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isleofavalon2021-08-13 04:59 pm
all_the_aangles) wrote in isleofavalon2021-08-13 04:59 pm
A Day in the Life of an Avatar [OPEN!]
WHO: Aang and You!
⚔️️ WHAT: Things!
🕒 WHEN: Daylight!
🗺️ WHERE: Places!
⚠️ WARNINGS: None, Aang is just being Aang.
Aang...wandered.
It had started out as just a consequence of being in a new place; somewhere he could explore, at a leisurely sort of pace, and discover new things. It had turned into something more akin to a passion.
This place was filled with heroes - it did not need an Avatar.
So he explored - places, and people. He subsisted as something like an odd-jobs man. He helped out various business in the market place, for instance. A bit of repair work, cleaning, organizing - whatever they needed. He particularly enjoyed sweeping. There was something beautiful to such an act, a calm repetition and carrying out of purpose. It wasn't destructive, and it improved. That was more than enough for him.
He could often be found, calmly sweeping, in any number of places.
He tried his hand at carpentry, too, working on various job sites - wherever would take him, really. It was making something that he enjoyed; creating something with his hands and honest sweat - no violence, no destruction.
His friends had their own tasks and so he was...left to his own devices, really. Not all of it was fantastic; he missed the time he'd used to spend around Katara dearly, and made the most out of what time he could - Sokka, too, and Zuko.
There were also classes, which he found fascinating. He wasn't the most punctual student, of course - being the sort to stop and observe a religious ceremony for an hour on the way to classes. But he loved some of them. Every cultural offering he could find, he tried to observe or participate in it. Some people invited him to learn their native dances, and that was, perhaps, the sweetest thing of all.
He did practice his magic, and his progress - especially with air - had been prodigious; but he used it to amuse children mostly, telling stories to those who gathered about his world, illustrating it by making small clouds. Though he had to admit - the now Labrador-sized Appa was the real star of those shows.
Come the evenings, he could be found meditating in open fields, or on rocks - breathing in the freedom of thousands of cultures, and the peace that brought him.
So went the days of Aang - once the Avatar, now very happily just Aang.
⚔️️ WHAT: Things!
🕒 WHEN: Daylight!
🗺️ WHERE: Places!
⚠️ WARNINGS: None, Aang is just being Aang.
Aang...wandered.
It had started out as just a consequence of being in a new place; somewhere he could explore, at a leisurely sort of pace, and discover new things. It had turned into something more akin to a passion.
This place was filled with heroes - it did not need an Avatar.
So he explored - places, and people. He subsisted as something like an odd-jobs man. He helped out various business in the market place, for instance. A bit of repair work, cleaning, organizing - whatever they needed. He particularly enjoyed sweeping. There was something beautiful to such an act, a calm repetition and carrying out of purpose. It wasn't destructive, and it improved. That was more than enough for him.
He could often be found, calmly sweeping, in any number of places.
He tried his hand at carpentry, too, working on various job sites - wherever would take him, really. It was making something that he enjoyed; creating something with his hands and honest sweat - no violence, no destruction.
His friends had their own tasks and so he was...left to his own devices, really. Not all of it was fantastic; he missed the time he'd used to spend around Katara dearly, and made the most out of what time he could - Sokka, too, and Zuko.
There were also classes, which he found fascinating. He wasn't the most punctual student, of course - being the sort to stop and observe a religious ceremony for an hour on the way to classes. But he loved some of them. Every cultural offering he could find, he tried to observe or participate in it. Some people invited him to learn their native dances, and that was, perhaps, the sweetest thing of all.
He did practice his magic, and his progress - especially with air - had been prodigious; but he used it to amuse children mostly, telling stories to those who gathered about his world, illustrating it by making small clouds. Though he had to admit - the now Labrador-sized Appa was the real star of those shows.
Come the evenings, he could be found meditating in open fields, or on rocks - breathing in the freedom of thousands of cultures, and the peace that brought him.
So went the days of Aang - once the Avatar, now very happily just Aang.