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First chapter of the time skip.
Green rice, brown rice, black rice, red rice, all sitting in neat little piles. Boiled to toothy, fluffy, airy perfection. The plain salad plate crafted out of silver with a wooden base sparkled next to a bowl crafted of the same items. Miso soup with thick slabs of tofu floated in the salty broth. Wads of seaweed all the way from the south pole floated, waving invitingly among the thin shallots. The thick cabbage leaf's were bright with beads of water. The tomato's were harvested that very day from the gardens. A wedge of lemon sat nestled snugly between turnip slices. The rounds were so thin that they resembled wings. The lettuce was clipped to perfection and brought a nice hydrating tang to the dish.
But the true magnificent dish of the picnic was the cake. A triple layer banana and botan cream layer cake. Baked by the greatest chef alive. All the way from the far west. The cake sat in the sunlight. Light as a feather, airy as a sponge, with holes that actually rotated downwards into the center. The frosting was as thin as a fingernail. And took three days to prepare. And dripped down invitingly like a perfect bit of spit clinging to a lovers lips after a kiss.
This was easily one of the most delicious, refreshing, TASTY treats that had ever existed in the history of humanity. And it was baked only once every five years for the Reunion Celebration.
There sat two slices between the teacher and the pupil. The wind upon their small plateau spun some rare purple rose petals and fluttered it across the meal. Not a single petal dared drop onto the cake though. With a wave of his hand the bald older man pushed some more of the petals away from their meal.
He took a deep breath, through his elderly cavernous nose. His thick gray nose hairs and bright white mustache quivering in the breeze. He turned his head to the side and breathed in all the deeper. A content smile gracing his face.
He then took his chopsticks and along with his pupil ate a single, small, careful, miniscule piece of their green rice. The kind that exclusively grew on their mountain. It tasted of fall, of harvest, with a vague tang of the sea. The seventeen year old student copied his master. Rolling the grains over his tongue. Feeling every flavor. And then they commenced to chew. Slowly and carefully. Eyes half closed. Meditating upon the flavor, the consistency, the clack of teeth against each other, the spit in their mouths, the sun on their shoulders.
The scent of the cake tickled the younger man's nostrils. His stomach grumbled in complaint. After all, why should he wait for that cake? It was right there. He instead took a deeper breath and sat up straighter. Squaring his shoulders. He controlled his breathing and focused on his toe tips. He willed his breath down there. He suppressed his hunger. He waited and watched his teacher.
The bald man took another bite of rice. Just as small as the first one. They both chewed, chewed until the rice was mush. Then until that mush was liquid. Then until that liquid was more of a thought. The energy the food was giving them was substantial. It was ancient and private. It was their life. Their very culture.
The two basked in their culture and their company.
The meal took two hours. The entire time the sun was dripping onto the delicate cake between them. As the layers began to compress, then began to slide, and finally collapsed. It was a cake meant to be eaten cold. Meant to be kept chilled just before it was brought out and presented to the eaters. Otherwise it would fall apart.
It was little more then a soup of sugar and floating mashed botan and banana.
The plates were finally emptied. And the melted cake sat between the two men. One old, one young, one smiling inquisitively, the other frowning in disappointment.
"Tell me my young friend. What did we learn here today?" The older man asked the younger. The short slightly scrawny man sat back. He took a breath and reflected, every moment of life was a learning opportunity. Or lacking that it was a moment of quiet reflection. That was simply the culture that he was raised in.
"I was told, by one of the others…Monk Guutg that any moment or lesson that must be stated is a moment that could be spent on quiet reflection. That words devalue the lessons we learn on account our actions mean more then anything our brains and tongues could put into the world. A lesson is flawed the moment it is spoken."
"Very well said." The old man smiled and began to put his bowls and plates on top of each other. He crossed his chopsticks with a smirk. "And yet he said it."
"Okay. You got me. I guess….If I said I learned anything from this." The young man rubbed his grumbly tummy and stared wistfully at the melted cake between them. "That joys are brief in this world. And that nourishment of the mind and body and soul are more important then nourishing tastebuds. That a cake will melt. And it is fleeting. But that is still okay."
