They almost founded themselves. They called themselves the Avatar fan club, and they were all these girls who were trying to keep air nomad culture alive. At first, I admired them for that, and it made me happy. Like my people were still around in some way. But it wasn't until I met another chapter that I realized... they were doing it wrong. A lot of them were giving themselves tattoos, and that's a secret rite for airbenders. It made me feel hurt and betrayed, that... maybe the nations should be separate, because I was afraid of what the other people would do to what's left of my culture.

But... some of them still helped in the fight, and I saw that they had the hearts of airbenders. That's why I decided to take control and made them the air acolytes. So I could instruct them and make sure that my culture's preserved, the best way it can be.