¡Feliz cumpleaños, Horangi21! ¡Muchas gracias por los comentarios sobre mi historia anterior de Kyoshi! ¡Espero que disfrutes tu historia de cumpleaños! ¡Así como todos los demás que lean esto!
The coppery sphere of fire climbed over the horizon above the small port settlement of Yokoya. In the far future, Yokoya will become the well-known Kyoshi Island. Yet, that remained far into the future.
The Avatar Mansion that Avatar Kyoshi unwillingly inherited became blanketed in the gentle radiance of hope and light. The sunlight streamed into a medium-sized bedroom where a single child slept. The vibrant green walls of this bedroom were accented by over a dozen blossoms and bonsai trees.
In the center of the chamber lay a child. Her bed was a bit extravagant. To her right stood a nightstand that held a single lantern. Adjacent to the lantern was a set of gold war fans and an obsidian pendant. The child appeared to sleep serenely with a smile on her adorable face. She squeezed tightly in her arms a little hand-stitched doll. Everything seemed to be going well.
The oval-shaped oak door unlocked little by little as a young Fire Nation female peeked inside. Rangi's heart fluttered with warm fuzzies while she gazed at the little girl she and Kyoshi had adopted a month ago.
They'd only recently returned to the estate after vanquishing Lord Jaba. Nevertheless, the two young mothers had done their most suitable to settle into motherhood. Moreover, supporting a traumatized child in her recovery. Tip-toeing, she went over to the small child.
"Time to wake up, Obsidiana. Agni's graced the heavens, which means its mediation time," she purred into her adopted daughter's left ear. The small child gradually opened her enormous gray eyes. She quickly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Then, she murmured, "Mama!"
"Yes, I'm here," she chuckled. She kissed her forehead before helping her daughter prepare for the day. They'd done their most suitable to settle their daughter into a routine. They knew having structure would aid in helping the traumatized Obsidiana. So she'd spend the first half hour meditating.
Then if the temperature was pleasant? The family would have a large, nutritious breakfast outside. Following breakfast, they'd do two hours of lessons. Then she'd be allowed to play until lunch. After lunch, Obsidiana would take an hour and a half nap. Subsequently would be training with her mothers, then free time until dinner. After dinner, they'd get her ready for bed.
They're doing their most reasonable to circumvent any triggers. They'd set up her room to be open and submersed in nature. This greatly benefited Obsidiana. As a direct result of the trauma, she'd received while enslaved? She now had intense phobias of closed spaces and the dark. Hence why they set up this room to circumvent those phobias.
Rangi prepared her daughter for the day. Obsidiana had a few garments. Her sleeping attire, her green kimono, and her warrior kimono. She spent most of the day in her brilliant green kimono embroidered with pink chrysanthemums. Then, in the afternoon, she switched to her warrior.
Holding tightly to her mama's hand, the desirable woman ushered the child outdoors. They both fell into meditation while facing Agni. Rangi's mother, Hei Ran, insisted on daily meditation. She declared that meditating at sunrise helped purify one's mind, body, and spirit. Moreover, it remained remarkably beneficial in feeling revitalized. Plus, having a better mindset for the day. They'd scarcely finished meditating when Kyoshi called them over for breakfast.
The five-year-old sprinted cheerfully to where her mommy was waiting for them but unexpectedly froze in terror. Seated at the table was an older woman she didn't know. Her anxiety rapidly became a full-blown panic attack. Kyoshi quickly noticed, rushing to pick up the child in an affectionate embrace. She and Rangi quickly discovered that encountering strangers induced panic attacks in their daughter.
They knew she'd hyperventilate if she came in close contact with men. However, they'd hoped she wouldn't freak out too severely when Hei Ran came over. She was, after all, Obsidiana's grandmother. However, this was her first time encountering her. Obsidiana buried her face deep into her mother's bosom. She was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking badly.
"Shush, its okay. No one is going to hurt you. We wanted to introduce you to your grandmother. She'll be taking care of you for a few weeks," Kyoshi whispered soothingly to her child.
Uncertain if the child heard her, Hei Ran stayed seated. Rangi came over to her mother. She did her most acceptable to give her mother the shortened version of events. Fortunately, her mother wasn't any stranger to traumatized children.
She'd cut her top knot for how much torment and trauma she inflicted on Yun. Plus, how much misery she'd caused her nation as a whole. So she wasn't foreign to a sensitive child. Finally, Kyoshi calmed her daughter down. Then she set her down to eat her breakfast. However, Obsidiana refused to look at Hei Ran and picked at her food silently.
"Please don't take it personally, Mother. I'm confident she'll warm up to you eventually. Just be patient, alright?" Rangi whispered to her mother. Hei Ran looked incredibly disappointed that her new granddaughter wouldn't even look at her.