"Wise words indeed. But you could take something else from that." Monk Gyatso reached down and picked up the plate of melted cake and poured it into his soup bowl. He then scraped up the leavings on the ground for the compost piles. "When life gives the opportunity, eat dessert first. You might not get a second chance."
"And you don't just so happen to have a second cake hidden somewhere to reward us for learning that important lesson?" The young man asked with a raised eyebrow. Monk Gyatso let out a little chuckle and shook his finger playfully at his favorite disciple.
"No no my young friend. Alas this cake was baked specifically for this lesson. But have no worry there will be plenty more during the Reunion Celebration. Brother Tanx Sun is baking another botan and banana cake as we speak. Among many other treats."
"Will your cakes be part of the celebration?" The young monk asked. His tattoos seemed to glow in anticipation. The heat always rose to the crown of his head when he was excited. Which made the blue ink there all the brighter. Monk Gyatso gave a little tinkling chuckle and shook his head.
"Finer bakers then I shall be creating confections for the celebration. But that is enough for today. You should-" A four year old disciple in training walked in with a small wooden tray. He began to stack the plates and glasses. Cleaning up after the older two siblings of the temple. Gyatso stood and picked up the tray himself. The small child smiled in delight at the kind man. Gyatso shooed the child away and walked to the doorway. He paused, composed his face and nodded towards the window.
"It appears that one of your other teachers is coming up the staircase to give a little speech about your lack of advancement. Or how they think you have not properly advanced. Perhaps escaping through the window would be the best course of—" Monk Gyatso cut himself off. The room was already empty, and a brisk breeze was coming in through the window. The young man had already yeeted himself through.
Gyatso chuckled and folded his hands inside of his billowing robes. That young man. He was so precocious. And was growing into being such a fine young man too. Still a bit childish. Still a touch immature. But in this world of adults and maturity, was it really so bad to have an unbridled optimist in such a position of power?
The cake was placed down carefully. It was four layers. The first was coconut. The second was cocoa. The third was rose. And the fourth and final piece was the extra tasty ube that was from the furthest reaches of the Earth Kingdoms. The colors of the cake also entranced. Thick oranges, bright pinks, lovely whites, like a flower petal unfolding on itself.
While the cake was impressive it was far from the only lovely section of the table. The thick wooden legs groaned with the weight of all the desserts on the table. The egg custard tarts were made with lychee nuts. The custard smooth and the skin not broken. Thick slabs of fried banana cakes were stacked in piles. Candied apples rolled next to rice balls.
A pair of hands slowly reached underneath a table. Wiggled around and then cautiously grabbed a egg custard tart. A medium sized one. Maybe about the size of a dinner plate. The cake was lovely and far too obvious. Something like this could never be noticed by the bakers and chefs right?
The pastry chef began to creep under the table. Walking cautiously on the balls of his feet. He glanced beneath the beaded table cloth. A scowling old man glanced underneath the table with a snarl.
"Mikyo!" The man shouted. The boy sprung forward. His bald head passed just under the grabbing hands of an awaiting chef. The egg custard tart held tightly to his chest. The broad faced young man skidded to a window, jumped onto the sill and leapt out. The old baker stuck his head out and frowned.
The vulgarity of youth! A sneaky accoloyte child still learning the ropes was one thing. But Mikyo was a man grown! Acting in these childish pranks! The baker turned with a scowl and grabbed his own apprentice by the shoulder.
"Out! After him! Bring me that tart!" The two flew down the staircase. Orange robes billowing around them like wings.
Mikyo let out a pathetic yelp when he saw the group of flour covered bakers chasing after him. Air Nomads were busy setting the courtyards and the multiple statues with wreaths necklaces made painstaking by hand. Flower crowns sat on heads. Thick bulbs and petals the size of dinner plates were scattered around the thick stone walkways. Windows had tapestries of fine soft sky bison fur dyed in the colors of the spirits and of their worshipped souls.
