The Dragon Princess {𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠}

𝘖𝘩! 𝘔𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

🔥Miozomi's POV🔥

Chapter: 1 Epi: 3
Part: 1

"So quick recap. I got 'kidnapped' to help the Avatar restore balanced to the world-and I'm so tired,"

We came down out of the high air the way night falls over a lake—quiet and sure, with everything turning silver at the edges.

Appa's paws hit a frosted clearing tucked between wind-bent pines and rock shoulders.

Night sighed around the landing like a tired animal settling.

The cold had that clean bite that empties your lungs, then gives them back.

So after flying for a while, the siblings, Aang and I all decided to land and make camp for the night, seeing as i didn't have a sleeping bag, for the time being, i slept on Appa's tail, with a blanket given to me by Katara, while she and Sokka slept in their sleeping bags beside me, with Aang at the top saddle.

Katara didn't make a ceremony of the blanket—just pressed it into my hands with that small, steady look that says I saw a need; now it's handled.

No pity, no fuss. I respected that.

I wrapped myself in it and chose a spot near Appa's tail, the most reliable wall I know: warm, alive, unbothered by my sharp corners.

The siblings unrolled their bags like they'd done this a hundred times (they probably had), and Aang scrambled back up to the saddle to sleep as if his body was a bird that only landed when the sky allowed it.

It was a fairly comfortable night, but I wondered if Zuko was worried about me to start searching or if he only still cared about the Avatar.

The thought moved through me like a cold blade finding a seam. Worry for me? Or just a missing piece in a hunt?

I tucked my chin into Appa's fur and tried to let the honest smells—beast-warmth, grain dust, old sunlight caught in hair—push the question away.

Trying not to dwell on it too much, I turned and finally shut my eye to get a good night sleep.

The world narrowed to breathe and the faint tap of loose gear in the saddle.

Sokka's snore came and went like a tide.

Somewhere higher up, the wind stroked the pines until they sang a thin wire-song. I slept in snatches, the kind where you wake at every change in silence.

At the break of dawn the next day, the three of us decided to start packing early for our next trip, by pack i mean Katara packing all the stuff, I feeding Appa and Aang ensuring he's ready for flight while Sokka still sleeps.

Morning arrived pale and undecided, a thin wash of light over blue snow.

Katara moved through the small camp with purpose and grace, knocking frost off buckles, tightening straps with fingers that had learned endurance before softness.

I took the feed pail because I prefer my hands working to my thoughts wandering. Appa leaned into the grain like a ship finding current.

Aang checked reins, girths, and the horn-wraps with a rhythm that felt like hope in motion.

Sokka—devoted acolyte of sleep—was a study in heroic inaction, cocooned and dream-heavy.

"I can't wait till you see it Zomi and Katara, the Air temple is the most beautiful place in the world"