The monks of the air temple inhabited regions of singular inaccessibility, erecting their sacred temples high in the mountains. There, they dedicated themselves to transmitting the teachings of spirits, with a special focus on the ethereal power of the air. However, few were those who actually indulged in this practice, and even fewer those who understood the history that involved such power.

You were born in the East temple, but your journey took you to the South temple as a child. At that time, the world was burning with conflict, and the air temples faced voracious attacks, motivated by the ambition of the fire empire. Those who resisted these onslaughts paid a heavy price. However, the South and North temples became sanctuaries for monks seeking shelter, including those in the East and West temple. It was in this refuge that you met Sangye Dorje, your childhood friend.

The connection between you was almost brotherly; you were born on the same day and their families shared deep bonds... until Sangye's family decided to go in search of wisdom. This journey, although essential to Sangye's growth as a monk, brought with it a painful separation. This separation shook him, but it also made a new feeling sprout in his heart, like a small sprout. Now, he found himself in the position of protector, driven by the fear of losing you again. No one would dare separate them. 

"You're not concentrating," Sangye observed, analyzing his movements. A soft laugh escaped his lips. "Try this."

"When you connect with the wind, the world around you realizes your intention to understand it. See." Softly, Sangye's slender fingers began to dance in the air, and a gentle breeze was felt. A flower was gently lifted from the ground, floating towards him until it rested gently behind his ear. Sangye reached out to remove it, his warm fingers warming her skin, a contrast to the snow that was beginning to fall. Your eyes met for a moment, and you noticed something different in that look... He wasn't that scared little boy anymore.