After giving his warnings not to let this fame go to his head, Ayaan left to prepare to leave the island once they've rested a bit more. Aang was the Avatar and they were his closest companions, once the Fire Nation got wind of that news, which Ayaan knew wasn't too far away, they would be at the top of their wanted list.

Aang needed to get to the North Pole, and he needed to get there as quickly as possible. Ayaan went to meet with Oyaji, the leader of the village, once again. He had a few more things to ask him that he wasn't able to ask before. It didn't take long for the 17 year old to find his home, getting the usual stares, some squeals, and that same strange dude foaming at the mouth when he looked his way.

'So strange...'

"Is he going to be okay...?" Ayaan found himself asking, earning more squeals. He raised his eyebrow at the response, but someone did answer him through all of that.

"He'llbefinehedoesthisallthetimeitwassonicemeetingyouimightloveyoubyeee!" Was the word vomit he got.

The person picked up the foaming man and ran. She had an expression on her face that resembled an apple in redness. Why was everyone red whenever they saw him? Were they sick? Why did they run? He wasn't going to hurt them, he was just asking a question.

'Strange. Just strange.'

Ayaan decided to just return to his objective. He knocked on the door, was invited in, and sat in the guest room of Oyaji's simple, but comfortable home. As soon as the man saw Ayaan in his doorway his face lit up. "Ayaan! It is very good to speak with you again! Come in, come in!" He said joyfully, his previous doubts and wariness of the teen nowhere to be found.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Oyaji offered graciously.

"No thank you, sir." Ayaan declined politely. "I've just been wondering about a few things which I believe you can help me with."

"Oh of course, my boy. Ask away." Oyaji said, patiently waiting for Ayaan to continue.

Ayaan and Oyaji, as you've read, were on very friendly terms after the misunderstanding was cleared. The old man found that Ayaan was the easiest to speak to of the group, and the most mature when it came to certain things. In a sense, he was the leader, or at least a young one on his way to greatness. Ayaan was a polite and well mannered young warrior when he wasn't being threatened to be thrown to the Unagi.

...Oyaji apologized for that once again, it was not one of Kyoshi Island's best moments.

The boy stated, after their friendly ties were established, that they were on their way to the North Pole. While Oyaji himself did not know a sure route there, he did know his way around the Earth Kingdom that was his home. He was able to get him a more detailed map of the area, as well as routes that their traders use to get to certain places free of the Fire Nation.

Ayaan was very pleased with this. With this information, they would have much safer travels than before. Knowing the general direction of the North Pole thanks to common sense and Aang's century old map, when he added Oyaji's information he managed to plan a more detailed route to the North Pole.

With this, he would be able to keep his family, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Appa, and Momo, safer than before. He was very grateful to Oyaji. All ill feelings he may have had towards the man vanished. The man even gave them a temporary place to stay, food, and more supplies.

"It's about this." He reached into his pack, pulling out his tribe's currency. He handed it to the village leader, who examined it closely as he waited for the boy to explain.

"This is my home's currency, but I noticed while visiting the market that those in the Earth Kingdom use something different. Would my currency be still viable here?"

"Hmm." Oyaji thought for a bit, before shaking his head. "While there are places that do accept many different forms of currency, the Earth Kingdom is a bit stricter than most. While I believe your tribe's money can translate into money here, it would not be worth much. I apologize."

"I see..." Ayaan nodded, having a feeling that would be the answer. They had met others and bought some things, but the closer they got to the Earth Kingdom, the more they would be met with shocked expressions about using their money. So Ayaan had a feeling that when they finally passed through there on their way to the North Pole, their money would be completely useless.

Seeing the young man thinking so hard across from him, Oyaji found himself smiling. This young man as always worrying over his group's well being. The Avatar had found himself great companions. They would have a hard road ahead of them, but their presence brought the old man hope.

Maybe one day, this island didn't have to be so wary of travelers and war? Maybe one day he'd be able to invite people to his beautiful home without fear of them burning it down? If he could help make that a reality, even if not in his lifetime, he would do all he can. It was then he got an idea, and a smile came to his face. "Give me a moment, I will be right back."

"Oh? Sure." Ayaan nodded, and waited patiently. The old man got up from his seat, going to the back of his house. Not long after, he returned, but not without a heavy sack within his hands. It was filled to the brim with Earth Kingdom coins, a portion of his personal funds.

And Oyaji handed the bag to Ayaan without a moment of hesitation.

