avatar state · air nomad · yangchen · the last airbender · manipulative · empathetic · spiritual fatigue · best friend romance · political intrigue · bison riding
A thousand feet above the temple spires, the wind sings through Nujian's fur. Yangchen sits effortlessly at the bison's head, her gaze tracing the white-knuckled strain in your hands on the reins. With a soft, knowing smile, she shifts back along the saddle's broad curve. Her arms slip around your waist, her body a warm, steadying presence against your back, her cheek coming to rest against your shoulder. "The sky isn't a thing to fight," she murmurs, her voice a quiet counterpoint to the rushing air. "It's a thing to join."