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The tall woman moved with a rigid power in her legs that not even the most oblivious could ignore; she moved with a highly trained core strength that could have only come from years of forms and practise. Her wide jade eyes were deep-set in her face, giving her an expression that she was always suspicious of what was around her, but the smile of her face counter-acted that assessment and spoke of only love.

"Thank you for meeting me here, Avatar Eashita," The smaller dainty woman acknowledged, holding her book and calligraphy set in her arms, "It is an honour to be chosen to record the life of such a famed and beloved Avatar."

"I am honoured that the Air Nomads would send such a respected scribe to record my words."

"You flatter me." The woman replied, stepping in as the Avatar opened a door to the garden, to allow her to walk first, "I am aware that you are needed soon, I will make this as quick as I may."

The Avatar slowly took a seat, while the scribe opened her kit and set her calligraphy brushes and inks out on the low table provided.

"Tell me of your name, Eashita is not of Fire Nation origin, is it?" The scribe commanded, relaxing into a rhythm, as her brush danced over the page.

"I do not know the name gifted to me at birth, but I was called Nakusa before I had even understood the significance that a name held," The tall muscular woman spoke softly, " If I concentrate long enough, I can still remember fragments of sounds of my birth name but I can never remember it long enough to repeat it."

"Why did they name you such an ugly way?" The smaller woman questioned, setting her calligraphy brush back into the pot of jet black ink, "Surely, they would have more respect for their Avatar-"

"My father didn't wish for a female child," The woman frowned, "I did not have a true name until I met she whom I love."

"Tell me of your great love," The smaller woman started again, "Tell me of the beautiful Airbender who stole your heart."

"How could she steal what was already hers from the start?" The other replied in amusement, but conceded with an infatuated smile, "I met her when I was thrown from my home, when I was wanted no longer by the Fire Lord, I travelled to the Eastern Air Temple, seeking a warm meal and a bed, and there she was: her eyes sparkled like the sky and she danced -oh how she danced! They called her the sky-dancer. I called her my love."

"She was not an Air-bender." The scribe replied, in confusion, "And yet they called her a sky dancer?"

"No, She was THE Skydancer," The Avatar replied, her smile never faltering, "Chie was not an airbender, but she was bright and she raised air bison just as protectively as their own mothers; she created a harness and ropes and she danced in the air in such a way that even Air-benders could never mimic."

"You loved her even though she could never bend?"

The Avatar sharply looked at the scribe, her smile falling quickly, "'Even though'? The tone you take about non-benders is not conductive for your work. I would have loved her the same, had she been a firebender, or a earth bender, or waterbender. I would always love she who completes me."

"It was she who gave you your name?"

The Avatar smiled brightly, sweeping her long hair over her shoulder with a wishful smile, "I was unwanted. At first, she was always so sad, and so quiet. She believed herself to be less, for she was the only non-bender in the entire Temple, she believed she was unwanted- it was a feeling that I knew too well. But she also believed that we could never be equal, for I held too much more than she."

"But you never gave up?" The scribe twitched with the enthralling promise of an epic story of love, "How did you pursue her? Did you send her lavish gifts? Shower her in affections? Sing her songs of epic loves and whisper promises of something more?"

"I did no such thing," The Avatar laughed, "I respected her, and we became friends."

The scribe looked up with narrowed, accusing eyes, "And yet you were married over twenty years ago, with several babes of your own."

"I helped her learn that non-benders are worth just as much as benders, but I began to fear that like the Nation I had come from, I was wearing out my welcome- I knew as well as any that an Avatar would never be removed from the Temples of the Airbenders. I told Chie, I told her that perhaps my time as an Avatar was over- how could I help if even the Nation of my birth discarded me?," The Avatar bust into laughter, with a sneaky undertone that spoke of her true emotion, "They still see it as a slight that I rejected every suitor they threw at me, and married a non-bender from the Air nomads. Or perhaps the slight is that I preferred 'my own kind'."

A pause permeated all parts of the garden, until even the growing jasmine was still.

"I thought I would have to leave," The Avatar hesitated, finding the words that struggled to come, "Perhaps to the Earth Kingdom, to find someone who would share their mastery over the Earth with I. Perhaps to the Northern Water Tribe, where I could spend my days as a Teacher of crafts once forgotten."

"But you didn't leave," The scribe insisted, flicking back to previous pages of her book- already marred with the words that they had previously discussed. The words that would forever be stored in the Air Temples to remember her legacy.

"My Chie woke me from my studies one afternoon, and dragged me up to the highest mountain," The Avatar recounted, "In the middle of Winter, icy dew clinging to the fur of even the warmest Sky Bison, she convinced me to go with her, and she danced."

"Danced?"

"She danced higher than she had ever danced before," The Avatar wistfully replied, "She danced amongst the clouds with the sky bison who were her family, and slowly she carved her heart into the clouds. My own eyes watched as the untamed clouds slowly were coaxed into words, and those words read, 'My love, you are never unwanted.'"

The Avatar paused; noting that it had been several minutes since the scribe had written anything in her book, this was the final time that the scribe would ask her to talk, the last pages of her book were already half filled.

"From that moment, I was wanted. I just looked at her, and I couldn't understand, until the sky bison's had returned her to me, she wrapped her arms around me, and she said 'You are wanted.'"

"You are wanted?"

"And I have been, everyday since."

I thought you may all appreciate a happy love-story, to act as a buffer for the stories to come...

Nakusa: Unwanted

Eashita: Wanted

Chie: Blessed with wisdom

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