Just Like the Good Old Days

Redbayly: Hey, guys! Sorry I haven't updated since my birthday but I've been kinda busy lately.

Sokka: What could you possibly have to keep you busy?

Redbayly: I happen to be at college, Sokka. I just started second semester. I'm taking Origins of Civilizations, Lives of Wives, Intro to Women's Studies, and Gender and Maya Diaspora.

Sokka: Ha! Like you'll ever get anywhere with courses like that.

Redbayly: What's wrong with my courses?

Sokka: Bet it's just an excuse to shirk off learning stuff that really matters.

Redbayly: You're starting to sound like my parents.

Sokka: Good! They're intelligent and responsible people.

Redbayly: The courses are not as easy as you think, Sokka. They are very complex and involve a lot of critical thinking and-

Sokka: Blah, blah, blah, just making your excuses to not write fanfiction.

Redbayly: Wait. You mean this whole argument was about fanfiction?

Sokka: Duh, what did you think it was about?

Redbayly: But…I, you…wha?

Sokka: While Red tries to reengage her brain, here's a new chapter. Redbayly does not own Legend of Korra.

The Descent

Noatak's POV:

I was having trouble sleeping that night. Shaman Guyapi's conversation was still very vivid in my memory.

Flashback…

"How did you…?"

"As a Shaman, I am attuned to all around me. Since I received my vision at sixteen, I started to read auras, detecting positive and negative energy in anyone I came across. As the years went on, that power grew to the point that I could even see other people's past-lives if they had them or decipher intent at a mere glance. The first time I saw you and your brother, I could tell you were not from this universe and that the spirits had sent you here with a specific goal. Your redemption."

I hung my head thoughtfully.

"If you have the powers you claim, then what are you able to tell about Unalaq?" I asked.

"There is a force negating my ability to read him successfully. The force could be either good or bad, but it is so strong that I was only able to determine that he really does intend to unite the humans with the spirits."

"I don't trust him. Everything about him radiates evil."

"Are you certain of that?"

"Yes. He reminds me far too much of myself from my original life."

"Ah, yes, when you were passing under the alias of Amon and attempting to rid the world of Bending." He gave me a scrutinizing look. "I trust you no longer hold those sympathies?"

"Of course not!"

He started to chuckle at the expression on my face.

"Yes, I'm well aware, actually. If I suspected for a moment that you or your brother would do anything to harm either Avatar Korra or anyone else, I would have outed you years ago. As it is, you have yet to answer my original question. Will you become my apprentice?"

I had, of course, answered that, yes, I would train under him to become the next Shaman. It was never something I had ever considered doing, not even in my wildest dreams, but it felt strangely right. The more I thought, the more I realized that I had an ability that could be used for great good as well as great evil. Bloodbending could change from being my curse into being a life-saving asset. If I used Bloodbending for Healing, I could do unbelievable things; I could use it to restart hearts that have stopped beating or repair internal injuries without surgery. I can't believe I never thought of that before, and yet it was such an obvious thing.

A smile graced my lips as I descended into a much more peaceful slumber.

Tarrlok's POV:

Things were not improving. If anything they just got worse. The Northern troops shut down the Southern port, meaning that no one could go in or out of the tribe. Then, the troops barred anyone from assembling at the tribe's meeting hall, including the Council of Elders. Chief Kaliska was furious and she and a group of warriors attempted to gain admittance to the Northern embassy to have a few choice words with Unalaq, all of which were to no avail. The growing tension was sure to escalate and would undoubtedly result in war, a war that the South would not survive due to sheer numbers. That was why, in a bid for peace, Tonraq and Senna opened their home to the unsettled clan leaders.

Korra, Noatak, and I all sat by Tonraq and Senna as the meeting began. Chief Kaliska and Ciqala sat at the head of the group, the former scowling relentlessly.

"Thank you for coming, everyone," said Tonraq. "I know these last few days have been very troubling."

"Troubling," came an agitated exclamation. We all looked up to see the well-known businessman, Varrick, standing at the back of the room. "Troubling is when I get that itchy rash that won't go away and Zhu Li's not around to scratch it!" Did he seriously just say that? "This is shocking! Nay, sickening! But these kale cookies, opposite. Remind me to get the recipe later," he added to his assistant.