Mikyo ran past one of the few sisters in the temple. She gasped and spun on her tip toes. Ballerina like as she kept her basket full of precious scrolls away from the little thief.
Mikyo ran around tables. Hopped a chair. Barely kept the tart from hitting the ground. He turned a corner into a dead end. He spun around only to find the entrance blocked.
"Nowhere to run!" The baker shouted with a scowl. Mikyo tossed his head back and placed the tart on his lips. With a purse and a whistle he sent the tart flying up into the air.
The baker and his young assistant clapped their hands to their bald heads in fury. That was perfectly good food! But then a pair of hands popped over a window edge and two grinning boys glanced out.
"Tata! Thank for the snack!"
"You two know that we are to fast from sweets until after the celebration! Jinju! Tyleer! Get back here!" The baker shouted slamming his foot into the ground. His face was turning red in a very very unzen like way. He grabbed his assistant by the shoulders and pointed to the window.
"After them my little buddy!" The younger man ran like a cheetah gazelle, jumped like a rabbit toad, and climbed like a flying lemur. He was at the window in a moment and into the textile room and after the two escaping thieves.
Jinju was letting out confused hiccupping snorts. His eyes straying from side to side. His mouth wide and smiling. He wasn't sure what was going on. But he was with his best friend in the world. And they were running. And there was an egg custard tart! What else could this be but a wonderful game.
Tyleer held the tart balanced carefully in one hand. The other held onto Jinju's wrist tightly but kindly. Tyleer smiled back over his shoulder. Encouraging the Wind Whispered boy along. Wind Whispered individuals were ones who had trouble communicating. Sometimes it was verbally. Other times it was physically. They were never to be pitied. They were to be embraced and made a place for. Wind Whispered individuals could be difficult at times. But Air Monks knew that patience made up one of the four pillars of life. And to care for the Wind Whispered was to ultimately care for their community.
"Right up ahead!" Tyleer coached his buddy along. They turned right on a dime and sprinted out onto one of the main thorough ways. Long tables were being set up for the other Air Nomad nations. They would all be arriving within the next few days. The majority would arrive that afternoon. And they would celebrate the festival tomorrow.
The rarity of the festival was why it was so special. The Air Temples all gathered once every five years for the Reunion Celebration. To share their stories, their tales and their adventures. To describe the hardships. To list those they had lost and to remember and give proper mourning. And of course to mingle the many temples and their youth. After all inner enlightenment was all well and good. But they still had to procreate.
What made this Reunion Celebration was it coincided with the comet. That great dragon red rock. It combined three of the four elements. Fire. Earth. And Air. And also promised a lucky harvest for all who observed it. The two festivals landing on the same week was a grand occurrence. So many of the Air Nomads had arrived early.
Many more were coming in every day. On their bison's and their gliders. In ones and twos. Or entire temples worth. Sometimes a fleet of air bison carrying the very old, the very young, and the Wind Whispered would arrive.
Even with all of these people milling around…There was room for Tyleer and Jinju to run full forced around people. Workers. And children. The egg custard tart held between the two.
They noticed the baker floating over the crowd. Hopping from giant nativity pole to nativity pole. His bare feet leaving only the tiniest thwocks on them. He growled and pointed towards the two.
"Stop those boys! They stole my tart!"
"You have so many more!" Tyleer shouted back with a easy smile. He laughed musically and stood on his tip toe. Jumping acrobatically from table, to pole, to a balcony, then to a new walkway. Jinju held close to him.
A line of older monks drew across his path. Their arms interlocked. They stamped their feet and scowled. Tyleer turned to the grinning drooling Jinju. He was red faced with excitement.
"Looks like we're surrounded buddy." Jinju flapped his hands and nodded letting out a little hum of satisfaction. So Tyleer did the logical thing. He dropped the tart over the balcony banister into the waiting hands of long haired Dolma. Who let out a cute twelve year old squeak and took off running. Her tiny legs working with all their might.
"How many of you have gotten into this nonsense!" The baker shouted his frustration. He managed to get to the ground and sprint after the little girl with the giant scroll attached to her back. She got maybe a dozen yards. Then paused turned and flung the tart as hard as she could.
