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The first thing Miko sees as she comes to are the big, white, fluffy clouds overhead. Wind's in her hair, sharp against her bare skin. She's moving much faster than normal, gut wrenching, head pounding. Her first thought is that she's fallen asleep above deck again and she's gotten sea sick from it; but then she realizes she's much higher than normal too. Miko jumps to her feet, wobbling with the sudden burst of energy. "Great Spirits! I'm in the sky!" It's then she remembers what happened on Kyoshi Island; her head throbs once more with a particularly vicious ache at the memories. She frowns and rubs her head.

"Sokka, your prisoner is awake."

That's when she sees them -- the Avatar and his friends. The boy, Sokka, sits the closest to Miko. He's got a darker complexion than anyone in the fire nation. His head is shaved on either side and around the back, though not in a manner that makes him look bald the way Zuko's does; the little bit of untouched hair is pulled back -- it's a wolf's tail. Miko's fascinated by his eyes -- they're a shade of blue she never thought possible. She's not sure what to compare them to. The sky? The ocean? Nothing seems to fit. They're so light. Light, that is, until they land on Miko.

When he looks at her, she knows exactly what to compare Sokka's eyes too. Ice. They're hard, cold; they get the slightest shade darker. Does he already dislike her?

He positions himself in front of his sister and the Avatar, aims that curved weapon in Miko's face. She can see it more clearly now. The edges are painted white, sharp, though not nearly as much as Zuko's swords; on one end there are two, small holes. Miko isn't sure what they're for. Areo-dinamics perhaps? The handle is wooden, and the blue metal looks silver in the morning sun.

"Don't move priso -- hey!" Whatever Sokka was going to say was cut off when Miko snatches the weapon right out of his hands. She's not using it against them, though. In fact, she sits back down, examines the thing more closely. The ache on her head is all but forgotten.

"What is it?" Miko asks. She's holding the weapon up towards the sun now, just to watch the light gleam off the metal work. "How does it work?"

Sokka scoffs, jabs his thumb at her and gives his sister and Aang a look like What's wrong with this girl? Unfortunately, the duo is less than helpful, just giggling like the scene is the funniest thing ever. Looks like he's on his own; so he gives Miko his best, most exasperated stare, usually only reserved for Katara when she's being particularly difficult and bossy. "Seriously? It's a boomerang! How do you not know how it works?"

She shrugs, still turning the thing in her hands. "I don't know much about weapons."

Sokka rolls his eyes, runs a hand over his face. Girls. Honestly, they'd be the death of him. "You throw it, and it comes back. Now could you --"

"I want to try it!" Sokka lets out a shout of protest, moves to stop her, but before he reaches her, Miko's already throwing his boomerang. It disappears behind the clouds; she watches for it, ignoring the Water Tribe boy as he rants. Something about the rules of being a prisoner. He doesn't notice when the boomerang comes flying back, and he's too busy with his raving to catch it before it clocks him on the back of the head. Sokka glares at her, rubbing at his own sore spot; then his glare turns to Aang and Katara when he catches them snickering. Miko stares back at Sokka, a sheepish little smile spreading across her features.

"You did that on purpose!" Sokka accuses. "You're trying to escape!"

"Sokka, we're fifty feet in the air!" Katara protests. "Where is she going to go?" Her hair is pulled back in a simple braid, two identical loops on either side of her face, shaping her head quite nicely. She's got the same skin tone as her brother. They share the same eyes too, but hers are much softer than his, almost maternal, even though she's much too young to be a mother.

"I don't know!" Sokka throws his hands in the air, raises his voice. "Maybe she's going to jump over the side to her doom so we can't use her to get to her crazy cousin!" She doesn't know how he knows Zuko is her cousin. Perhaps, Aang has told him and Katara -- Miko vaguely remembers talking, albeit briefly, about Zuko with Aang back on her cousin's ship. There's something about the Water Tribe boy, too, that reminds Miko of Zuko. Perhaps, it's the raised voice or how he was so quick to get frustrated, or maybe it's that look behind his eyes -- the one that says he's so sure of himself, so absolutely right.

The attitude starts a fight between the two siblings, so Miko stands and waddles her way towards the lip of the saddle -- because that, she realizes, is what they've been sitting on. Walking in the sky is much the same as walking on the sea. It's difficult until the footing is mastered. Miko minds her steps, moves slowly. The wind rustles her hair, pulling a few strands loose from her hairdo and aggravating her slightly injured head. Miko notices the Avatar isn't sitting with them; he's a few feet away, perched on something furry -- it's a head. Mostly white fur, a patch of brown in the shape of an arrow, which comes to a stop on the creature's forehead. Something clicks, and Miko lets out a squeak. Everyone's attention is drawn to her as she slides down next to the Avatar, pokes her head downwards.