However, she'd already relinquished her honor as a Fire Nation citizen. Consequently, she had the slim hope of being an honorable grandmother. Sadly it didn't seem to be working out. Kyoshi had been helping her daughter eat her rice. Then she softly spoke her daughter's name. Gradually the child looked up into the lovely face of her mother.
"Obsidiana, please say hello to your grandmother. I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to say anything else. Please say hello," her mother requested.
"Hello," she croaked out before ducking her head again. The once tough-minded Fire Nation woman sighed. She attempted to be soft and sweet. " It's nice to meet you, granddaughter." Obsidiana didn't acknowledge her. Hei Ran tried again, "Do you like the doll I crocheted for you?"
This caught Obsidiana's attention. She hadn't known who had made her the doll. Only when it had been waiting for her in her new bedroom. She gradually held up the doll and pointed to it. Hei Ran nodded to confirm she'd made the doll. "Do you like her? Does she have a name?"
The child nodded but didn't speak. So Rangi spoke up on her behalf. "She named it Li Shou after the dire lynx that helped her escape."
"Hmm, it's a pretty name, just like your own name is pretty as you," her grandmother replied while sipping sweet tea. Still, Obsidiana didn't speak to her new grandmother. Hei Ran tried her best to show she wasn't resentful that she didn't talk to her. But, again, after all the psychic trauma she'd seen herself? She could only imagine how harmful it had been for the five-year-old.
Kyoshi took charge. "Is it alright if your granny sits in during your studies?" The ebony-haired girl nodded. Once they went inside, the child sat at a small desk. Hei Ran sat calmly, observing with fascination as her daughter and Kyoshi did their most suitable to instruct the basics to Obsidiana.
Today they're working on the child's reading and writing skills. First, they revealed to her a small illustration and then requested her to spell it. Then, after showing her enough pictures, they asked her to read the words audibly.
Again, this came with some difficulty as the child was primarily mute. Furthermore, she only spoke in whispers when she did communicate. Still, she did her best to read a few sentences aloud. Kyoshi then passed her a picture book. "Remember this?" Obsidiana nodded cheerfully. "Please read it for your grandmother."
Obsidiana didn't want to at first, but she proceeded over to her grandmother with some coaxing. First, she allowed the woman to pick her up so she could sit on her lap. Then, she opened her picture book.
It wasn't the same one she'd drawn when they'd gone to visit Lady Windmere. They'd been making picture books out of her lessons. Taking a few deep, calming breaths, Obsidiana started to read in her whispering voice.
Hei Ran listened attentively as her granddaughter began reading a story of a lost kitten. How the kitten roamed everywhere, and eventually, a friendly fox-hawk helped return the kitty to her mommy.
Hei Ran had done her best to reassure and encourage the child while she read. Still, Obsidiana didn't seem to trust the woman entirely. After her nap, she seemed apprehensive during her warrior training with the older woman's intense gaze at her. Ultimately, Rangi managed to relate to her mother; she was making Obsidiana anxious.
Rangi knew it was simply a habit her mother picked up as a firebending teacher. To continuously stare intensely while looking incredibly critical. Yet, she couldn't do that with her new grandchild. It took a great effort on the older Fire Nation lady's part to relax. Plus, send out more pacifying and uplifting vibes. Eventually, the day winded down, and it was bedtime. Hei Ran begged her daughter to let her tell Obsidiana a bedtime story.
Both Rangi and Kyoshi looked concerned but nodded. They stayed in the doorway while Hei Ran tucked her grandchild into bed. She then started telling her one of her clan's stories. Then to both women's surprise, she sang a short lullaby to the child. Finally, they heard Hei Ran whisper, "I love you, Obsidiana," to which the child whispered back. "I love you too, Granny."
Kyoshi and Rangi couldn't help but smile, for they'd desired Obsidiana to bond with her grandmother. They'd chosen her as her primary caregiver if they were on missions. So it was vital for them to bond. They knew they would have to go on dangerous missions.
Missions that they couldn't bring along a child. So again, the two of them needed to bond. The family had a few weeks left before Kyoshi and Rangi would have to depart. So the family enjoyed each other as much as possible.
Rangi: Kelly Marie Tran: Raya from Raya and the Last Dragon.
Obsidiana: Brenna O' Brain: Rin Inuyasha.
Hei Ran: Lisa Ann Beley: Sesshomaru's mother.
Don't lack color with your words. But, don't speak so black and white! How can others know how you truly feel if you never add color to your comments?
If you genuinely desire others to understand your feelings and actions? You need to speak in color! Not simply black and white!