle of his back, waiting for him to be the first one to let go.

"I'm glad that you are okay. You have been out for a long while." He told her as he slowly pulled away from the hug, but still had a hold of her arms.

"How long?"

"Four days at least or something like that. The healers sadly couldn't do much from what Katara told me."

"Where is Aang and Katara?" She questioned and he smiled.