"You must be the flying cow!" He's got a large, chubby face -- the fattest cheeks Miko has ever seen. His eyes are huge, far apart, dark, and he's got a big, black nose. The fur on his head is a bit shaggy, making it look as though the creature has a fringe. From the angle she's at, Miko can see under the beast's belly; he's got six feet and one massive tail that sometimes swishes underneath him. He opens his ginormous mouth, lets out a rumble; Miko feels the vibrations from under her. His teeth are colossal too. He's absolutely marvelous.

"Bison," Aang corrects as he pulls her back up before she topples over the edge.

"Bison," Miko echos. Chittering makes her look down; she shrieks again. "You have a flying monkey too?!" Miko takes the critter in her hands, softly rubs his little head. He's got round, bright green eyes; his ears are twice the size of his head. Dark fur forms a small heart shape around his face; the rest of his body is covered in lighter fur, save for a few spots around his neck, tail, and joints. He's beautiful.

"That's Momo," Aang introduces. "He's new to the family."

"Family..." Miko lets her eyes roam over the other three kids on the bison's back. Have they already bonded that much? How long have they known each other? She abandons these questions, however, when another thought strikes her. "Hold on. You said I was your prisoner?"

"Sokka's idea, not mine," Aang says. He fiddles with the reins tied around the bison's horns. Miko guesses he's uncomfortable with the whole scenario.

Miko nods slowly. "But, if I'm a prisoner why are my hands like this?" She holds them up and waves them around a bit as Momo flies away. "Shouldn't they be more like..." Miko shifts, moving her arms behind her.

Sokka huffs, folds his arms and sticks his nose in the air. "Unlike the Fire Nation, we are humane to our prisoners! We treat them with dignity and respect and --"

"He couldn't find any rope," Katara says.

"Don't tell her that!" Sokka snaps.

"I have rope." Miko reaches inside her robes, pulling out the string of rope Zuko had given her before they'd left the ship. She hadn't actually been listening to what she was supposed to do with it -- perhaps he wanted her to tie the Avatar up with it. Instead, she tosses it to Sokka.

He stares at her for a moment, as if he thought the rope was somehow rigged to explode. "Why would you -- oh, never mind. Just turn around so I can bind you!" She does just that.

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The city of Omashu was a large one with winding tracks and pyramid-esque buildings. Above the sky is clear, save for a few straggling clouds, crystal blue; the sun seems to beam ever so brightly here. In the background there are ginormous, snow covered hills. From a distance, there's something especially breathtaking; perhaps, it's the fact that Miko can see everything all at once. It's something plucked right out of a painting. "I use to always come here to visit my friend Bumi." Aang is grinning up at the city, that childish twingle back in his eyes.

"Wow." Katara pauses at the edge of the hill, staring up at the pyramid structures. Her eyes appear cyan in the reflection of the sun. "We don't have buildings like this in the South Pole."

"They have buildings that don't melt!" Sokka grins, and for a moment he doesn't seem so serious, actually sort of looks his own age; maybe he even appears a bit younger than Katara for a moment.

Miko shifts from her position on the bison's back at the mention of their home. She still can't get the image of those children out of her head, even though they were all perfectly fine by now. It's just that she keeps thinking they'll all be frightened, now, possibly for years to come. Perhaps they wouldn't ever trust anyone from the Fire Nation ever again. And who could blame them? Did they even deserve their trust? They'd invaded their home. And for what? Honor? What was so honorable about attacking innocent, defenseless people?

She eyes Sokka for a moment, watching the back of his head as he and his sister marveled at the grand city before them. He has, she thinks, every right to mistrust her. After all, it wasn't like she had exactly stopped her cousin from hurting anyone. And Zuko... What was he thinking now? If he caught up with them after he'd found out they'd taken her... She didn't even want to think about what he'd do to them.

"Let's go slow pokes! The real fun's inside the city!" Aang leaps from the hill without waiting for the others; he lands a few meters away in a pile of snow, sliding the rest of the way down.

Katara stretches out her arm, stopping the Avatar in his tracks. "Wait Aang!" She remembers what happened on Kyoshi Island, and she knows the guilt is still eating him up inside even though he hadn't done any harm himself and had done his best to protect those people. She doesn't want anything like that to ever happen again. "It could be dangerous if people find out you're the Avatar." Her eyes shift behind her to the Fire Nation princess, still sitting on Appa's back. "And we can't exactly walk in with a prisoner. What do you think that would look like?"