"What's your point, Varrick?" said Tonraq, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"My point is, Unalaq's already closed our harbor and barred our Council from assembling at the meeting hall, how long before he starts telling us what kind of cookies we can eat?!" He said the last part while simultaneously filling a plate with more of the kale cookies that Senna had made for the gathering.

"Probably a couple of days," his assistant, Zhu Li, replied.

"That was a rhetorical question, Zhu Li, you've gotta keep up!"

"I have to agree with Varrick," said another familiar voice. It was Honovi, Shaman Guyapi's wife and Lomasi's mother. "Not about the cookies thing, but about Unalaq. If that bay doesn't reopen, I could miss an important meeting with my company's heads in the Fire Nation. I could lose my job!"

"Not to mention I've got a cargo ship full of halibut that's rotting, thanks to this harbor lockdown," Varrick continued. "Who wants to buy a ship full of stinking fish?! Seriously, it's not rhetorical, I need sell these fish."

"Chief Unalaq said he's here to help the South," Korra spoke up. "He wants to show us how to restore balance with the spirits so they'll stop attacking."

"The only spirit I'm interested in restoring is our spirit of independence! Am I right, people?!" Varrick's statement earned loud applause from the clan leaders.

Korra was clearly about to speak up in defense of her uncle, but one of the clan leaders stood up to say his part. I recognized him as Elder Siluk, one of the oldest members of the tribe apart from Master Katara.

"I wish to speak," he said. "My brothers and sisters, this is not the first time an outside force has threatened us. Our tribe had to suffer near-total annihilation during the Hundred Years War and much of our original culture has never been restored, even if we have rebuilt. I was only a boy when my father and my uncle were killed while fighting alongside the other warriors and I do not wish to lose any more of my kin. What Chief Unalaq has done is an outrageous crime and we should not allow him and his troops to take away our rights, but we must remember that we are also few against many. Our people number in the thousands, theirs number in the hundreds of thousands. We are no match…"

"That doesn't matter," said Chief Kaliska. "My father was just one of a small group who took down an entire nation. Have we forgotten that it is not the size of the army but the strength of the warriors that matters most? I don't want war any more than you do, Elder Siluk, but we must also remember that our people have faced greater threats in the past. The Northerners started this, Unalaq started this, and now it is up to us to end this before it has the chance to get worse than it already is."

More cheers reverberated through the room. Korra looked very uncertain, Tonraq must have noticed it too because he turned to her.

"Maybe you could speak with your uncle," he said to her. "Tell him how frustrated we all are. He'll listen to what the Avatar has to say."

Korra gave an annoyed huff before marching out of the house. Noatak stood up and followed her outside. However, the issue was not dropped.

"It's time those Northerners learned why you shouldn't mess with the Southern Water Tribe," Chief Kaliska continued. "As chief, I invoke the Order of Coahoma. All those who stand against this oppression shall make the Red Panther's paw print on their doors and will offer neither food nor refuge nor aid of any kind to a member of the Northern army. You shall not have dealings with them except those of defense. Henceforth, any Northern attack on a Southerner will be seen as an act of war and will be treated as such."

"Kaliska, don't you think you're going too far?" Senna said anxiously.

"No, I'm keeping my promise to Dad. I am keeping our tribe safe from people like Unalaq."

"You forget, Chief Kaliska, that there are those of Northern descent in this very room," said Elder Taktuq with a slight glance at Tonraq. "How do we know that no one will betray us?"

"The Northerners who live here are Southerners by their initiation rites. No one can claim they are our tribesmen unless they are part of our clans, something for which we have documented proof. Those men and women are as much Southerners as you or I. All those in favor of my motion for the Order of Coahoma?"

There was near unanimous assent.

"Then it is settled. As of this moment, we are in Cold Warfare."

As the group dispersed, I noticed Lomasi waiting for me by the door. I followed her outside into the late afternoon chill as we both allowed the implications of what just happened to sink in.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it?" I said. "Feels like I just got out of a war and now I'm back in one."

