The Assassin [atla]

chapter thirteen

"I'm not one to complain-"

"-Debatable."

"-But can't Appa fly any higher?"

The bison groaned in response as he continued to hover over the vast and empty, iceberg infested waters. Kai didn't exactly blame his annoyance though, Appa had been flying abnormally low since their travels started. It had been almost a week since the group officially started to make their way to the Northern Water Tribe, them coming in contact with nothing other than a small family of koala otters, which Kai was tempted to take.

"I have an idea!" Aang shot back. "Why don't we all get on your back and fly us to the North Pole?"

"I'd love to! Climb on everyone." He turned and pointed to his back."Sokka is ready for take off!" Kai rolled her eyes at both of her friends' dramatics from her spot on the saddle, though there was amusement in her eyes as she watched Momo jump on top of his back.

"Boys, behave." She scolds playfully as she sharpened her daggers for what felt like the fifth time.

Katara sighed. "Now, now, we're all just a little tired and cranky cause we've been flying for almost a week straight."

"And for what?" Sokka asks as he throws his arms in the air. "We can't even find the Northern Water Tribe, there's nothing here!"

"I wouldn't say nothing, Sokka," Kai muses. "I saw some pretty cool shaped icebergs on the way. One even looked like you!"