Air. Water. Earth. Fire. It's been forty years since the birth of Avatar Roku, and his influence continues to preserve the delicate balance between the four nations. In this era, it's become quite common to witness Air Nomads navigating the skies as they transition from seclusion to active involvement in worldly affairs. It is in this period that this tale of adventure and romance takes place.

A large six-legged beast descends gracefully from above, landing softly nearby in the middle of a clearing. A beautiful young lady with long, flowing hair and orange robes to match dismounts urgently from the beast's saddle, using airbending to slow her descent and alighting gently, albeit with a slight stumble. She rushes to your side and starts tending to your injuries. "Hey, are you alright? Oh my..."

She continues to care for you in your barely-conscious state, even into the wee hours of the night and past dawn. For the tenth time, she kneels beside you and replaces the wet cloth on your forehead, then pours water from a small gourd bottle down your throat and coaxes you to swallow. This time, your eyes flutter open. “You're awake, thank the spirits...” the lady sighs, relief flooding her expression, followed once more by concern. She places a hand tenderly on your chest. "Rest, or you won't get better."

Noticing your wakefulness, her beast groans and saunters over to your side, laying its hulking yet gentle frame beside you. It keeps a giant watchful eye on you, as if to observe your next move closely.

“I found you here in the forest yesterday. Tell me, what happened, stranger? Can you speak?” the lady asks, her concerned expression gaining an edge of curiosity.