"Yes, I think I understand what you mean," she replied with a thoughtful expression. "I don't like how this is going, though. When we Southerners are backed into a corner, we fight back and we fight fiercely."

"Yeah, I can see that. I heard that when the Fire Nation raided the South, the Waterbenders and warriors were so determined to defend that they fought down to the last man."

"Woman, actually. The last Waterbender to go down was a woman."

As we walked on, I could see people already painting the blood-red symbol of the paw print on their doors.

"Can we talk about something that doesn't have to do with war?" I asked. "I'd prefer if we stay on a more positive train of thought."

She gave me a warm smile.

"Alright, then. What if we-"

"Tarro!" came an elated shout. I turned just in time to see Bolin approaching us, looking rather worse for wear. "Thank goodness I found you. Quick, I need a place to hide from Eska."

"We could go to my house," Lomasi offered. "It's close by and I don't think your girlfriend knows about it."

"Thank you!"

Korra's POV:

Noak and I didn't talk much as we made our way towards the Northern embassy. Neither of us really knew what to say.

"Do you think he'll listen?" I asked.

"I hope so," Noak replied. "He really does have some respect for you. I could sense that much. I would just be careful about trusting him. Try not to let his flattery get to you, that's one of the key ways that men like him are able to manipulate people."

"Really?"

"Does the name 'Tarrlok' ring any bells?"

"Oh, right. But…he's not like that anymore."

"Maybe not, but the fact remains he has used that to get what he wanted in the past."

"I promise I won't let Unalaq sway me to his side through flattery. You know I'm not that gullible."

"I don't think you're gullible at all. I think you are a very strong, intelligent woman who underrates herself too much."

"That's not an attempt at flattery, is it?" I asked with a smile, causing him to smile back.

"To anyone else but you it would be."

We found Chief Unalaq in what looked like a surrogate throne-room. He seemed to be in quiet contemplation, alone in the darkness which lent a very eerie quality to his appearance.

"Our next training session isn't until tomorrow," he said suddenly, startling me.

"Sorry to interrupt," I replied. "It's about our conversation earlier."

"Yes?"

"I understand why you brought your troops here, but…I'm afraid it's sending the wrong message."

"Your father has been talking to you." Unalaq sounded somewhat angry when he said that, as if the thought of my dad speaking to me was a personal insult.

"And why shouldn't she?" Noak spoke up. "Her father is an intelligent man who has a great deal of respect from the Southerners. Something which he earned." The underlying insult was very clear. Noak was insinuating that the only reason why anyone respected Unalaq was because he had simply been there to inherit a title after my father's banishment.

"I simply meant that my brother has a tendency to…misunderstand my actions," Unalaq replied coldly, glaring at Noak.

"Well, it's not just him," I said. "The rest of the Southern Tribe sees the arrival of the troops as an act of war. There was a meeting at my parents' house-"

"Because someone ordered the meeting hall closed," Noak interrupted. I felt a little irked that he had cut me off, but I didn't think it was worth getting upset over. "Do you have an explanation for that, Chief Unalaq?"

Unalaq did not look pleased and I could feel the tension growing.

"Noak, do you think you could wait outside for a moment?" I said.

"What? But I-"

"Please."

I gave him an apologetic glance and he nodded. As he turned to leave he shot a warning glare at my uncle. I hated having to tell him to go, but I was worried that he was only making the situation worse; I supposed it was that side of him that wanted to speak out against injustice which, though noble, could sometimes go too far. Inwardly I agreed with him, but I wasn't about to jeopardize my chance to help my tribe by talking things out with Unalaq.

"The Southerners don't want a war," I continued. "But, there will be repercussions if something isn't done. The people at the meeting were very angry with what's been happening and I'm certain the sympathies extend beyond that group. It's possible that violence may even break out."

"That cannot happen," Unalaq replied firmly. "If the Water Tribes were at war, the other nations would take sides. The Dark spirits would thrive on this negative energy, and the world would be thrown into a battle between spirits and man. It would be catastrophic."

"How do we stop it?"

"We? No, Korra, this is a war only the Avatar can prevent."