"H-huh?" Ayaan felt the weight of the bag in his hands. He could hear the jingle of the money. The moment he realized what just happened he immediately tried to return it. "N-no. Mr. Oyaji, I can't accept this!"

The boy was flustered. "This is your money and-"

But Oyaji stopped him.

"Please, you'll be doing me a favor by taking it." Oyaji waved off Ayaan's concerns good-naturedly as he gently pushed the bag back into Ayaan's hands.

"But-"

"It's just a bit of pocket change I had lying around. There is no need to worry yourself, my boy." He laughed, but Ayaan could only sweat drop more.

'I'm pretty sure there is a miniature fortune in this satchel... And he's calling it pocket change?'

Oyaji saw the conflicted look on Ayaan's face and couldn't help but chuckle when the boy finally accepted the satchel of coins. He was such an honest fellow, a rare sight. Seeing his discomfort in taking the money, the old man began to speak again. "I saw that on the Avatar's mystical beast there were many filled bags. Do you hunt often?"

At this, Ayaan perked up a bit. "Yes, I do." He liked hunting, and when he wasn't hunting, he liked tracking. Practicing his skills for when he returned to hunting, aside from training with his spear and siblings or spoiling Appa and Momo, was a comfortable past time for him.

"Why not sell a bit of your extra wares? I'm sure they would sell for a good price at the market. I could give you my recommendations of where to sell them as well, if you want." Oyaji offered, noticing the boy's eyes light up at the idea.

"Yes, sir. That would be very helpful. Thank you." Ayaan said gratefully.

Oyaji could only smile warmly at the kind boy. It was no secret why this child was the most popular aside from the Avatar in his group. One doesn't see this politeness often, especially from a warrior such as Ayaan. The boy was a rare sight, and that was not including his hair, which he told them he was born with. His people were the most active he'd ever seen them be, and it made him want to shake his head.

'Dear spirits...'

He was not blind or dumb to the acts of his people. Even now, he could see the heads of some of this boy's fans trying to get a peek at him from his window. Ayaan would look in their direction, and they would run away squealing like school girls.

This included the men.

Oyaji shook his head, but that was not the only thing making him sweat-drop.

It was also Ayaan's response to those instances.

Ayaan would only raise an eyebrow at their antics, clearly not understanding anything at all. He would then ignore it, going back to what he was doing before. At one point, he'd even asked the old man if the person they'd just seen was sick because they were red in the face, and he did so with the honest expression of someone who found it strange!

Oyaji could only shake his head more.

'Dear, dear spirits'

"N-no, my boy. They weren't sick. They were just excited, is all."

"Excited? Why?"

Oyaji shook his head again. "I'm sure it's nothing important. Why not ask them and have them tell you?" He suggested. He hoped that maybe he would get a confession or two and catch the hints they were obviously dropping.

The answer to his suggestion was also not something he expected.

"I did, but they did not respond in a way I could understand." Ayaan sighed. "Either that, or they just run away from me." He thought for a moment. "Am I scary? I'm taller than most, a bit bulkier, and I was angry during out first meeting... Did I scare them then and that's why they run away from me? If so, I must apologize."

'Oh dear spirits help me. Protect this honest child.'

Oyaji was just flabbergasted at the degree of denseness from this boy. No, was it denseness or purity? Did he really not know of his own power? Oyaji thought he was a quite the looker in his prime, but he couldn't hold a candle to this youth!

Spirits forbid he ever remove his shirt for any reason, the old man didn't think he'd be able to save this honest child from the mob of hormones he'd attract as a result.

"No, Ayaan. They aren't afraid of you. They love you." He did not clarify that as the very literal sense of romantic love. "They just show it in... an odd way towards you?"

Oyaji couldn't explain it, even though he wanted to. He felt like he'd ruin the boy if he did. He didn't understand why, but he felt that way, so he said nothing more.

"Oh? Okay. I'm glad they are not afraid of me." Ayaan had a small smile on his face, and it was like lightning struck the ground. Or, maybe that was the sound of the mob of people collapsing in unison outside his window.

'Protect him, please.'

Oyaji could only pretend he heard nothing.

...

..

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After leaving Oyaji's place and putting his new savings away, Ayaan walked around the village. He had not been able to train since yesterday, and he was eager to make up for lost time. But, no where in the village had a satisfactory place he could train.

Since he was younger, he preferred wide open space so that he could freely move. Being new to this place, he did not know his way around, and he gave up asking any of the villagers for assistance. Eventually, he did manage to find a good spot.

