The Dragon Princess {𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠}

𝘈𝘶𝘯𝘵.𝘞𝘶 𝘚𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘭

🔥Miozomi's POV🔥

Chapter: 1 Epi: 9

"I've got nothing to say and nowhere to go."

The morning sunlight drifted lazily over the riverbank, warm enough to make the grass glow.

We'd finally stopped moving, finally stopped fighting and for a moment, the world felt almost gentle.

That lasted about six seconds.

"Look!" Katara shouted, pointing at the river.

A green catfish flipped into the air, slapped the water, and vanished again.

Sokka stiffened, eyes narrowing. "Ohhh, he's taunting me. You are so going to be dinner."

He bolted toward the tent, grabbed his fishing pole, and hurled the line toward the water.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Nothing.

Then— "Hey, where's the fishing line?!"

Aang looked up from where he sat, holding what I assumed was a tangled mess.

Then he lifted it and I realized, it was a flower crown, a pretty one at that.

"Oh, I didn't think you might've needed it, Sokka," Aang said with a small smile. "Isn't it pretty?"

Sokka groaned dramatically. "Aaaahhh man, it's all tangled—"

"Not tangled," Aang corrected, floating upright with a gust of air. "Woven."

He turned toward me then, and something in his posture shifted—awkward, sweet, nervous.

A faint blush rose to his cheeks.

"I—I made this for you, Zo," he said, fingers brushing the petals. "Fire lilies. I thought... it would look nice on you."

His voice dipped almost to a whisper at the end.

I stared for a moment, unsure what the correct reaction was supposed to be.

Compliments weren't... common in the palace. Azula had never braided flowers into anything but traps.

Still, the crown was beautiful.

And Aang had made it.

A smile tugged at my mouth before I could stop it. "Thanks, Airhead. I like it."

I took it carefully and turned immediately to Katara.

"Kat? Um—could you help me put it on?" My voice was smaller than I meant it to be.

She noticed—but didn't tease.

"Of course," she said warmly.

She stepped behind me, her fingers gentle as she tucked strands of escaped hair back beneath my scarf.

The fire lilies glowed against my snowy white hair, warm and soft, the red side bang slightly complimenting the flower petals in wake.

When she stepped back, she inhaled sharply. "Oh, Zomi... you look beautiful."

Heat rushed straight to my ears.

I had no idea what to do with that statement, store it? Hide from it? Throw it in a river?

"Great, Aang," Sokka groaned loudly. "Why don't you just open a tiny fashion business instead of saving the world?"

Aang shrugged, smiling. "I don't see why I can't do both."