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It was not often that the spirits were given a human form, a type of alias. It was more uncommon when it was not expected.
But the two benders—pitiful, weak, young, human—did not know of the consequences that came with impersonating a spirit.
Nor did they care.
The boy—he was just a boy, really, so young compared to the actual spirit himself—was unlike the actual Blue Spirit. The spirit that was powerful and cunning and just and righteous but did not look over humiliation. He was vast and tall and could be described as a mountain that would never move. He might have had eyes once, but sometimes things are simply overlooked and forgotten with time.
But no one said you needed eyes to see.
He wants to punish the human but he does not when he watches the human break into the prison. He watches as the human risks their life to find the boy. He watches as the human saves the Avatar even though he knows it is simply for personal gain, and perhaps something more.
He does not punish him. Not yet.
The Painted Lady does not loathe the young waterbender even if the disguise is nothing compared to what the Painted Lady really looks like. She is tall and proud and beautiful and graceful and kind. She is the image of a mother and the villagers are her children. She is thankful for the waterbender's help in restoring the village.
She appears to the waterbender and smiles and she knows that is enough; she vows to continue where the young waterbender left off.
A mother does not abandon her children.