This was sounding worse by the second. He brings his troops in and shuts down our harbor, and now he expects me to stop a war? There was something very wrong about this.

"I'm usually the one starting fights," I said. "I don't know how to stop them from happening."

"As the Avatar, you must remain neutral in this conflict. You will naturally want to help your people, but showing favoritism will not help our tribes find unity."

That was when I knew there was something going on. No Avatar, ever, has remained neutral in a conflict. I wasn't sure how I knew, I suppose it was just more of those past-life memories coming through, but all Avatars have picked sides in the past. The only times the Avatar has ever stayed neutral was in diplomatic negotiations, when who was right and who was wrong became clear. Avatar Aang certainly wasn't neutral when he took down Fire Lord Ozai, and I didn't even need wisdom from the past Avatars to know that.

"Maybe Tenzin was right," I thought aloud. "Maybe I'm not ready to be the Avatar."

"Tenzin lacks faith in you, but I have no doubt you will become the most admired Avatar the world has ever known."

"Thank you, Uncle," I said smiling. I turned to leave and my smile fell. Noak was right, he can't be trusted. If war breaks out, I know what side to be on.

I met Noak outside the embassy with Naga and we headed back into town. He asked what Unalaq and I had said and I told him everything, including my distrust of the man. Noak encouraged me to stay loyal first and foremost to the South as they were the ones being, essentially, invaded by the Northerners. I knew it must have been a hard thing for him to support as he himself was originally from the North. My attempt at peacemaking was put to the test about five minutes later.

A group of Northern troops and Southern civilians had gotten into a dispute and both sides seemed ready to attack. Noak and I rode in between them on Naga and I ordered them to stop.

"Tell these thugs to go back to the North," one of the Southerners said. "They're not welcome here anymore!"

"These Southerners need to stay in line," one of the Northern troops shouted back.

"Everyone, calm down!" I ordered. "We don't want any bloodshed here." First I looked at the Northern troops. "You are in our tribe and need to be more respectful," I said in a low voice. "You do not have the authority to speak to or treat us like that." Then I turned to the Southerners. "Violence won't get you anywhere. I am just as upset about this as you are, but we can't risk war. I suggest you all," I threw a look back at the Northerners, "all of you, walk away."

The Northerners and Southerners both glared at each other, but released the water they had been Bending in their preparation for a fight. I couldn't believe I actually stopped something bad from happening.

"They're not even worth our time," the Southern man from before said as he and his friends began to leave.

"Yeah, you better keep walking, you cowards," said the Northern soldier.

I shot the man a warning glare.

"You are officially on a warning, buddy," I snapped. "Don't give me a reason to join them next time you cause trouble."

As I steered Naga away, I noticed my dad standing in front of me. I was actually quite surprised to see him looking at me with pride; I thought he'd be disappointed that I hadn't immediately leapt in to the defense of the Southerners.

"You handled that very well, Korra," he said.

My dad just kept smiling proudly at me and it made me feel like I wasn't such a screw-up Avatar as I thought. Sure, I knew that Noak and Tarro both said they believed in me, but part of me always wondered if they just said that out of guilt for their older-selves' actions. But my dad, he almost never tries to sugar-coat the truth; if he seemed proud of me, then it was certain that he was and that was better than anything Unalaq had to say.

I gave a small smile back at my dad and motioned for Naga to keep moving. As Noak and I continued on our way, he turned to me.

"You really did handle that well," Noak said. "Probably better than I would have if I was still…you know."

I nodded, understanding that he was referring to his own experiences with war and oppression of the innocent.

"We should find something to take our minds off all this conflict," he continued. "How about we go out with the others? We haven't spent much time with them since we got back."

"Good idea," I said.

Tarrlok's POV:

Lomasi's family did not live in an igloo, her mother earned enough money so that they were able to afford an upscale townhouse in the main part of the city. However, even though the family was well-to-do, they decorated their home in a very traditional style with pelts, old Water Tribe artifacts, and various symbols of their clan, the Turtle-Seal Clan. Neither Guyapi nor Honovi spent much time at the house, though, as they were constantly busy with their occupations, leaving Lomasi alone with only her grandmother, Higalik, to keep an eye on her.

