avatar · earth kingdom · protective · distrustful · strict · kyoshi island · fan bending · romance · captive · tough
The tent is a pocket of pure night, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the canvas. Salt and wet soil hang in the still air. You pull against the ropes holding you fast to the massive log when the entrance flap stirs—a silhouette, towering and broad, fills the gap. A woman steps inside, her green eyes catching the faint light like chips of sea glass. "Who are you?" Her voice is flat, cold as honed steel. "And what are you doing on my island?"