"Hot potato! It's all yours!" The baker and his little buddy came to a skidding stop. Comically backpedaling and turning in mid stride. The tart flew through the air. It spun, the extra thick custard perfect, not even dripping from the sides. The entire temple seemed to hang silently as they watched it flip….flip…..flip…..
And then the Avatar came crashing, seemingly out of nowhere into it. He grabbed it with both hands with a triumphant cackle. He held it up to the applauding friends.
And then he fell thirty feet landing right on his chest. Face planting directly in the tart and shooting the gooey mess everywhere. A thick slab of yellow custard clung to his face. He pulled his head up and licked his face, his lips, his eyes and nose.
An old voice cleared in front of him. He scooped the custard out of his eyes and smiled as disarmingly as he could.
"Monk Tashi what a surprise."
"Avatar Aang….You are in a world of trouble young man." Aang gulped, a decent bulge of tart slid down his throat. It was just about worth it.
"Alright now ladies we are on our hands and knees. Carefully lean your weight on your right knee. Then bring your left foot above and arc your leg as if you are the crescent moon rising over a calm vista. Just up and down. Nice and slow. And swing your moon upwards. Keep your hips nice and steady. Feel the earth beneath your bare fingers. You can feel your back straighten and your breasts hang heavy and free below you. Gravity has no say on your body. No say on your soul. Let the wind whip past you. Let the years come and go. Breath in through your nose. And out through your mouth." Lio spoke softly and calmly. Her long hair was in a loose bun at the base of her head. Her tattoo down her spine was bright with sparrow hawks and butterfly moths. All cavorting down the twisting rivers that were the swirling symbols of her tattoos.
The forty other women were as nude and full figured as the air nomad leader. Arranged in neat rows of four. They were on one of the game fields. The grass pressed down by their yoga mats. The hint of oil on their bare skin was drifting on the breeze. The hot tangy kind that would bring a soft smile to a masseuses face.
The nude yoga session showed off the human body. Nothing to be embarrassed by. Nothing to be ashamed of. There were some women as old as eighty, and some as young as 18. All had the same Air Nomad build. Full firm breasts, wide hips, sinewy legs, flexible sides, firm biceps. A nice mix of athletic and lithe. Almost like dancers or experts of tai chi. Most of the women wore the ceremonial queue hair braid. Most had their air bending master tattoos. A few wore loose golden bracelets, or hoop earrings. But jewelry was not often a symbol of anything but vanity to the Air Nomads.
"Oh whoa. Look at that buffet." Mikyo said breathlessly. He licked his lips and tried to keep from being seen. He was laid out between Aang and Tyleer. Jinju was next to Tyleer and was squirming as he peeped through the bushes. The Wind Whispered boy would then let out pitiful little moans and rub at his sides and crotch. He stuck his hands down his pants and futility rubbed.
"No darling. That's for private time. That's for later." Tyleer cooed to his ward and gently untangled Jinju's hands from his underwear. The two stared at the women who had shifted from leg thrusts to standing. Their hands up over their heads. The sunlight catching the oiled up breasts and seeming to make the women glow golden and insistent and beautiful.
"Did you know that no other culture does nude yoga?" Tyleer whispered to his friends. They nodded thoughtfully. Nude yoga truly was one of the best gifts that the Air Nomads had come up with to honor their bodies. "Not even the Earth Kingdoms. It's wild. The Water Tribes have some massage. But nothing as deep and sensitive as ours. No wonder the Fire Nation is so obsessed with 'honor' If they learned how to do some deep breathing and stretching and then touched each other for once I doubt they would be so stand offish."
Tyleer rubbed the back of Jinju's head as the nonverbal boy grew flustered and pressed his nose to the dirt. Tyleer found a knot in Jinju's spine and massaged and finally popped it. Releasing the tension there. It was known that any who wished to be caretakers must also make sure to relax their wards, friends, and responsibilities.