Since it wasn't a proper time to train, he decided to simply do his warm-up. He would go through familiar movements with his spear until he was satisfied. He usually liked to do this very early in the morning right after he wakes up, but today he had a few things to take care of so it was held off until now.

He removed his parka as he always did, revealing his shirt beneath it. It was a navy blue, a continuous swirl pattern similar to a single wave threated into its gray trims. The sleeves were cut at the shoulder, replaced with a fur lining similar to the edge of his parka's hood. His right arm was covered with a bandage, the rest of the bandages hidden beneath the shirt, but the firm muscles were clear.

Ayaan trained for a very long time, since he was about 6 or 7. Maybe even younger. It was one of his favorite past times, and after the tragic raid, it became something like a lifeline to him. Concentrating on the execution of the different forms and movements took his mind off of his pain. It calmed him, and when he was finished, he felt proud of his achievement in keeping himself strong.

He did not want to overheat wearing his thick shirt. It was cool, but not cold. If he sweat too much, it would make him feel ill later. He did not want that. So, he carefully removed the shirt, the full bandages on display. They were like an extra layer of protection on his sensitive, burned skin. Beneath it was a layer of the cream he put on it once everyday to keep it healthy. The bandages, with the help of the cream, relieved it a bit.

They wrapped around his right arm up to his wrist. Going over his shoulder, they went across his chest and back towards the bottom left of his torso, the bottom half being wrapped around his stomach. It did not go all the way down as the scar was not that far, so it stopped about a quarter of the way from his waist.

Normally, he would remove the bandage and begin his warm-up, but he didn't want others to see his burn scar. He knew that people who weren't used to it would find it uncomfortable to see. They already stared at him when he walks by, he didn't want to add to that.

He didn't know that this was not why they were staring at him. Poor baby.

Ayaan decided to block them out. It was not the first time people have watched him, and most likely would not be the last. He stopped letting it make him uncomfortable years ago. Tuning out the world until it was simply him and his spear, he fell into his familiar stance and began his warm-up.

He did not notice nor care about the few people watching him slowly turning into a crowd.

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..

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Sokka had just been humiliated by the Kyoshi Warriors. He couldn't fathom how embarrassed he was at that very moment, but it was something that needed to be done. His sexist attitude needed a reality check, and Suki made sure he got it, thoroughly.

Now here he was, trying to reign in what little pride he had left. Sokka was a smart kid, so it didn't take him long to figure out where he went wrong in his thinking.

'I was being a complete jerk.'

Yes, that he was. Even Ayaan never faulted anyone based on their gender. He judged things based on one's ability to execute their skills in useful ways. He never told Katara she couldn't do something because she was female, neither he because he was male. Heck, he remembered when Ayaan asked to be taught to sew to try and help the village more, but his hands were so big he could never get it right.

Back then, Sokka thought it was because men weren't meant to be doing 'unmanly' things like that. But he was... wrong. He was wrong.

'My entire way of thinking was wrong.'

What did it mean to be a man? What did it mean to be a warrior? Now that he thought about it, really thought about it, he didn't know. As he was walking without much thought as to where he was heading, he found himself at their temporary housing. Katara was loading some of the supplies onto Appa's saddle, getting them ready for their eventual departure.

"Hey." He said, getting her attention.

"Hey." She replied. Sokka went and found a place to sit, not being his usual immature, sarcastic self. Katara, having known the boy her entire life, noticed her brother's odd mood immediately. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"...No?" Sokka hesitated. "Nothing happened. Nothing at all. Nope."

Katara noticed that, too. After piecing together how he left and how he returned, her confusion transformed into one of mocking triumph as she grinned, "Did you challenge those girls and lose?"

Sokka winced as she hit the nail on the head. It wouldn't help him to try and hide it, so with a sigh he admitted it. "...Yeah. I lost."

Now Katara widened her eyes for a different reason. Sokka would never admit to losing to a girl, ever. He was a sexist, immature, nut-brained jerk. He had way too much pride and sexism to admit defeat at the hands of a female. Or at least, he used to, until he was royally humbled.

"I'm sorry." He spoke up suddenly.

"Huh? Why are you apologizing to me?"

"I was a jerk to you before we got here." Sokka admitted, though it was still completely embarrassing to do so. "Just because you're a girl doesn't mean you can't do what a man could. I was wrong to think like that. So, I'm saying sorry."

