Chapter 8. Consequences.
88 years after the genocide of the Air Nomads.
Northern Water Tribe. Chief's private training grounds.
In a large, spacious chamber entirely carved from ice—typically used for the Chief's training and his guards—a beautiful white-haired boy practiced fluid, graceful movements across the field. With each motion, water rippled through the air in sync with his steps.
A three-year-old girl watched him intently, her sky-blue eyes following his every move. Even her tiny hands, held out in front of her, unconsciously mimicked his gestures as if trying to memorize them.
After a few minutes, the boy stopped, smiled, and looked at the little girl.
"Little princess, did you need something from me?" he asked with a gentle smile and warmth in his eyes.
"Big brother, you promised not to call me that anymore," she replied, puffing out her red cheeks adorably. "Mom asked me to call you for dinner. And when will you start teaching me waterbending too?"
"Just wait a little longer, and I'll personally begin training you," he said, smoothing her soft white hair.
"I'm not just going to believe you this time. Pinky swear!" she demanded, hands on her hips, trying to look stern—which only made her cuter.