"How did the meeting with the elders go?" Mikyo nudged Aang. Aang glanced away from the Air Nomad he had been oogling. It was strange to see so many nude women. Normally they were so separated. Of course they would see each other. But women had their sides of the temple and their ways of traveling, and the men had theirs. They both worshipped and meditated the same. But their was something….captivating about a new nude form.
Aang had felt the exact same way when he and Mikyo had first discovered and explored each other's bodies. Mikyo had been Aang's first kiss and first time. So the two shared a deep personal bond.
"It was….strange. Scary I guess. They kept on saying that a war was coming. That we needed me to prepare and master the other elements. That the war would be upon us. That the Fire Nation had been grumbling and eyeing the coast of the Earth Kingdom's. How as Avatar I must step in and put a stop to things if they get dangerous."
A dismissive snort came from behind the four boys. They rolled over onto their backs and shot up. The bush behind them rattled and hid the view again.
"A war? Between two different nations? Hardly likely. The Fire Nation has dealt with civil wars in the past. And the Earth Kingdom's are always invading each other. But besides the death of the Fifth Nation of pirates, there has never been an attack by one nation upon another. Fire Nation only attacks the Fire Nation. The Earth Kingdoms only attack the Earth Kingdom's and the Water Tribes only hold their silly tribal battles." The young girl adjusted the large scroll on her back and frowned at the four red faced boys.
"And you perverts know better then to look at women when they don't know you're creeping. It's unseemly. And carnal. Save it for when you go into heat." She glanced from man to man critically. Her eyes as sharp as twin steel. Biting even the kind minded Jinju to the quick.
"To think that you won't play your air ball games with me since I am too 'young' but you play your 'adult ball games' with Jinju. That is in poor taste." She pointed at Tyleer accusingly.
"I am most disappointed in YOU Mr. care taker. We all hold you to the highest standard."
"He is literally the Avatar Dolma." Tyleer said with a deadpan exspression.
"And I'm the youngest Air Bison care taker in the temple. Why aren't you chewing me out?" Mikyo asks in annoyance. Only to get a stomp to the foot by the little girl in response. Mikyo hissed and hopped up and down.
"Let's take this away from spying distance." Aang advised and slowly ushered the others from the peeping hedges and to a stone walkway that circled the exterior of the temples like a snake badger gliding along a tunnel.
"You've gotten so much meaner ever since you spirit shifted." Tyleer said down to the younger girl. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. She was very proud of it. Back when she was the incorrect gender she was bald. Now that she had long gorgeous hair she felt happy and carefree.
"You mean I've gotten so much more confident and won't let you four push me around as a scape goat or as the dummy in your schemes. And speaking as a former boy? Most of them were harebrained at best."
"What girls come up with better schemes?" Mikyo taunted and rubbed at her head. She batted at his hands with a grimace.
"I know that I wouldn't have lost the tart. Do you know how old that recipe is? It was crafted all the way back in YangCheng's time."
"And I'm sure as an aspiring lore spinner you know the exact date and time she invented it?" Tyleer teased the little girl and nudged her. Egging her on to prove him right. While they did give her a little grief, all of them were impressed that she was learning so much. To be a lore spinner was to memorize all of the facts of their people. Their history. To be living libraries of their culture. Each temple held at least two dozen. Air Nomads who could settle disputes, recite history and discuss the finer workings of their people.
To be chosen for one was a high honor. To get this far in her training was impressive. And by the end of the festival she would be able to retire her scroll and join the other lore spinners in their private chambers.
Aang smiled softly as he walked with his friends. Their hands straying together in that way that Air Nomads would touch each other. A soft electrical movement that let each other know that while the body was a part of the physical world….that was okay.
"I'm going to miss this." Aang said wistfully. Dolma grew quiet and awkward.
"I'm going to miss you all too. I didn't know that they would have me move to the women's temples so soon. I thought that I could still study the lore and be a 'boy' for a bit longer. But I understand—"
"No…It's not that." Aang sighed and sat on a small stone bench that overlooked the bison paddocks. A big bull was nosing around his trough. Twenty five elderly nomads had arrived on him from the far north. They had brought large trappings of Jellyfish arm jelly and sea cucumber dried for powdering. The bull let out a low moo of satisfaction as he chewed his cud.
