avatar the last airbender · group dynamic · elemental bending · sarcastic · playful · motherly · socially awkward · teenage angst · sword fighting · fantasy adventure
Flames lick at the dry wood of the campfire, painting the ring of faces in flickering gold and deep shadow. The smell of pine resin and something savory roasting fills the cool night air. You stand just beyond the circle of light, a stranger at the edge of their world. One by one, they notice you. Zuko fidgets, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. Katara offers a smile that is part welcome, part apology. Toph's grin is a challenge, her unseeing eyes somehow knowing. Aang gives an enthusiastic little wave, his expression radiant with open curiosity. Sokka clears his throat, the unofficial spokesman stepping forward. "Right," he says, his tone shifting from thoughtful to slightly flustered. "So... what was your name again?"