Book 17.5: Fourth Wall

[savedtheworld]

[Behold Aang, the young air nomad. Physically 15 and now mentally about 16, he's grown quite a bit from his time in the Hundred Year War.

Today seemed like a good day to visit the library. He found out from Duck that there were stories out there where the characters came to life and left the story. So now he's checking around to see if he can find any books like this. Only to find unexpected visitors of a different variety...

Alternately? He can be found out in front of House 56, deep in meditation, trying to see if he can reach his past lives...]

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[summerlike]

[ IT'S STILL ON FIRE

wait...

Anna's brow furrows. Clearly he isn't in pain. Maybe... ]

Ohhh, I get it! I get it! You have fire magic like my sister has ice magic! That makes perfect sense.

[ Sorta. ]

[savedtheworld]

It does? Wait, is your sister an icebender... I mean, a waterbender? [yep STILL FLAMING but giving off some warmth here.]

[summerlike]

Water...bender? [ In spite of herself, Anna leans closer to the flame as she puzzles over the unfamiliar term. Fire is fire, right? ]

No, she's a... [ Um. She's not sure, exactly. Not a witch, not a sorcerer, not a magician... ] She's an...magic ice person?

[savedtheworld]

Yeah... bending means controlling the elements. ...But don't get too close! [He warns as she nears the fire. And tries to put together what she said.]

Oh! You mean she's a person made out of magic ice? That sounds so neat!

[summerlike]

Exactly? [ Wait, replaying that in her head. ] No, that's not it. She's a person, like you and me, but she uses ice powers.

[savedtheworld]

Then that... sooounds like a Waterbender to me.

[summerlike]

Huh. I guess I never knew that's what someone with her powers was called.

Oh - I'm Anna, by the way.

[savedtheworld]

My name's Aang. It almost sounds like Anna but it's not! It's nice to meet you.

[summerlike]

It's nice to meet you, too! [ She curtsies. ] Can I...ask about the arrow, or is that a secret?

[savedtheworld]

Don't worry, no secrets here! [He chuckles about that.

And you know, it's something odd in the air. Aang finds himself strolling to a beat, and he breaks out into song:]

Come, lemme tell you about my arrows!