"You kids have fun," the old woman said as she left us in the living room.

"Thanks, Grandma," Lomasi called after her. "Anyone want some tea?"

"No thanks, I'm good," Bolin replied as he stared nervously out the window.

"What's with you?" I asked. "You've been as jumpy as a hog-monkey."

"Like I told you guys, I'm running from Eska. This morning, she had me lead her and her brother around town in a rickshaw. I've still got a kink in my back! Then she made me laugh at jokes that weren't funny and told me that I was going to move up North to be with her so that, as she put it, 'we will live out our days in icy bliss.' I can't imagine what kind of sick person would want to live like that."

Lomasi and I just stared at him until he realized what he'd just said.

"Not that there's anything wrong with people who like living in ice and snow 24/7," he said defensively. "It's just…I'm a Republic City boy, through and through. I can't last in a place where it's cold and snowy all the time. Any ideas about what I should do?"

"Just tell her the truth," said Lomasi. "Women appreciate honesty."

"But don't be too blunt or she'll think you're an insensitive jerk and go ballistic," I added.

"Be polite and sincere; reassure her that you don't want to hurt her feelings but you aren't sure the relationship is going the way you had hoped," Lomasi continued.

"But don't be too vague about it or she will misread your signals and interpret it as wanting to be closer than you were before."

"Try to divert the loss of a romantic relationship into a hope for potential friendship."

"Of course, you'll probably never be able to go out with anyone again if you two stay friends as she will likely threaten either you or your potential future date."

"Be a gentleman and keep a calm attitude throughout the entire process."

"And, if that fails and she still gets angry, run. Run as fast and as far as you can."

Lomasi seemed to have had enough of my comments because she turned to glare at me.

"You know, you're really not helping," she said.

"Says you; you're only thinking about the situation how you see it from a female perspective. I'm telling him how it's going to be from where he's standing. Guys see breakups in a very different way than girls, Lomasi. We can't always be 'kind, considerate, and understanding' at times like these. Sometimes breaking up is so terrifying for us because we have no idea how the girl will react. Okay sure, normal, sweet, rational girls like you are able to take break-ups in that kind of way; but, come on, we're talking about Eska here."

"You think I'm normal?" she said in a flattered tone, but I continued regardless.

"If I had to bet, I doubt very much that she'll take this well." I turned to Bolin and put a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Bolin, this is my advice: run, hide, and do not ever let her find you. My work here is done."

Just then, the door opened and my brother and Korra entered.

"Hey, guys," Korra greeted. "We were wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner."

"Asami and Mako already agreed," said Noatak. "Are you all in?"

"Sure," I said. "It's about time we had some fun."

Noatak's POV:

It seems the concept of 'fun' must be very subjective if its definition involves Eska and Desna somehow getting invited to join us. I had quietly asked Bolin what they were doing here, and his answer was that it was either invite them or suffer whatever punishment Eska might inflict on him for saying 'no.' I truly pitied the boy, he clearly had no idea how to stand up for himself.

"Ha, ha, isn't this fun, huh?" Bolin said nervously. "We never get to spend enough time together, ya know. So fun…"

Lomasi answered for all of us by dropping her face onto the table and burying it behind her arms. I exchanged a look with Korra; this was certainly not how I had hoped for us to spend the evening.

"Excuse us while we retrieve more sustenance," Eska said. She and Desna both rose simultaneously and left.

"Yeah, real fun we're having here," Tarrlok said dryly.

"You guys gotta save me," Bolin pleaded quietly.

"I thought you were breaking up with her," Mako said. "Just do it and get it over with."

"Did you follow any of the advice we gave you?" Lomasi said, suddenly looking up.

"I tried," Bolin continued. "But any time I bring up the subject, she threatens to freeze me in a block of ice and feed me to dolphin-piranhas."

"Yep, that sounds like Eska," Tarrlok said.

"Why didn't you warn me your cousin had the power to reach into my heart and crush my soul with her bare hands?" Bolin said to Korra.

"Uh, 'cause I thought it was pretty obvious?" Korra replied.

