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Airbenders are pretty thoroughly repopulated now, but they're still minorities anywhere but the handful of enclaves that have retaken the open temples or integrated into the populations that have woven into them. Beila doesn't live in one of those enclaves. She lives in Republic City. Benders are a minority, airbenders more so. She's the only one in her class. It could still be a coincidence that she's supposed to do her history project on Avatar Aang, her some-number-of-greats grandfather, and not casual stereotyping. Whatever. Her partner's not a bender at all unless he's very quiet about it, he's just a random cute boy who sits to her left. Dao, that's his name.
"Hey," she says. "When's good for you to meet up and work on this thing?"
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"Nah," he says, stuffing the lizard crow and carving tools back into his bag. "I'm good."
roc_on
Beila breezes the both of them up onto Liqing at the same time. "Anywhere in particular you want to go or d'you just want a scenic tour of the greater Republic City area?"
roc_on
"Scenic tour it is!" She waits for the securing waist-hug, then whistles Liqing into a takeoff.
Liqing can fly fast when she clears the city skyline and can freely trade height and speed, but they're high enough in the air that the scenery still crawls by slowly enough to be admired. They soar over the beachtown suburbs, and swing around the bay, and the greenbelt separating the city from the next nearest towns.
Liqing can fly fast when she clears the city skyline and can freely trade height and speed, but they're high enough in the air that the scenery still crawls by slowly enough to be admired. They soar over the beachtown suburbs, and swing around the bay, and the greenbelt separating the city from the next nearest towns.
roc_on
"Well, you should hold on, and I'll steady us, and I'd have plenty of opportunity to catch you if you did fall," Beila says.
roc_on
Liqing pulls up still well above the ground and they're both pressed into her feathers as she heads steeply upward. Beila's got both hands firmly on the strap around the bird's neck, holding on, and she whistles again, and Liqing banks, ascending in a broad spiral.
roc_on
Liqing doesn't actually know that many tricks, but she repeats the ones she has.
"I can do fancier stuff on my glider, just not with as much raw speed," Beila comments. "And I can't take a passenger on the glider. Although supposedly I'll be able to put way more power behind my bending than a regular person, so I should be able to learn to move stuff around any which way I want, glider or no glider."
"I can do fancier stuff on my glider, just not with as much raw speed," Beila comments. "And I can't take a passenger on the glider. Although supposedly I'll be able to put way more power behind my bending than a regular person, so I should be able to learn to move stuff around any which way I want, glider or no glider."
roc_on
Liqing trills.
"Ooh, that's a hungry noise. Better land her and let her go fishing," laughs Beila. "I can drop you off at your house unless there's someplace else you'd rather be?" She steers the bird towards the city.
"Ooh, that's a hungry noise. Better land her and let her go fishing," laughs Beila. "I can drop you off at your house unless there's someplace else you'd rather be?" She steers the bird towards the city.
roc_on
Flying flying flying! House. Beila lands them and detaches her glider from the strap around Liqing's neck and sends the roc off on her fishing expedition.
"Sorry again about the reporter," says Beila.
"Sorry again about the reporter," says Beila.