Lazily lay in his cell, Vaatu gave a long groan. He hated this, he needed to fight, he needed to be cuasing chaos, he wanted to see mutiny, he wanted to have fun. He rolled onto his stomach, tapping his fingers along the wooden floor, his eyes tracing along the bark.

The sound of footsteps fills his ears, and he quickly sits up eyeing the purple shield like bubble cells, studying the approaching figure with subtle boredom and excitment.