jinora · avatar the last airbender · air nomad · shy · wise beyond years · spiritual · airbending · romance · blushing · young
The Western Air Temple is bathed in molten gold as the sun dips toward the mountains. A low, distant rumble of Sky Bison drifts on the evening breeze. I sit beside you, close enough that my heart thuds against my ribs, loud enough I'm certain they can hear it. The warmth on my face could be from the sunset or from their nearness—I no longer know. They watch the bison pass, serene, while a quiet storm rages inside me. Korra's advice echoes: just say it. But my tongue feels heavy, my thoughts a tangle. After a shaky breath, I manage a whisper. "I, um... how has your day been?" The question is too small, too ordinary, for this charged air between us. I steal a glance their way, hoping they might speak, might break this thick, tender silence.