"Aang? What's the matter buddy?" Tyleer asked gently as he sat beside his friend. Putting an arm comfortingly around him.
"Gyatso tried to get them to reconsider. But the other elders were firm. They say that I'm to go to the North Pole to learn the ways of Waterbending. Then I'm to travel the Earth Kingdom's and learn Earth Bending. They want me to complete all of my training as soon as possible. They say that the Fire Nation is planning invasion forces. And I need to put a stop to it." There was a silence as the words settled over everyone.
"When are you leaving?"
"Soon. They want me ready to go after the celebration." He said it softly. Tucking his knees under his strong bony square chin. He stared at the cobblestones in front of him. A gaggle of children with brooms walked past. On their way to their chores for the day. They had spent the morning playing and now had to get in their two hours of work.
"That's….That's way too soon." Mikyo said in disgust. Dolma shook her head.
"And so paranoid. No nation has ever invaded another. All of their problems have been interior. It's absurd that they think the Fire Nation would change that now." She tutted in disgust.
"And why the North Pole? That's so far." TyLeer interjected.
"You could literally just swing down to the south and learn just as much. You could even spend the weekends here." Mikyo said in irritation. Aang shrugged in response.
"They said that there weren't enough established benders in the south. I think they want me to learn the more formal style of bending instead of finding it out by myself." Aang said as he rubbed at the back of his head.
"Well….what are we going to do about it?" Tyleer said with a smirk. Aang looked at the massage expert in surprise.
"We?"
"Well sure! You don't think that we're going to just let you go off and learn Water Bending by yourself do you?" He grinned. Jinju let out a little excited whine and flapped his hands together. Aang glanced between his friends with a smile.
"What…Really?"
"We've got to make sure you don't forget your bending roots. Even if the elders tell us we can't go with you…Well nothing's stopping us from just traveling a few miles behind right?" Tyleer says with a grin. Aang chuckled and wrapped an arm around the taller boy's shoulders.
"You guys are the best just….Dolma….If you come you won't be able to—"
"I will learn more lore as we go. Plus as long as I have this scroll I can memorize it all." She slapped the trash can sized scroll with a smirk. Aang chuckled and grinned.
"Thank you. Seriously. All of you. Thank you."
"So what's the plan? We sprint for it at first light? Go down to the South Pole and find Aang a Water Bender?"
"If we go down South we have to go to Wolf Bay first." Mikyo said with a teasing look to a now blushing Aang. "Keeta is down there after all."
All of his friends let out a teasing 'ooooooh' and started to jostle the now fully red Avatar.
"It's not like that! I just think she's really cool." Aang attempted to defend himself. Tyleer chuckled and slapped at the boy's bald head.
"Right because groaning 'I love you I love you I love you' when cumming balls deep in a lady really scream's 'friendship'."
"Bro! I am right here!" Dolma said while going 'ew ew ew' over and over. Covering her ears and squirming. Just because she hung out with older boys didn't mean she had to hear about their gross stuff.
"Maybe they have different ways of showing friendship down south." Mikyo chuckled and cracked Aang on the back. "We should go and see her though. She seemed to be in good spirits the last time we swung by."
Aang chuckled and embraced his friends.
"Thanks. To all of you. I don't know what the future holds. But with all of you in it. I know it will be bright."
The group fell to discussing travel plans. Where they would stay. How they could swing past Omashu. How they might be able to ride the Elephant Koi at Kyoshi island. How the Kangaroo armadillos would be coming out of hibernation and it would be the perfect time to ride them. How the great swallow butterfly migration would be happening soon and they could see the small delicate animals in their trillions going from west to east across the world.
Aang sat, and he smiled. And he listened. And he planned.
The two of them walked slowly and softly down the mountain path. It was more of a cart route. Mainly designed for traders who had permission to trade their wares with the Air Nomads. It was overgrown and covered in thick roots and rocks and broken masonry.
Aang paused on a small secret overlook. The cliff was a sheer drop. He took a deep breath and turned to the massive air bison beside him.