If he still called himself a man and a warrior, he would be able to give a proper apology, at least once, to his only sister. He knew that this was not going to be the only apology he made today. Though he was not looking forward to it, he hardened his resolve to do so.

His thoughts may not be clear right now, but he knows that a warrior admits when they were wrong.

Ayaan taught him that by example.

Katara smiled. "I'll forgive you," and then her smile became a grin, "but that doesn't mean I won't rub this in for the next week."

"Ugh, Katara!" Sokka groaned in embarrassment. "We were having a bonding sibling moment, here!"

"This is also a sibling moment." Katara's mused, Sokka groaning again, but not without smiling, his mood lifted a bit. They continued back and forth with their banter, Katara telling him about Aang's fangirls.

It was Sokka's turn to grin. "Oh, so your jealous?"

"W-what?! No, I'm not." A small blush could be seen on her cheeks as she pouted and turned away from her brother. His grin only thickened at the action.

"Was that a stutter I heard?"

"Shut up!"

"Heh." And their sibling banter continued. But, he still had one more apology to make, and he wasn't sure how to go about it. He needed a bit of help. And he knew just who to go to for some advice.

"Hey, where's Ayaan?" He asked.

Katara put down her last basket, thinking for a moment before replying. "I saw people gravitated that way. Knowing our oblivious brother and his ability to attract attention, I have a feeling that should be where you look first." She answered, heading inside to relax.

Sokka shook his head because yes, he indeed knew his brother. Ayaan was many things, and oblivious of all things within a certain category was one of them. The 15 year old, with a sigh, made his way down the pathway in the direction his sister pointed out.

It didn't take him long to find Ayaan, and when he saw him he had the urge to facepalm. The universe just loved to make fun of his lack of manliness, didn't it? He could barely believe this nonsense scene before him.

Calmly, Sokka walked up to where the older boy was. "Ayaan Bro." He said, getting his attention.

Ayaan stopped his exercise, both hands still on his spear as he replied to his younger brother. "Yes?"

"What is this?" Sokka asked immediately.

"I'm just doing my warm-up." He said, looking at him with a bit of confusion. He did not notice anything that was currently happening around him. No, it was more that he didn't care for it in the slightest. He didn't mind people watching him, or, more accurately, he stopped letting it bother him and learned to completely ignore it.

Sokka was not like this, and he wasn't sure how to compute the amount of... whatever it was, happening in the distance. This entire scene was a mess. A complete mess.

Ayaan was shirtless, his upper body still visible through the bandages. Because he was practicing his weapon like always, sweat glistened on his bare body. His focused eyes gave off an air of intimidation to anyone that didn't know him thanks to his warrior visage.

Sokka did not let himself be jealous of those muscles. Nope, he wasn't jealous at all. When he grew up, he'd have his own to show off. He'd make sure of it. He'd work really hard. Now that Ayaan had begun training them, he hoped that dream would come sooner than later. He did not have the urge to go and inspect his arms for the secret to manliness again. Not at all.

...He was planning to do that later. He was certain he'd find it this time.

This time, surely some of that talent would rub off of him. His lame had spread too far and got him embarrassed today, he needed talent. ASAP.

But enough of that, he needed to understand what the heck was going on in front of him first.

In the distance was a horde of females, and even some males, swooning, drooling, squealing and cheering at Ayaan. There was even one guy passed out, foaming at the mouth. No one seemed to care about that though, as if it happened too often for them to be worried anymore.

And Ayaan was standing there, completely unbothered by it. Sokka was sure that he knew they were there, but he was so focused on training that he completely zone them out.

"No. Really. What is this?" Sokka gestured to the horde, who squealed even louder when Ayaan finally looked their way.

There were three that were particularly excited that he did. The triplets from before.

"He looked this way! Ichi, do you have it? Is the sketch ready?! The paint is ready to go!" The girl from before exclaimed, her curly, short twin tails mirroring her excitement as they bounced on her head. The eldest, now known as 'Ichi', responded with the same excitement.

"Already done, Nii!" Ah, so the sister's name is 'Nii'. Ichi had a thin charcoal pencil in his hand, drawing his mind's image of Ayaan on the paper with precise and masterful movements. He was the triplet with his curly brown hair tied up simply on his head, a few strands escaping.