Sokka nods in agreement. He doesn't care much for the idea of untying the prisoner -- what if she tries to give them the slip? -- but Katara is right. If they were going to be visiting any more places off course they need to be discrete about it. There is no need to draw any undo attention to themselves -- no need to hold up any neon painted banners for Zuko to easily follow. "You two need disguises."

Katara walks over to the small bag she's brought with her from home, the one Gran Gran had given her and Sokka before they'd run off after Zuko's ship. She's got some extra clothes in there; Katara takes some out and turns to Miko. "Here, you can borrow these. They might not be your exact size, and they might be different material than what you're use to, you being a princess and all but --"

"They're perfect," Miko says, taking them in her hands quickly. "And fuzzy." She pets the soft, white fur material with a soft smile before slipping the blue Water Tribe coat and pants on over her own red Fire Nation get up. Katara was right in assuming they wouldn't fit quite right. The princess is much smaller, much lankier than the Water Tribe girl, and thus her parka nearly swallows her whole. What's more, the material is rather itchy in comparison to the clothes of her home nation. They're thicker too, much warmer than the thin threads she'd been wearing before, but it makes her fidgety.

She's freezing, though, so she's glad for the warmth... For about two minutes. Then she remembers what she and her cousin have done to their little village. Somehow it doesn't seem appropriate for her to wear these garments, even if Katara has offered them to her, even if she did plan to give them back once they were finished with whatever business they had in Omashu. Katara and Sokka's home had been attacked by the Fire Nation, not just by Miko and her cousin, by other soldiers as well. Miko remembers the war stories. (The soldiers of the Fire Nation love to boast about their success after a mission.) Their people had been taken away from them by her people -- merely because they wore fabric like these. She's always been told they deserved it, that they were dangerous savages who needed to be taught better. But she's beginning to reconsider everything she's been taught in school. It isn't right for Miko to take these clothes, even if a disguise was, indeed, necessary.

She starts to tug the parka off. "Actually I don't think I can --"

"Wait a minute!" The interruption comes from Sokka. He's glaring at her; and for one brief moment Miko thinks he's going to scream at her for wearing his tribe's clothing. Instead, he glances down at her hands. "Weren't you tied up a second ago?"

Miko scratches at her head, lets out a small laugh. She's so small in that oversized, blue coat. Almost child-like. "I accidentally burnt them off a few hours ago. I didn't want to make a fuss."

"You're a fire bender too?" This somehow seems to make Sokka's dislike for her grow exponentially. It's bad enough she's Fire Nation, but fire bending is crossing a line!

"Why haven't you just used your fire bending to escape?" Katara wonders.

Miko shrugs. "I don't really know how to...I'm, uh, not very good at it." The siblings give her identical looks of skepticism.

Aang frowns, but he ignores Miko's comment, looking up at the older boy with a tilted head. "Well what am I supposed to do? Grow a mustache?"

That, as it turns out, is exactly what he does. With Sokka and Katara's assistance, Aang makes a wig and fake facial hair via Appa's fur; they're heading towards the city within fifteen minutes, Miko now stuck with her disguise, the other teens not leaving her a second to suggest she get another one. There's a long path leading to the entrance of the city; on either side is a chasm so deep the bottom is hidden by dark shadows. Aang, Miko, and the two Water Tribe siblings walk together along the path, Appa waiting for them back on the hill, Momo hiding in Aang's wig. Ahead of their group is one lone cabbage merchant, and ahead of him is none other than Li Kun and Lin.

The twins stand before the guards at the entrance gate. Three pairs of eyes are glued to the duo -- they're dressed in rags and caked in dirt. The girl's hair is matted, dried mud hardening a few strands and sticking them together; there's knots running all the way up to her scalp, making her head look like a bush. And the boy's in desperate need of a haircut. They've never seen a proper home or had the proper care children their age need, this much is clear. Filthy street rats, up to no good.

"State your business."

"We're here to visit our grandfather," the boy tells him, grinning up at him with mildly crooked teeth.

"Mhm. And who is your grandfather?"

The guard's expecting something outlandish and unbelievable, but he is ill prepared for what comes out of the girl's mouth. "The King."

His initial reaction is to laugh it off. These two, pathetic as they are, can not possibly be related to his king. They're too...unruly. But upon further inspection, he supposes the king is himself a rather unusual man. He gives a quick glance to his fellow guards; they don't seem to think anything of it, merely shrugging in response to his silent question. "Very well. Move along, you two."

"Oh, thank you, sir," the girl says.

