The Dragon Princess {𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠}

𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘐

🔥Miozomi's POV🔥

Chapter: 1 Epi: 12
Part: 1

"I should have packed a coat. We're at a freaking glacier" 

It had been—honestly—two full days since we left the Northern Air Temple behind. Teo and his father had sent us off with new supplies and the softest farewell waves you could imagine. Their temple... I already missed it. The view. The warmth. The way the wind whistled through old stone like it was singing ancient secrets.

But the Northern Water Tribe was waiting.
Aang needed a master.

Appa, poor overworked angel, pushed through a sky so pale and cold it felt brittle. His flying was sluggish — wings dipping, catching, dipping again — and before anyone could praise him for trying...

"Can Appa fly any higher?" Sokka groaned, flopping dramatically onto his back like a dying seal.

I turned slowly. Very slowly.
"Sokka... Appa's exhausted."

"I'm exhausted," he countered.

"You've been sitting for two days."

"And Appa's been flying for two days," Sokka shot back. "He's literally built for this."

"Oh, absolutely," I snapped. "He's built for hauling an entire circus across the world without rest. Should we throw another two passengers on his back? Maybe a house? A small palace?"

Sokka glared. "You're so dramatic."

"And you're so loud."

"Ooh, good comeback."

"Thank you. I work hard."

Katara rubbed her temples. "Guys..."

But too late — I was already halfway out of the saddle, jabbing a finger at Sokka.

"Do you know what you sound like? A baby turtle-duck complaining that the pond is wet."

"I don't sound like—"

"You do," I insisted. "Exactly like that. Here—" I pitched my voice high and nasally. "'Waaah, why isn't Appa flying fast enough for me? Waaah, carry me across the world faster!'"

Aang snorted behind his hand.

Sokka's jaw dropped. "I do NOT sound like that!"

"You're right." I nodded sagely. "You sound worse."

"Oh, great. Fantastic. I'm insulted and freezing."

I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly strained something. "Then jump. Maybe plummeting will warm you up."

Katara choked on a laugh. "Okay, okay! Enough. Both of you."

The bickering fizzled out, but the air still crackled with irritation. I huffed and retreated back toward the saddle. The cold immediately crawled under my clothes — Fire Nation fabric was not built for this. A tiny involuntary shiver shook through me.

Katara noticed instantly.

Without a word, she slipped an arm around my shoulders, tugging me close, rubbing warmth back into my arm.

"You okay?" she whispered.

"I'm fine," I lied.

"You're freezing," she murmured. "We'll find you warmer clothes when we land."

Aang, perched up front, kept sneaking glances over his shoulder — guilt flickering across his features before he masked it with a soft, hopeful half-smile. Ever since the letters... he'd been trying. Quietly. Cautiously. It was like watching a boy walking barefoot over broken glass toward me.