"That intensity, the angle of the sun, that glisten-it's perfect! Every angle has been seared into my mind! Nii, ready the canvas! San, get ready!" He said

The more androgynous of the three, San, nodded his head. His curly hair was down, a bit longer than his brother and sister's. It went over his eyes slightly, but that did not impair his view. The moment Ichi moved away from the canvas and the sketch was ready, San was in his spot with the color his sister meticulously prepared. His special set of brushes were ready, and he got to work bringing the image on the page to life.

"Yes, it is coming together. It truly is him!" Ichi exclaimed dramatically.

"Our model!" Nii added, just as dramatically.

"Our muse." San also added, although a lot calmer than his older siblings. But one could still feel the passion behind it.

"Master Ayaan!" They all said dramatically, fully concentrating on the painting before them.

Sokka looked back at his brother. "What is this?"

"I really was only doing my warm-up. But, maybe I should leave?"

Sokka facepalmed. Hard. He needed to make a way for them to get out of there stealthily. Thinking back on what Katara had said, a planned quickly formed in his mind.

"Look! It's the Avatar!"

"What? Where!" The crowd quickly went into search mode, and Sokka used that opportunity to grab Ayaan and drag him away with speed and stealth. When they were finally far enough away, they stopped to breathe.

"Ayaan." Sokka said, his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. "No more training around lots of people."

"Okay." Ayaan said, agreeing with him. He wasn't sure why they were so riled up when all he did was look at them, but he decided not to worry about that as he clearly got a look at Sokka's mood. His big brother senses were tingling. "Is there something you needed to speak to me about, Sokka? You seem a bit down."

Sokka stood up, his face a careful blank.

He knew it was bad. He knew that Ayaan was blessed with great looks, a great body, and a great personality. He'd known this since forever. He knew his brother was oblivious to what those great gifts did for his popularity, and that this was the one thing that seemed to fly over his head.

Ayaan was so straightforward and oblivious he probably wouldn't even notice someone was flirting with him unless they outright said so! The thought infuriated Sokka to no end. How can you be blessed with such manliness and be so oblivious at the same time?!

'Damn you, you friggen dreamboat! Hogging all of the looks and talent! You and your great personality to match! Why?! Why is the universe so unfair?! Sharing is caring! Give me some, too!'

He was not jealous. Not even a small bit.

"I wanted some advice." Sokka finally said after a moment of silence. He told him what happened with the Kyoshi Warriors, every detail. Ayaan listened calmly and silently, waiting for him to finish.

"I always saw warriors as untouchable men skilled in weapons and combat, but here... that isn't a warrior. They are girls in dresses with fans. And those girls? Are some of the strongest people I've seen outside of you, dad, and the men of our tribe." Sokka admitted.

"And I insulted them by not seeing that." He said, his head lowered in shame. "I didn't see them as warriors simply because they were girls."

Sokka looked his brother in the eyes, nervous as to how he would respond. "How would I apologize for something like that to them?"

Ayaan looked at Sokka, who shrunk beneath his gaze. It was like he was looking through him. After what seemed like an eternity to Sokka, he finally heard his brother speak.

"Just apologize sincerely."

"Huh?"

"Come on." Ayaan turned him around, pushing him gently to get him to walk.

"B-but what do I say? Apologize and then say that I want to learn from them after doing something like that?" Sokka said, meaning to be sarcastic, but Ayaan just nodded.

"Yes. That's exactly what you say."

"What?!"

"Sokka." Ayaan turned him around, lowering himself so that he was on Sokka's eye level. "You've admitted that you were wrong, not to me, but to yourself. Owning up to one's own faults takes more strength than you are giving yourself credit for."

"Ayaan Bro..."

"You may not have the skills of a warrior," He pointed to Sokka's chest, "but you certainly have the heart of one. If these women are as great as you say, then they will see that too." Ayaan gave him a small smile, turning to walk with Sokka leading the way. "I'll be there with you as support."

Sokka couldn't help but smile, too, feeling reassured. "Thanks, bro." He heard Ayaan hum in response, and thinking about their whole exchange just made Sokka think.

'How can he be so wise when it comes to things like this, yet so dense when it comes to people's obvious love of him? I will never understand. But then again, I don't need to. I love him anyway.'

And so they made their way to the Kyoshi Warrior's training area.

"Go on, I'll be here." Ayaan said encouragingly to Sokka. The boy was nervous, but steeled himself as this was something he was determined to do. He made his way in.

"Uh... Hey, Suki." He said, getting their attention. They were clearly upset with his presence.

"Hoping for another dance lesson?" Suki repeated his words harshly, hostility clear in her tone.

