06-28-2017, 02:58 AM
Day Two: Morning
Aang awoke to Emily’s lightly spoken words. “Breakfast… Pancakes…” At first he could only groan. His head hurt, his mouth was dry and when he opened his eyes the light from the curtains burned into his very soul. “Would you like me to bring your breakfast in here?”
No, he could not be rude to these people. Aang took it slow, easing himself out of the bed he had been placed in. He only realized when he stood that his pants had been changed. Too hung over to question it, he hobbled to the door, covering his eyes as best he could while still watching where he was going. “No need… You’ve done more than enough…” His words felt slow, clumbsy with such a parched tongue.
Emily helped him down the hall, to avoid the potted plants they had here and there mainly. When they entered the dining room, he spotted Lysandra sitting at the table already, and a fully dressed Rowan reading from a paper. “Morning, sir,” Aang greeted.
Rowan peeked from over the parchment in hand. The odd thing seemed to have moving pictures, as if by some form of magic… “You can call me by name, mah friend. I like th’ honor of a Prime call’n me sir, but methinks we’re a hangover past that.” Folding the parchment and placing it upon the table next to his plate, he offered Aang a knowing grin. “Ya need some water for the head, milk for th’ mouth. Can ya drink milk, or does yer vow-things forbid it?”
The monk slowly sat in the chair Emily offered him. Lysandra was quick to assist as well, bringing a glass of water to sit on one side of his plate, and a glass of milk for the other. “Dairy is fine… The monks used milk and eggs in a lot of their sweets.”
“HAH!” Taking his rolled up paper, Rowan swatted his wife’s rear as she passed by. “Eggs would be great to go with our pancakes! I brought a fresh basket in, they’re under”
“I know, dear.” She swats him back, just enough force to flick the farmer’s hat off his head. The two had a smile that warmed Aang’s general downer mood. A moment later, he was reminded that his beloved was a world away. A sigh escaped the monk. “Are you alright?” Emily paused in her path over to the wood stove. “Are you still in pain?”
Yes. Quite a bit of pain racked his body, and the lack of Katara hurt even deeper. “I’m fine… I just… miss someone back home.”
“Girlfriend?”
“Wife,” he answers Rowan. The farmer and his wife both offer an apologetic look. Lysandra looked like she was about to cry. “It’s not that bad… I’ll find a way back, one day. I thought about summoning her, like Appa or Momo, but…”
“We know, lad. Secondaries and Primes are very diff’rent…” From Aang’s understanding, if he died Omni brought him back. If something he summons dies, what then?
“Plus… I believe anything I summon is just a copy, like a memory. My… My flying lemur… the real one… passed away a few years ago.” He glanced over to the big-eyed adorable creature. Momo was laid in a bowl, most likely after having emptied it of fruit. “So the Momo I brought was from my childhood… Maybe I’m just a memory, and the real me is still with Katara…”
That was too deep to discuss over breakfast. Both Rowan and Emily were lost for words and Lysandra was silently twiddling her fingers, trying to avoid eye contact. She did not seem to have much experience in this area.
The monk took a swig of milk. The relief was almost instant. After a second gulp, just to be sure, he took the glass of water and downed all of it, and then went back for the milk. He heard a crack, then sizzling as eggs hit the pan in the partially separated kitchen. All of a sudden, Aang felt absolutely ravenous.
He did not let his hunger get the best of him. He was, first and foremost, a guest. Injured or not. “I was thinking… you’ve done a lot for us… I noticed when we dropped off Appa that you asked for only a few farming tools… You have a lot of field, but only one worker?”
Rowan chuckled. This did not seem to be a new conversation. “If by only worker you mean me, then ya caught me red handed. My Papa left me this farm before retirin’ to a nice little cottage a town over.”
Aang saw an opening to pay his debts, whether the farmer would have made him pay up or not. “If you want… I’m a Bender, I could help with your farm. It’s the least I can do.” Rowan opened his mouth, but immediately closed it when Emily cleared her throat. She gave them both a ‘Don’t even think about it’ glare.
“I mean… tomorrow... I’d hate to ruin Miss Emily’s stitches…” That was exactly what the farmer’s wife wanted to hear. She nodded approvingly and Lysandra giggled at Aang’s diplomatic choice of words. “It doesn’t take much, and I’ve heard of some farming techniques… And I can help water the field too. Tomorrow, of course… We could just walk around and look for today.” He glanced towards the kitchen to make sure Emily was not looking, then gave Rowan a nod. Secret plans were made.
Lysandra just shook her head. “You are incorrigible…”
Not willing to spoil his plans, Aang changed the topic. Discussion through breakfast was kept light, with Aang reminiscing about his world. A few times Rowan would admit his envy of the benders, even Emily seemed to sink into the stories headlong. Lysandra had heard most of the tales a few times over, but she still enjoyed what she heard.
“So these Benders,” Rowan finally asks, after having rolled the idea around in his head for a moment “do they just… LEARN, or are they born with this er… ‘talent?’”
“Well… It’s a part of a person’s inner energy… A giant Lion-Turtle taught me how to take it away, but… I have to admit I don’t really know beyond being born with it any way to become a bender…”
“If…” Lysandra hesitated, having stayed silent. “If you can take the power to bend away… could you give it to someone? If they wanted it?”
“You see, I… um…” Aang stopped in his tracks. “I… never really thought about it… Maybe?”
