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As the eldest of four children, Jinora was at liberty to feel sufficiently upset about the goings on of her household.
In fact, she was at liberty to be completely and utterly furious at her siblings.
Especially on a day such as this one.
"IKKI!" Jinora doesn't yell a lot. But she's fifteen. She's about to go on her first actual date and her sister has stolen her favorite hair comb—a gift from her grandmother.
Jinora bursts into her sister's bedroom, hair ablaze and eyes tangled. No… wait. Strike that, reverse it. "Where is it?" She demands, her locks unconsciously fluttering with energy. Ikki sits on the bed, apparently meditating in a rather awkward sitting position with her legs up by her head. She opens an eye and shrugs.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Jinora fumes. "Yes, you do. The comb Grandma Katara gave me. Where is it?"
Ikki sighs, her legs coming down to sit cross legged. "I don't know. Ask Meelo. I haven't touched your stupid comb. Not like it'll help you on your date. I don't even know what you see in Skoochy anyway. He's got a weird name and what's with that hat—"
Jinora slams the door on her babbling sister, taking off toward the boys dormitory. She spots Meelo halfway across the courtyard, spinning around Mako on a hover scooter.
"—And what are your intentions with the esteemed Avatar this evening, young man. I don't want to hear about any funny business." Meelo pronounces to a confused looking Mako. He's even bigger than he used to be (if that's at all possible). Jinora and the rest of the air bender family are all waiting for him to pop the question to Korra but if either of them have discussed the possibility of marriage they're not letting on.
"Oh, hey Jinora." Mako greets her with a sigh of relief. He chooses to ignore the look of absolute fury on her face.
"Hey Mako. Taking Korra out again tonight?" She may have been angry but she was still polite.
Mako blushes, his hands pawing at his pockets nervously. "Just taking her to a probending match. Nothing crazy. She's been working so hard, I thought it'd be a good way for her to unwind. What about you? I heard you've got a date with Skoochy." His smile is sly. Now Jinora must keep from blushing.
"Uh yeah. Speaking of which, Meelo, you haven't seen my hair comb have you?"
Her brother shrugs and scratches the back of his head. "Nope. Maybe Rohan stole it?" He makes an aside to Mako. "He's going through a phase."
"Well, good luck on your date. Be careful. I've heard Skoochy has become quite the ladies man." Mako remarks with a chuckle, taking off toward the girls dorms.
Jinora waves him goodbye and takes off to find her youngest brother.
She finds him with Pema having an afternoon snack. Pema is tickling him brightly and, as usual, Jinora finds her anger softening at the very sight of him. Despite that Rohan was going through a streak of theft he still had an angel face that no one could say no to. "Mom, Rohan, have you seen my hair comb?"
Rohan rolls up from his back, guilt plain in his big brown eyes. "I'm afraid not, sweetie. Getting ready for your date?" Pema remains oblivious to Rohans apparent guilt.
"Yes, I am. Rohan, you wouldn't happen to know where my hair comb is, would you?" Rohan is shame faced. He reaches into his robes and pulls out the little hair comb and holds it out to her. Pema is aghast.
"Rohan. You know better than to go stealing your sisters things." Rohan's lip quivers.
"I'm sorry, Jinora." He says quietly. Jinora's anger melts. He is the one sibling she can't stay mad at. She smiles against her better judgment and pats his newly shaven head.
"It's okay. Just ask me next time if you want to see something, okay?" A beautiful smile breaks out across his little face.
"Definitely!"