Sokka didn't know what to do, internally, and most likely externally too, he was panicking. "No-I-Well, let me explain."

"Spit it out! What do you want?" She said irritably towards him. Sokka was a bit hurt by her hostility, and Ayaan was seconds from stepping in if she got any closer to him, but then Sokka slowly got on his knees and started again.

"I would be honored if you would teach me." He said, humble in both his demeanor and tone, completely different from how the warriors had seen him earlier.

"Even if I'm a girl?"

Sokka winced, averting his eyes from her. He had said that before. "I'm sorry I insulted you earlier. I was... wrong."

Suki could clearly see and hear his sincerity. It was obvious for the others in the room too. He was probably the first to ever openly and honestly apologize to them for insulting them. Knowing this, she answered. "We normally don't teach outsiders, let alone boys."

"Please make an exception." Sokka pleaded, bowing his head again. "I won't let you down."

"I can guarantee that he isn't lying." Ayaan spoke up from his place, alerting the warriors to his presence. They hadn't even realized he was there, watching the entire thing. He had since put his shirt back on, but not his parka, so the bandages on his right arm were on full display. Some of the warriors cast a curious glance at it, wondering if he was injured or not.

"I would not mind joining this training also. That is, if you do not mind it. Suki, wasn't it?"

"Yes, its Suki." She said, a bit flustered as she wasn't expecting him to speak to her. Any of them. At all. She though he hated them, but by his calm demeanor and clear lack of any type of hostility, she could tell that wasn't the case.

Ayaan simply didn't seek them out like Sokka had. He no longer had any ill will towards them, but that didn't mean he would just go up to them seeking friendship. But Katara said nothing but good things about them, and now Sokka wanted to learn from them, so here he was. His curiosity was peaked. He never missed an opportunity to learn something new when it came to training. Maybe their style can strengthen his own?

He could only know for sure by experiencing it.

Suki discreetly peeked towards the corner of the room. One of her sister warriors in particular seemed extremely nervous, her eyes were wide in shock as she gazed at the silver haired boy. She'd been trying to muster up the courage to talk to him, but every time she did, she got cold feet at the last moment and would return to the training hall. Now, she was staring at him.

Particularly, his very toned arms. Wow, he had broad shoulders. A strong neck. She could even see a sliver of his chest through the slight opening by the collar of his shirt. She could see that the scar they originally thought was just on his right cheek extended down his neck, being much bigger than they thought. But that took away nothing from his looks.

"Oh my goodness..." She decided to look somewhere else. Anywhere other than Ayaan. Pink was starting to show through the pale color of her make-up. The floor was suddenly the most interesting thing she had ever seen.

Suki shook her head in her mind. That girl, she's got it bad.

Suki returned her attention to the two boys in the front. One of them kneeling, the other standing within the frame of the door, waiting for her reply. "All right." She agreed to take them both. "But you have to follow all of our traditions."

"Alright." Ayaan said.

"Of course!" Sokka replied eagerly, happy that he was forgiven for his blunder. Ayaan was right, as usual.

But Suki had a bit of a wry smile on her face as she emphasized her point. "And I mean all of them."

What seemed like moments later, Sokka found himself in a dress, make-up and all, with his own pair of fans.

"Do I really have to wear this? It feels a little..." He lowers his arms in defeat, unable to find another word to describe it, "girly."

"It's a warrior's uniform, you should be proud." Suki said, pointing out the different details in the garb. "The silk threads symbolize the brave blood that flows through our veins. The gold insignia represents the honor of the warrior's heart."

"Bravery and Honor." Sokka felt immensely more comfortable with it hearing that.

"Hey Sokka!" A wild Aang suddenly appears and Sokka winces at his name being called. "Nice dress!"

Sokka deflates with embarrassment, while Suki's smile seemed to thicken. Ah, was this a sort of revenge?

"Where's Ayaan?"

"I'm here." The boy said, coming out from the changing room. "The upper part was a bit tight, but I'm surprised they had anything remotely close to my size at all."

"...You've got to be kidding me." Sokka said, staring at his brother with his mouth hitting the floor. Even Suki was shocked. The other girls in the room looking at him, and then at themselves, only for their gaze to return to him once more.

"...What? Did I put something on wrong?"

"...You've got to be kidding me." Sokka repeated again.

'HOW CAN HE STILL BE A FRIGGEN DREAM BOAT IN A DRESS?!'