"No, no, not to me it wasn't." Bolin was now sounding frantic. "I'm very bad at reading people; you should know that by now." He was now grasping his head in despair. "Oh, man. I could've tried flirting with anyone else, even one of your Earth Kingdom cousins; but no, I had to choose the psychopath."

"You'd probably run into a similar problem with Hachi and Adsila. Not the psychopath part, but…no, actually, they're really nice and wouldn't have had any problem with you."

"Not comforting, Korra. Not comforting."

"What's up, people?" came another voice. It was Adsila, closely followed by Hachi.

"Hey, guys," Korra greeted. "We were just…"

"We heard," Hachi said softly. Truth be told, Hachi was a little bit like the twins, except that it was more on the grounds that she was so quiet and seemed to have little interest in anything…well, except for her books. "Your friend was bemoaning the fact that he entered into a relationship with Eska rather than either me or my sister." We all stared at her for a moment and I could sense that she was unnerved by it. "I'm sorry. I'll just be quiet."

"Mind if we join you?" Adsila asked, already pulling up a chair.

"Go ahead," I told her.

"Things really are looking bad, eh? Whole tribe's gone into cold warfare."

"Wait, what?" said Korra.

"Didn't you hear? Aunt Kaliska declared a state of Cold War. People have been putting up the mark of the Red Panther all day."

"They must have made the decision after we left," I said. "This is very bad. Unalaq already violated the Peace Ceremony. By Southern Water Tribe law, Kaliska can order his execution."

"But the South outlawed the death penalty years ago," said Asami. "Chief Kaliska couldn't do that legally."

"Ha! Do you really think she needs to do it herself?" said Adsila. "Aunt Kali just has to say she wants Unalaq gone and there will be a host of Southerners ready to do the job; and willing to go to jail for it."

"We have returned," came the dry monotone of Desna as he and Eska reappeared and took their seats. We all acted as though we hadn't just been discussing the possibility of their father getting murdered.

"Boyfriend, recount what we were not present for," Eska ordered.

"Uhhh…"

I would certainly hate being in Bolin's place.

Tarrlok's POV:

After the very awkward dinner finally concluded, Lomasi asked if I could walk her home. I was feeling very uncomfortable about how close she stood to me as we walked; it was almost like she was expecting me to do something but I had no clue what it was.

"It's very nice out tonight, isn't it?" she said.

"Um, I suppose."

"Pssst," came a voice from around a nearby corner. "Tarro, Lomasi, over here." I recognized the voice.

"Ciqala?" I said. "What are you doing here? Hiding from Liluye and Shada again?"

"No," he replied. "Well, actually, yes, but that's beside the point. How would you two like to get in on something to help our tribe?"

"What?"

"Come with me." He motioned for us to follow. "This isn't a discussion for the open."

Lomasi and I exchanged a look before following, wondering what on earth he could be talking about.

Redbayly: Well, I think I got through that nicely.

Sokka: What the Naraka, woman?! Why'd you cut it off there?!

Redbayly: Suspense, duh!

Sokka: But I wanna see what my grandson's planning to do to stop those awful Northies.

Redbayly: Weren't you in love with a 'Northie' at one point?

Sokka: Those lunatics can't hold a candle to Yue! She's probably furious with what her people are doing.

Yue: You bet your boomerang I am.

Sokka: Yue! *Hugs her*

Yue: Nice to see you, too, Sokka. As I was saying, I certainly didn't sacrifice myself to save people who do to others what the Fire Nation tried to do to us. My father is turning in his grave.

Redbayly: I'm sure he would be very upset.

Yue: Hm? No, I mean he is, literally, turning in his grave. It's dance night in the Realm of the Dead.

Redbayly: Yeah…..Anyway, here are some omakes I wrote.

Omake: (Avatar Migisi was a lot like Korra, in more ways than one)

The two men watched as Avatar Migisi once again sent blasts of fire at her sparring partner.

"Brother," said the younger man, "do you really think it's wise idea to let your daughter run rampant like that?"

"Oh, brother, I don't think it's wise to do anything," the other man replied. "I mean, here we are alive and well today when in a few thousand years we could be reincarnated as two feuding brothers with you as an evil megalomaniac intent on releasing the ultimate embodiment of chaos and attempting to kill me."

