The Dragon Princess {𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠}

𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨

🔥Miozomi's POV🔥

Chapter: 1 Epi: 5

After another trip, we finally made it to the earth kingdom. How nice.. it's really not!

The wind whipped lightly through the valley, carrying that warm, dusty scent that clung to the earth.

"Guys," Aang called from Appa's head, his voice bright with excitement. "I present to you — the great kingdom of Omashu!"

We all leaned over the saddle as the clouds thinned, revealing a sprawling walled city perched on a massive slab of rock.

My breath caught a little. So this was Omashu.

I'd only ever read about it — thick books filled with sketches of its chutes and shining towers.

Back then, I'd imagined the place glowing gold under the sun. And now, here it was. Real. And big.

"This is so cool," I murmured, mostly to myself, but Aang grinned like he'd been waiting for me to say it.

"Yeah, it is," he said, his eyes soft with nostalgia. "I used to come here all the time to visit my friend Bumi."

"Wow," Katara breathed, eyes wide. "We don't have cities like this in the South Pole."

"They have buildings that don't melt," Sokka added, completely deadpan, which made me chuckle. Poor guy.

"Well, let's go, slowpokes!" Aang leapt off Appa with a burst of air and landed gracefully halfway down the hill. "The real fun's inside the city!"

Katara frowned, crossing her arms. "Wait, Aang, it could be dangerous if people realize you're the Avatar."

"You need a disguise," Sokka said, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

Aang turned around with an exaggerated sigh. "So what am I supposed to do, grow a mustache?"

"Well..." I looked toward Appa. A thought sparked. "Maybe not grow one..."

Reaching over, I tugged off a small tuft of Appa's fur and rolled it between my fingers, shaping it into a scruffy white beard and mustache. "Hold still, wise one," I frown, sticking it onto Aang's chin.

He blinked, tugging at it immediately. I smacked his hand away.

"But it's so itchy, Zo!" He whined dramatically. "How do you live in this stuff, Appa?"

The bison grunted like he'd been personally offended.

Sokka snorted. "Great work, Miozomi. Now he looks just like my grandfather."

I bit back a laugh. "Glad to be of service."

"Technically," Katara chimed in, tilting her head, "he is a hundred and twelve years old."

Aang straightened, hunching slightly, and put on the thickest old-man accent I'd ever heard. "Now let's get to skippin', young whippersnappers! The big city awaits!"

We all laughed — even me, though I caught myself halfway through it, quickly tucking the sound away.

"Wait," I said, suddenly remembering. "I can't go in dressed like this. People will notice my clothes."

Rummaging through my travel bag, I found what I needed — a simple Earth Kingdom outfit that i got myself before we'd left Kyoshi Island.

Olive green fabric, soft, loose, nothing that screamed "Fire Nation."