"We'll be sure to put in a good word for you with Grandfather," the boy says. "Maybe he'll give you a promotion!" And with that they disappear inside the city. The merchant steps up next, wheeling his cart with him; the guard inspects the goods, a scowl quickly forming. They're brown, wilted; several of the heads are mushy. "Rotten cabbages?! What kind of slum do you think this is?" Omashu deserves better. He squashes the cabbage he's holding, smacking two more from the merchant's hands. And, just to make his point abundantly clear, he earth bends a rock under the cart, shoots it straight into the air. The whole thing tumbles down the side of the chasm.

The merchant gaps, leans over the side of the trail. He's gawking down at the abyss, as if that would somehow make his rotten goods return to him. "No! My cabbages!" He's dramatically waving his arms now as the other guards usher him inside the city walls. What a fool.

The next group is even more irksome than the last two. At the front is an old timer -- small and frail, skinny little arms, as if the man's made entirely out of broken sticks. His hair is snow white, spiked sky high; his facial hair covers more than half his mouth. He's walking with a long staff, hunched over ever so slightly. There's three children behind him -- teenagers. The guard takes no notice of them; he earth bends a boulder, levitates it over the old man. If he has to repeat the same routine every time someone enters city limits, he has to at least make things interesting. "State your business!"

The old man moves much faster than the guard anticipates; he's in front of him in seconds, face to face. He pokes the guard in the chest. There's something almost youthful about the way he speaks. "My business is my business, young man, and none of yours!" The guard drops the boulder, having lost his concentration; the teenagers jump as it makes impact with the ground once more. The old man forces the guard to take a step back, pointing a finger in his face. "I have half a mind to bend you over my knee and paddle your backside!" The teens are shaking their heads at the older man, eyeing the guard nervously, but he only lets out an exasperated sigh.

Great, he thinks. Just another crazy old man to deal with.

"Settle down old timer," he says, pushing him back slightly. "Just tell me who you are."

The old man stands back, leans on his cane once more, looking quite pleased with himself. "Name's Bonzu Pippinpaddleopsicopolis, the Third." He gestures to the three teenagers behind him, who slowly seems to recover from their shock. "And these are my grandchildren." They look nothing alike, but it could be that they're all adopted. He decides its best if he doesn't question it.

One of the girls steps forward, gives a nice smile and a polite little wave. "Hi. June Pippinpaddleopsicopolis. This is my sister Sha, and my brother Pang. Nice to meet you."

The story seems believable enough, and these people don't appear to have any ill intentions. Still, someone with as much fire as this old man could cause a lot of...issues in a city like Omashu. The guard eyes the girls for a moment, pointing at them. "You seem like responsible young ladies. See to it that your grandfather stays out of trouble!"

"We will!" June responds with another kind smile. And their group starts into the city.

But as the boy, Pang, passes, an uneasy look in his eyes, the guard gets another idea. "Wait a minute!" Their group freezes. He points at the boy. "You're a strong young boy! Show some respect for the elderly and carry your grandfather's bag!"

"Good idea!" Bonzu grins; he tosses the bag he's carrying over his shoulder at his grandson with an unnatural ease. The boy stumbles, but he quickly recovers and hurries off, following the other three into the city limits. As they go, the guard swears he sees something pop out of the old man's head -- ears, big and pointy. He tries to get a better look, but the group quickly disappears and he's got no choice but to dismiss it as his own imagination. He shakes his head. The stress of the job must be getting to him.

He's got too much on his plate as it was. He doesn't need to be worrying about some insignificant travelers that he'll likely never see again. It's not as though they were sneaking something in that isn't allowed inside the city -- at least, he doubts so. If anything, it must have been an animal, though why they would hide their pet is beyond him -- animals aren't forbidden in Omashu. The King himself has a pet. Or maybe the guard is just trying to rationalize with himself, reassure himself that he hadn't made a mistake by letting them in. Surely, they aren't lying about who they were. They are good, honest people. He'd be able to tell if they were lying, of course he would. He is trained well enough. Who would lie about their identity anyways? "Wait a minute..." It's not the Pippinpaddleopsicopolis family he should be worried about. "King Bumi doesn't even have children, never mind grandchildren! Who were those kids?!"

It doesn't take long for the twins to find trouble. They're being chased down by a lowly shopkeep within minutes of entering the city (what they need parts for their next model to the wheeled shoes! An inventor's work is never done). Meanwhile, Aang's brought the Water Tribe siblings and Miko to the edge of the city; they're looking up at the various chutes, running over and along the green roofed houses. It's the delivery system, Aang tells them. "Earth bending brings the packages up, and gravity brings them down."

"Great," Sokka says, a bit less than enthused. "So they get their mail on time."