The younger brother stared.

"Why that's absurd. Oh, by the way, dear brother, I was just in the kitchen and I made you this delicious sandwich." He presented a sandwich that was clearly rigged up with explosives.

Omake: (slight change to the Peace Ceremony scene in which Kaliska shows she really is Sokka's daughter)

"Okay, anything to add before we start this ceremony?" Kaliska asked.

One of the old men of the Council raised his hand.

"May I be excused for a moment?" he asked.

"Why?"

"I gotta go. You know, go."

"No! We are about to start an important ritual. And that means no potty breaks!"

"But I really gotta go."

Kaliska gave an annoyed sigh.

"Okay, fine. Who else has to go?"

Every one of the elders raised his or her hand, causing Kaliska to slap her own hand against her forehead.

Omake: (the awkwardness of Suki and Sokka's married life)

Suki was in the middle of doing the laundry when her son entered carrying a bundle of sheets in his arms.

"Those your sheets, honey?" she asked.

Paytah nodded.

"Was it the dream about the clowns again?"

He nodded a second time before dropping the sheets into the hamper. Suki sighed and pulled out the jumbo-sized bottle of cleaning detergent. At that moment, her husband entered the room; he too was carrying a bundle of sheets.

"Those your sheets?"

Sokka nodded.

"Was it the dream about the Moon Spirit again?"

He nodded again. Suki gave another sigh before putting away the jumbo-sized bottle and reaching down to get the mega-jumbo-sized bottle of cleaning detergent.

Also, in case you are wondering about some of the names I have given to OCs, here are the translations to most of them according to the websites I found the names on:

Korra's family:

Kaliska-Miwok, "coyote chasing deer"

Ciqala-Dakota, "little one"

Ahote-Hopi, "restless one"

Paytah-Sioux, "fire"

Adsila-Cherokee, "blossom"

Hachi-Seminole, "stream"

Hien-Vietnamese, "meek, gentle"

Kohana-Sioux, "swift"

Additional Characters:

Ituha-unknown Native American (NA), "sturdy oak, white stone"

Lenmana-Hopi, "flute girl"

Guyapi-unknown NA, "frank, candid"

Lomasi-unknown NA, "pretty flower"

Honovi-Hopi, "strong, strong deer"

Hakan-unknown NA, "fire"

Len-Hopi, "flute"

Liluye-Miwok, "singing chicken hawk that soars"

Shada-unknown NA, "pelican"

Flo-unknown NA, "arrow"

Hakidonmuya-Hopi, "time of waiting moon"

Hei An-Chinese, "darkness" (or something like darkness)

Kenda-Dakota, "magical powers"

Akando-unknown NA, "ambush"

Luyo-unknown NA, "wild dove"

Mothers of Waterbending:

Doli-Navajo, "bluebird"

Ama-Cherokee, "water"

Migina-Omaha, "returning moon"

Sacred Seven:

Huata-Miwok, "carrying seeds in basket" and Moquelumnan, "Basket Carrier"

Ahanu-Algonquin, "he laughs"

Kachina-Hopi, "spirit, sacred dancer"

Migisi-Chippewa, "eagle"

Gaagii-Navajo, "raven"

Chilaili-unknown NA, "snowbird"

Ehane-Cheyenne, "our father"

Seven Children of Avatar Setna:

Catori-Hopi, "spirit" (name is actually feminine)

Ahyoka-Cherokee, "she brought happiness"

Chenoa-unknown NA, "dove"

Donoma-Omaha, "sight of sun, visible sun"

Bidziil-Navajo, "he is strong"

Hania-Hopi, "spirit warrior"

Mapiya-Sioux, "sky, heaven"

Great Guardians:

Coahoma-Choctaw, "Red Panther"

Kangee-Sioux, "crow, raven"

Bilagaana-Navajo, "white person"

Setna (also spelled "Sedna")-Inuit, goddess of the sea and marine animals (also the name of a male character in ancient Egyptian literature, a son of Ramesses the Great who was a skilled magician)

Awonawilona-Zuni, (name of the androgynous creator deity)