Aang doesn't immediately turn towards the voice, opting instead to focus his attention to the surrounding crowds.
"Oh no, I know exactly where I am," he says craning his neck. As if that one or two inches will make him spot his loved ones that much faster.
"It's everyone else I'm worried about." Here he turns towards the voice and offers the speaker a lop-sided grin.
The kind of smile that Aang was famous for, but for some reason was always left out of his tributes and statuary. It's not the only thing that doesn't entirely match. The robes this boy is wearing are far less formal than any depicted on commemorative scrolls or standing tall in a bay. One of his shoulders remains exposed while the other is draped in a sash of orange that's tied at his waist by another of red.
No, the only place to see that smile and those robes were family pictures of times long since gone by.
Even in the here and now the smile is falling as Aang takes in the sight of the girl with the bright blue arrow adorning her forehead.
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"Oh no, I know exactly where I am," he says craning his neck. As if that one or two inches will make him spot his loved ones that much faster.
"It's everyone else I'm worried about." Here he turns towards the voice and offers the speaker a lop-sided grin.
The kind of smile that Aang was famous for, but for some reason was always left out of his tributes and statuary. It's not the only thing that doesn't entirely match. The robes this boy is wearing are far less formal than any depicted on commemorative scrolls or standing tall in a bay. One of his shoulders remains exposed while the other is draped in a sash of orange that's tied at his waist by another of red.
No, the only place to see that smile and those robes were family pictures of times long since gone by.
Even in the here and now the smile is falling as Aang takes in the sight of the girl with the bright blue arrow adorning her forehead.