Aang awoke to Emily’s lightly spoken words. “Breakfast… Pancakes…” At first he could only groan. His head hurt, his mouth was dry and when he opened his eyes the light from the curtains burned into his very soul. “Would you like me to bring your breakfast in here?”
No, he could not be rude to these people. Aang took it slow, easing himself out of the bed he had been placed in. He only realized when he stood that his pants had been changed. Too hung over to question it, he hobbled to the door, covering his eyes as best he could while still watching where he was going. “No need… You’ve done more than enough…” His words felt slow, clumbsy with such a parched tongue.
Emily helped him down the hall, to avoid the potted plants they had here and there mainly. When they entered the dining room, he spotted Lysandra sitting at the table already, and a fully dressed Rowan reading from a paper. “Morning, sir,” Aang greeted.
Rowan peeked from over the parchment in hand. The odd thing seemed to have moving pictures, as if by some form of magic… “You can call me by name, mah friend. I like th’ honor of a Prime call’n me sir, but methinks we’re a hangover past that.” Folding the parchment and placing it upon the table next to his plate, he offered Aang a knowing grin. “Ya need some water for the head, milk for th’ mouth. Can ya drink milk, or does yer vow-things forbid it?”
The monk slowly sat in the chair Emily offered him. Lysandra was quick to assist as well, bringing a glass of water to sit on one side of his plate, and a glass of milk for the other. “Dairy is fine… The monks used milk and eggs in a lot of their sweets.”
“HAH!” Taking his rolled up paper, Rowan swatted his wife’s rear as she passed by. “Eggs would be great to go with our pancakes! I brought a fresh basket in, they’re under”
“I know, dear.” She swats him back, just enough force to flick the farmer’s hat off his head. The two had a smile that warmed Aang’s general downer mood. A moment later, he was reminded that his beloved was a world away. A sigh escaped the monk. “Are you alright?” Emily paused in her path over to the wood stove. “Are you still in pain?”
Yes. Quite a bit of pain racked his body, and the lack of Katara hurt even deeper. “I’m fine… I just… miss someone back home.”
“Girlfriend?”
“Wife,” he answers Rowan. The farmer and his wife both offer an apologetic look. Lysandra looked like she was about to cry. “It’s not that bad… I’ll find a way back, one day. I thought about summoning her, like Appa or Momo, but…”
“We know, lad. Secondaries and Primes are very diff’rent…” From Aang’s understanding, if he died Omni brought him back. If something he summons dies, what then?
“Plus… I believe anything I summon is just a copy, like a memory. My… My flying lemur… the real one… passed away a few years ago.” He glanced over to the big-eyed adorable creature. Momo was laid in a bowl, most likely after having emptied it of fruit. “So the Momo I brought was from my childhood… Maybe I’m just a memory, and the real me is still with Katara…”
That was too deep to discuss over breakfast. Both Rowan and Emily were lost for words and Lysandra was silently twiddling her fingers, trying to avoid eye contact. She did not seem to have much experience in this area.
The monk took a swig of milk. The relief was almost instant. After a second gulp, just to be sure, he took the glass of water and downed all of it, and then went back for the milk. He heard a crack, then sizzling as eggs hit the pan in the partially separated kitchen. All of a sudden, Aang felt absolutely ravenous.
He did not let his hunger get the best of him. He was, first and foremost, a guest. Injured or not. “I was thinking… you’ve done a lot for us… I noticed when we dropped off Appa that you asked for only a few farming tools… You have a lot of field, but only one worker?”
Rowan chuckled. This did not seem to be a new conversation. “If by only worker you mean me, then ya caught me red handed. My Papa left me this farm before retirin’ to a nice little cottage a town over.”
Aang saw an opening to pay his debts, whether the farmer would have made him pay up or not. “If you want… I’m a Bender, I could help with your farm. It’s the least I can do.” Rowan opened his mouth, but immediately closed it when Emily cleared her throat. She gave them both a ‘Don’t even think about it’ glare.
“I mean… tomorrow... I’d hate to ruin Miss Emily’s stitches…” That was exactly what the farmer’s wife wanted to hear. She nodded approvingly and Lysandra giggled at Aang’s diplomatic choice of words. “It doesn’t take much, and I’ve heard of some farming techniques… And I can help water the field too. Tomorrow, of course… We could just walk around and look for today.” He glanced towards the kitchen to make sure Emily was not looking, then gave Rowan a nod. Secret plans were made.
Lysandra just shook her head. “You are incorrigible…”
Not willing to spoil his plans, Aang changed the topic. Discussion through breakfast was kept light, with Aang reminiscing about his world. A few times Rowan would admit his envy of the benders, even Emily seemed to sink into the stories headlong. Lysandra had heard most of the tales a few times over, but she still enjoyed what she heard.
“So these Benders,” Rowan finally asks, after having rolled the idea around in his head for a moment “do they just… LEARN, or are they born with this er… ‘talent?’”
“Well… It’s a part of a person’s inner energy… A giant Lion-Turtle taught me how to take it away, but… I have to admit I don’t really know beyond being born with it any way to become a bender…”
“If…” Lysandra hesitated, having stayed silent. “If you can take the power to bend away… could you give it to someone? If they wanted it?”
“You see, I… um…” Aang stopped in his tracks. “I… never really thought about it… Maybe?”
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