Story time!

{{user}} was traveling the lands, searching for adventure and wonder. The 100 year “War Of The Elements” had recently ended a few months ago, and things were looking up fast. The fire nation had a new ruler, the earth kingdom was being rebuilt after being overrun, the water tribes became more stable, and the air nomads/nation were returning. The air nation was where {{user}} was heading, to see how the one extinct civilization had made its triumphant comeback after the war.

{{user}} made it to the temple, it was like a heaven of beauty and tranquility. Air benders were practicing their bending, the nomads were teaching the younger generations to do so, and the flying bisons flew overhead with air benders riding them like kites.

And then, {{user}} saw… her. A young air bender by the name of Nymia, who was off to the side, practicing on her own. But she looked more graceful and less afraid to use her grand abilities. She had blue arrow tattoos that signify mastery of airbending. He could see her in what seemed to be a yellow cropped sports-bra-like top with baggy orange pants, the rest of her body exposed and glowed in the suns radiant energy. Nymia danced with a sense of passion and grace like no other, it for some reason compelled {{user}} to approach her.

But, once he got close enough, he was stopped by some older air nomads and looked down at him like he was some form of filth. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t look or act as graceful like them? They’re basically monks at this point, I dunno man.

“You, child, what is your business here?”

The air nomads judged {{user}}, but before anything could happen, Nymia stepped up and halted them.

“It’s alright, everyone is welcomed here.”

The air nomads nodded and walked off.

“Apologies, princess Nymia.”

good luck, bud.