SIX | SUNS & SHIPS. ( the avatar returns, part three )
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Crystal had been thinking about that for the past ten minutes and kept coming up dry. They couldn't just march into a Fire Navy ship, right? How would they fend off all those soldiers? Sure, Sokka was good with his boomerang, Katara could fling a bit of water, and Crystal could function with her clubs (they also doubled as knives if you flicked them out; Amka's little secret) but could the three of them really pull this off? The crew already had the world's most powerful bender on their ship. What's a couple of kids to them?
She, Katara and Sokka had harboured a rickety old canoe and all the courage they could muster. It didn't ease her nerves. Spirits, this was the most daunting thing that ever happened to her! This was exhilarating! This was—
"What do you three think you're doing?"
They froze in their tracks. Shit. Frantic glances were shared. They've been caught. Slowly, agonizingly, they turned around. Crystal panicked and started to smile so wide her cheeks hurt. Maybe it would look less suspicious?
Gran-Gran didn't seem to think so. The old woman stared at them with narrowed eyes, her face unreadable. Crystal gulped. She prayed to all the Gods that they wouldn't have to sneak themselves out—getting the canoe here was already hard enough.
Instead, Gran-Gran broke into a smile and thrust out some rolled-up sleeping bags. "You'll need these," She said, eyes crinkling. "You have a long journey ahead of you."
Crystal flooded with relief. "Oh thank Spirits," She muttered.
"It's been so long since I had hope," Gran-Grain said wistfully, approaching Katara. "But you brought it back to life, my little waterbender." She wrapped her granddaughter in a hug, and Crystal found herself missing her mother again. The warm, snug squeeze Momma held her with was something she could still feel. Even at night when she was cold, it was like Momma was still there.
"And you, my brave warrior," Gran-Gran turned to Sokka next. "Be nice to your sister."
Crystal pursed her lips to hide a chuckle as Sokka tried his grandmother's hugging. Then Gran was looking towards her, wrinkled face becoming more and more obsolete. Crystal swallowed. She was afraid Gran wouldn't say anything at all. She didn't exactly have the best track record with this tribe.
