A/N: Everyone should love Bolinora this is a fact.

I own nothin'.

Jinora took a deep breath in. She could do this move. She'd done it hundred of times before. She knew it.

Unless Bolin was watching.

Which he currently was doing.

When she'd protested, he'd said, "C'mon, Nora. Airbending's cool, and Korra's nowhere near as good as you."

Accepting his compliment with blushing cheeks, Jinora begrudgingly let him watch her practice. So far, she had managed to forget that he was around, letting the movement of the wind take her thoughts far away.

Except for this one darn move.

This was one of the more advanced moves her father had taught her, and it was easily Jinora's favorite. The way she lifted herself off the ground, twisted her torso, and moved her arms was so fluent, she felt as though she was dancing.

Taking in another deep breath, she closed her eyes, imagined the lifts and turns, and sprung off the ground.

It was perfect. Jinora knew this as soon as she twisted her torso and moved her arms in time with the air. She allowed the wind to sweep her higher, higher up still, all the while maintaining control of the sweeps and dips of her body.

When she landed, her eyes immediately looked to Bolin, who was completely wonderstruck. Beaming, Jinora glided over to him.

"What did you think?" she asked eagerly. Though she was mostly serious like her father, a childlike eagerness still surfaced in Jinora from time to time, even at the age of fifteen.

"I-it was… wow, I mean– wow, that was amazing," Bolin was blushing profusely, but he managed to clear his throat and say, "You are very talented airbender, Miss Jinora."

She smiled coyly and bowed. "Thank you, Mister Bolin."

"Seriously, Nora. That's the best I've ever seen you practice. When's Tenzin gonna let you get your arrows?"

"Dad said after I turn sixteen. I've mostly got everything down, but I want to truly master everything I can before I get my arrows." Jinora sat down next to Bolin, winded.

"Your birthday's in a few weeks, isn't it?"

"Yeah. About a month."

Bolin rested his elbows on his knees. "Man, I wish earthbenders had some sort of tattoo or something that identified us as masters. That'd be pretty sweet." He glanced at Jinora and said in a more serious tone. "Are you nervous?"

She fingered the hem of her robes. "I'm excited, but I'm terrified at the same time. Not just of the tattoos, but…" Her voice trailed off.

"But what?"

"It's silly. Forget it."

Bolin looked at her seriously, his green eyes reaching out to her brown ones. "Jinora, I'm your friend. Tell me."

She bit her lip. Whenever he called her Jinora, she knew he was serious. "Promise you won't laugh?"

He crossed over his heart with his index finger. "Promise."

Jinora took a deep breath. "I'm scared of having my head shaved. I'm worried about being made fun of."

Bolin gave a little half smile. "Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of. You don't have anything to worry about, though."

She looked up at him. "Really?"

"Yeah. It would take a lot more than a bald head to make someone think you're not pretty." His cheeks flushed the slightest bit pink, but he held her gaze.

Hope and solace blossomed in her chest. Her mother had told her the same thing multiple times, and though it comforted her, somehow it had a different effect when Bolin said it.

Beaming, Jinora pecked Bolin on the cheek. "Thank you, Bolin. That means a lot."

He grinned, still blushing slightly. "Hey, it's the truth," he said, ruffling her hair.