"We're going to have to fly low over the trees. Then swing out over the ocean and we should get to the South Pole before you know it." Aang said to the large good natured bovine. Appa let out a low grumble in response. Completely at ease.
"I know what everyone else said. But I don't….I can't…."He took a deep breath and rubbed his face. "I just can't force them to leave. But I'm not going to the North. We're going to the South. We'll find a bender. Then we will come back home." Aang said with a smile. Appa let out another grumble and leaned down to lick Aang's bald head lovingly. Aang chuckled and went around Appa. Triple checking the final few straps and buckles. The saddle sitting firmly but comfortably.
There came a chittering from the nearby brush. Aang paused and kneeled down. He smiled affectionately.
"It's okay. You can come out." The chittering silenced, and then the small furry lemur came sprinting out. It's tiny brown paws clambered across his lap. Over his chest. Onto his shoulder. Yanking at Aang's orange and yellow robes. Pulling at Aang's ears. Standing on a shoulder, a wrist, a head. And finally Aang got his hands around the small baby sized creature's chest and held him out at arm's length.
"No Momo you can't come with me. It's too cold down south. You'll freeze. Just stay here. I'll be back before you know it." He promised the small creature. The flying lemur sat on his haunches and then launched himself against Aang again. Rubbing his entire body across Aang's face and head. Aang chuckled and finally yanked the lemur off again.
"Okay. Okay. I get it you want to come along. But you can't. It's too far. You'll go stir crazy up on Appa's back." The little lemur he had hand fed for years continued to flutter and jump around him. Insistently pulling at the young man. Aang smiled and dug through his bags. He pulled out two sacks of assorted fruits. He walked to a small boulder.
Hopping over it he looked around and finally found a small ledge. It was tiny, private, hidden, and even had a tiny tree hanging onto the side. He placed the bags down and opened them.
He pulled out a peach the size of his fist and split the skin with his fingernail. He waved the sweet smelling treat enticingly. Momo followed him over, tilting his tiny head this way and that. The tiny glutton's tummy grumbled, growled, and finally roared. Momo jumped past Aang and set to work on the pile of fresh fruit. Aang chuckled and rubbed Momo's head.
"There is plenty there. Take your time. I'll be back soon buddy. Promise." Aang felt the lie catch in his throat a little. It was one thing to lie to his friends. Another thing to lie to a pet. He quickly ran and hopped onto Appa's broad head. The bison turned and stepped off into the air. The two floated off in the moonlight. Appa's tail running like a lazy rudder.
Momo chewed on a peach pit. The small round stone held between his intelligent little hands. He spun it one way and then another. Like any good lemur he looked around for a crack in the mountain. He found one, it was a large crack too.
The little lemur managed to squeeze sideways into the gap in the stone. He wiggled and waggled and finally got deep enough. Half wedged in he pushed the peach pit upwards. Eventually it stuck and stayed there. The lemurs instincts helped grow the fruit all up and down the mountain.
He pulled his hands free and turned around in the small space. If he extended his wings he would be rubbing against the sides of the tiny cave. He sniffed. He smelt brimstone. Fire. Warmth.
Momo stuck his head out of the hole. He snuffled forwards. Something was going on. Something strange. He had felt an odd hum all day. Like a bolt of lightning was about to strike. Most of the lemurs had felt this unusual hum. They had discussed it in their own lemur like way. And even tried to communicate with the air monks. But none seemed to get it.
Momo stared up into the sky. The bright red comet hung like a teardrop on a teat. Just hovering and slowly sliding across the pitch black sky. Hiding all of the stars. The vague scent of rain came to him.
A thick metal wire shot past Momo. He screeched and jumped backwards. Hackles raised, fur puffing up. He flashed his fangs at the strange attacker. Then a bright flash of fire went past. A brief grim faced man. Then another. And another. And another. Until the air was full of them. The war had begun. The Fire invasion was starting.
Momo continued to stand between his bags of provisions. Back arched, hissing and spitting and screeching a warning that went unheard.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
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