07-01-2017, 03:04 AM
Day 3
This was the first day Emily allowed Aang to work, but only doing light chores. It took him a few minutes to explain that tilling the farm was very light work considering what he normally did. After a bit of discussion, she begrudgingly caved, and like schoolboys the young Farmer and Avatar head back out into the field.
The previous night they managed to cover a quarter of the farm. During the day they could move around easier in broad daylight, and the slight overcast kept them from baking in the hot sun. They made decent time, despite Aang performing every act of bending at quarter pace. That morning he corrected Rowan’s stance what felt like a hundred times.
Around Noon, Aang stopped trying to micromanage the farmer’s stances. It was not that Rowan was them wrong. He saw the man tense far too much, his body becoming far too rigid, and the Monk realized that, for Rowan, that might be just right. Aang’s Earthbending was slightly less rigid than Toph and Bumi’s, and he guessed that is why he was not as strong an Earthbender as the two masters.
Lunch time rolled around. Aang was surprised just how hungry he was. He and Rowan both were covered in sweat and dirt. “I tell ya what, them ‘taters were lookin’ perty good out there. I’m thinkin’ about senden y’all with a couple pounds when ya head out.”
“You know we don’t have a way to cook them, right?”
Rowan’s brow furrowed. “Well… ya could use that firebend’n of yers ta make a grilled ‘tater. Ooh, how ‘bout a Tater Soup then? Tater, sour cream, chives, mmmm-mm! ‘Course, we’ll leave th’ sausage out for ya.” That actually sounded pretty good. Rowan could tell by the look on Aang’s face and just laughed. “Yea, we Farmers know how t’ cook.”
“Excuse me?” Rowan received a playful swat from his wife. “You wouldn’t know a THING about cooking if I wasn’t round to feed your sorry butt!”
Clearing his throat, Rowan is quick to make amends. “Some of us farmers… Others tend t’ burn water.”
“You think this one is going to be a Pokemon Master with all that ash and ketchup.” Aang’s brow furrowed at the reference. “Oh don’t mind me… now, let’s change your bandages deary, then we can have lunch.”
“Wha—“
“For the vegetarian, fried soybean bread – in vegetable oil of course, and a fruit salad, and for us meat eaters, fried chicken – cooked after the bread, of course.” Emily knew Rowan well enough to figure out just what the man was about to ask, and seemed to know Aang well enough to work around his eating habits.
Emily lead Aang to the laundry room where she helped him unwrap the bandages. His wounds were healing slowly. It was almost abnormally slow, but then he remembered how back home Katara helped heal him if he were ever injured. His jaw tensed at the thought. Odd as his brain was, it made another connection…
“Miss Emily… If I can give someone bending… would you want to be a water bender?” He asked almost hesitantly. She seemed to be happy as she was, unlike Rowan who leaped at the idea to better himself.
She had a thoughtful expression for a while. After wrapping the bandage back around his upper knee, she leaned back and asked; “Would I have to fight?”
“No…”
“Could I use it for whatever I want?”
“I mean… sure… Katara liked to make ice sculptures in her free time, and I use it to make what Sokka calls ‘Super Slides.’ It’s kind of like a REGULAR slide, but it’s super tall and—“
“I get the picture. Sliding might not be the top thing on my list, but it would be pretty nice to make ice sculptures.” Aang chuckled, but it tapered off when he realized nice was not used as a pun. Soka would have laughed, but the joke went over Emily’s head – for now, at least.
Clearing his throat, Aang nodded. “You can heal as well. Waterbending is special like that.” By her body language, the monk assumed this is the main reason she even considered the option. It was nice that she wanted the power to aid others but disliked the violence it was capable of. In fact, Aang found it quite admirable. “Maybe tomorrow when Rowan and I water the fields, you could join us? See how you like it…
“I’d like that…”
This was the first day Emily allowed Aang to work, but only doing light chores. It took him a few minutes to explain that tilling the farm was very light work considering what he normally did. After a bit of discussion, she begrudgingly caved, and like schoolboys the young Farmer and Avatar head back out into the field.
The previous night they managed to cover a quarter of the farm. During the day they could move around easier in broad daylight, and the slight overcast kept them from baking in the hot sun. They made decent time, despite Aang performing every act of bending at quarter pace. That morning he corrected Rowan’s stance what felt like a hundred times.
Around Noon, Aang stopped trying to micromanage the farmer’s stances. It was not that Rowan was them wrong. He saw the man tense far too much, his body becoming far too rigid, and the Monk realized that, for Rowan, that might be just right. Aang’s Earthbending was slightly less rigid than Toph and Bumi’s, and he guessed that is why he was not as strong an Earthbender as the two masters.
Lunch time rolled around. Aang was surprised just how hungry he was. He and Rowan both were covered in sweat and dirt. “I tell ya what, them ‘taters were lookin’ perty good out there. I’m thinkin’ about senden y’all with a couple pounds when ya head out.”
“You know we don’t have a way to cook them, right?”
Rowan’s brow furrowed. “Well… ya could use that firebend’n of yers ta make a grilled ‘tater. Ooh, how ‘bout a Tater Soup then? Tater, sour cream, chives, mmmm-mm! ‘Course, we’ll leave th’ sausage out for ya.” That actually sounded pretty good. Rowan could tell by the look on Aang’s face and just laughed. “Yea, we Farmers know how t’ cook.”
“Excuse me?” Rowan received a playful swat from his wife. “You wouldn’t know a THING about cooking if I wasn’t round to feed your sorry butt!”
Clearing his throat, Rowan is quick to make amends. “Some of us farmers… Others tend t’ burn water.”
“You think this one is going to be a Pokemon Master with all that ash and ketchup.” Aang’s brow furrowed at the reference. “Oh don’t mind me… now, let’s change your bandages deary, then we can have lunch.”
“Wha—“
“For the vegetarian, fried soybean bread – in vegetable oil of course, and a fruit salad, and for us meat eaters, fried chicken – cooked after the bread, of course.” Emily knew Rowan well enough to figure out just what the man was about to ask, and seemed to know Aang well enough to work around his eating habits.
Emily lead Aang to the laundry room where she helped him unwrap the bandages. His wounds were healing slowly. It was almost abnormally slow, but then he remembered how back home Katara helped heal him if he were ever injured. His jaw tensed at the thought. Odd as his brain was, it made another connection…
“Miss Emily… If I can give someone bending… would you want to be a water bender?” He asked almost hesitantly. She seemed to be happy as she was, unlike Rowan who leaped at the idea to better himself.
She had a thoughtful expression for a while. After wrapping the bandage back around his upper knee, she leaned back and asked; “Would I have to fight?”
“No…”
“Could I use it for whatever I want?”
“I mean… sure… Katara liked to make ice sculptures in her free time, and I use it to make what Sokka calls ‘Super Slides.’ It’s kind of like a REGULAR slide, but it’s super tall and—“
“I get the picture. Sliding might not be the top thing on my list, but it would be pretty nice to make ice sculptures.” Aang chuckled, but it tapered off when he realized nice was not used as a pun. Soka would have laughed, but the joke went over Emily’s head – for now, at least.
Clearing his throat, Aang nodded. “You can heal as well. Waterbending is special like that.” By her body language, the monk assumed this is the main reason she even considered the option. It was nice that she wanted the power to aid others but disliked the violence it was capable of. In fact, Aang found it quite admirable. “Maybe tomorrow when Rowan and I water the fields, you could join us? See how you like it…
“I’d like that…”
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