a/n: nothing is mine.
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In the Southern Water Tribe, two young adults strolled around the outskirts of a cliff around their small village, looking for the first flowers of spring for their wedding.
"Hakoda! Look at these orange sunpansies!" said Kya
"They're perfect to line the isles," said Hakoda as he took out his whale tooth knife to start cutting them off.
Then, he felt a sharp pain on his hand. It startled him into accidentally dropping his giant knife off the cliff where he heard it land with a crack onto the frozen lake below.
"Crap," he swore as he slipped trying to catch it, missed, and landed inches from the edge. Fissures started to run from the lake up the face of the frozen precipice.
"Oh no!" exclaimed Kya as she hastily ran to help him up but accidentally tripped over a crack in the ground as well. She slammed heavily onto the ground next to Hakoda, and as a result, the entire face gave away into a massive avalanche. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the back of Hakoda's hood and swung him onto a flat chunk of ice.
The two of them sailed down the thundering white torrent all the way across the frozen lake and into the icy straight below. Kya braced herself, ready to be dunked into freezing seawater, but to her surprise, almost the entire straight was swallowed by the collapsed bluff and she was only buried waist deep in snow.
Slowly, Kya and Hakoda dug themselves free of the powdery snow.
"Well that was quite a fiasco!" said Hakoda cheerily while he picked lumps of snow out of his coat. "Hey, can you get the snow out of my back?"
"Sure," said Kya.
As she patted the rest of the snow out of Hakoda's coat, she spotted something shiny fall out of his sleeve. At a closer look, it was a clear, fiery orange stone. As she held it up higher, it defracted the rays of the sun into iridescent beams of yellow.
"Where did you get this?" she asked curiously.
"I don't know."
"It's pretty. Let's keep it." said Kya as they slowly made their way back to the village.
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