Talking to an Island
A riot of colors and sounds sped past her eyes as she traveled through the pathways of energy known as the Flux. Passageways more akin to rushing rapids than a river, it allowed extra-dimensional beings to travel to other dimensions, so long as they remained focused. Like rapids, they could rip you from your path, and drop you into a dimension far from your destination, out of sync from the Flux, leaving you stranded till you could synchronize with it again.
You had to follow the flow to travel through it.
She saw a hole open up in the high-speed riot of colors a few feet before her. Within was an empty stone courtyard, vines and plants growing over its weathered stone pillars, above it, the night sky cast it in a somber twilight. She dove through the portal, and it closed in a flash of light behind her.
The short hooded figure breathed in the cool night air, let it fill her lungs, let it out in between pursed lips, and began to whistle. Soon, the whole courtyard was filled with her sharp, slightly tuneless whistling.
She walked out to the beach, her whistling sending quite a few small birds flying away from her immediate vicinity. She stopped a few feet from the water, with the tips of the waves lapping at her bare feet. The night sky would've been gorgeous from where she stood, if not for the large hill-sized island in the way.
But she knew of its true nature.
"Greetings, wise teacher, has the Avatar arrived?"
A rustling of trees answered her from the island; their leaves seemed to tremble even though there was no wind that shook them.
The girl gave a nod, and asked when they would come.
More trees began to rustle, and if anyone had begun to eavesdrop on their "conversation", would almost be able to pick up words in the rustling of the trees.
"You're right, I guess I should ask the locals about him…he is a guy now, right?" asked the girl, looking oddly hopeful.
A softer, subdued rustling answer her, and the girl's face lit up.
"I hope he's tall, cuz' I'm a short gal, and having a tall guy for a boyfriend would be totally awesome. Oh, and I hope he's cute, cuz' there's no sense in being tall if you ain't good-looking. And he should be great in b-"
A sudden rustle from the island cut off the girl's boyfriend tirade, and the girl stood quiet.
"I was gonna say battle, honest!" said the girl, apologetically.
Another rustle came from the island in reply.
"Right, I guess I should ask around the island about the Avatar. I'm sure if there's been a whole hate-fest with the Avatar around these parts, then I'm sure I'll get some news, right?"
The island began to rustle its reply, but the girl cut her off.
"Alright, I'm off! See you, wise teacher!"
The girl pulled out a small stick that kept her white hair in a messy ponytail, and began to twirl it in her fingers. As it twirled, faster and faster, it began to grow, and when it was roughly ¾s her height, she spun it overhead, and slammed onto the ground. A white cloud formed beneath her, lifting her up off the ground.
She somersaulted about two feet into the air, and when she landed onto the cloud, it sped off into the sky, higher and higher, till the island could see her no more.
Such an excitable child, it thought, in its ages-old mind. It had seen a myriad beings and humans in its long life, she was the first of her kind he had seen, and it was sure, that she was not the last it would see.