"They do get their mail on time!" Aang nods. He's got the biggest grin on his face. His eyes are alight with a certain spark; it's one Miko's never seen before -- something almost devious. His voice is elevated too, but it's not in the same way Zuko raises his voice. There's a hint of laughter behind his words. "But my friend Bumi," he squints here, which only adds to the mischief of his demeanor, "found a better use for these chutes -- as a super slide!"

He's running off before anyone can question his antics, giggling despite the fact that he was supposed to be a frail old man. Sokka raises an eyebrow as he watches him go. "A super slide?"

Katara shrugged. "I guess it could be fun..." But she regrets those words moments later. They follow Aang to the top of the chutes -- it must be well over twenty feet high. The people and buildings down below transform into little specs, like tiny paint splatters, the higher they go. Somehow they manage to steal an empty cart without getting caught by the Earth benders working to deliver the mail. The four of them squeeze inside the cart; it's a tight fit but they manage.

The cart rocks back and forth, teetering on the edge of the chute. Miko clutches the sides. Perhaps this isn't such a good idea after all. There aren't any safety features on this thing. What if they fall out?

Aang isn't worried, though. He's practically bouncing in his place at the front of the cart; Miko can just see him over the Water Tribe sibling's heads raising a finger in the air. "One ride! Then, we're off to the North Pole! Air bender's honor."

Miko tilts her head to the side, trying to see past the siblings so she could get a better look at him. "North Pole?" Why would they need to go there?

"Yeah, so I can learn water bending," Aang tells her.

Sokka jumps forward to cover the air bender's mouth; the cart rocks none too gently. "Shh!! Don't tell her that! She's the enemy!"

Katara grumbles something unintelligible under her breath, shoves her brother back. The cart rocks even more, groaning a bit, rock against rock. "You're the one who thought it was such a great idea to take a prisoner!"

Miko frowns, ignoring the siblings. "I don't understand. Don't you already know water bending?"

"Well, being trapped inside an ice-burge for a hundred years didn't leave me a lot of study time."

"What?"

"Ready?!"

Aang sits up as Katara begins to protest. It's difficult to see from the ground up, but the chutes are very steep. "Now that I'm here I'm having second tho-o-oughts -- aah!!!" The cart's balance is tipped when Aang leans forward; it's sent down the slope at incredible speed. Miko squeals and shuts her eyes against the harsh winds. She's never felt anything like this before. Her stomach is flipping around wildly, and her hair is flapping in her face. Her tight grip on the rims of the box dyes her knuckles an even paler white. She can only think Spirits, please don't let us fall out!

Katara is screaming, and Sokka's shoulders are tense in front of her. Momo is poking his head out of Aang's wig, squinting his little eyes against the wind. The Avatar himself was having a ball, giggling uncontrollably. Miko was just trying not get sick all over the back of Sokka's head, lest it give him yet another reason to dislike her. (He'd probably accuse her of doing it on purpose.)

The chute they're riding pulls next to another one, parallel to them; they're hurtled by it just in time to see the box of sharp spears racing downwards next to them. Everyone eyes the cart, not saying a word. This is not going to end well...

The two tracks merge together a few feet below; the spear-cart ends up behind them. It's quickly gaining. Miko is sure she's about to be impaled. She looks back, but lets out a yelp as her neck is snapped in the opposite direction; they're moving too fast. Sokka gasps as he turns as well and pulls her down, just before the spears skewer the both of them. Yes, this was most definitely a bad idea. Miko can see that now. She makes a note to never ever let the Avatar talk her into doing anything 'fun' ever again.

Katara screams when she turns to see how close the spears are; this prompts Aang to turn as well. He's still laughing and grinning though. "I'm on it!" He hits the sides of the cart, rocking it viciously, causing it to shoot straight off the track and into the air. Miko grits her teeth as they slam onto a roof, the cart grinding and sparks flying in the air as the green tiles of the roof go flying into the air. This is so much worse than being stabbed!

Below, there's a soldier speaking to a group of lower ranking men. He's been training them for -- he can't even remember how long. It's been ages. "Men," he tells them, "you'll be going off to combat soon. It's important that you be prepared for anything." At that very second, a mail cart filled with children slammed down between the soldier and the other men; it's moving so fast it ricochets, shoots back into the air and keeps going. The soldier shakes his head. "Including a bunch of kids using the mail system as a super slide randomly dropping from the sky... Apparently." He sighs. And here he thought he only had to deal with this sort of nonsense when the King got bored.

The cart breaks through the railing closing off the other chute and crosses the track, knocking over one of the supply carts, spilling a load of pumpkins all over the ground. The knocked over cart lies on the track, where another incoming cart crashes into it. They enter the chute, continue sliding down at unbelievable speed.

"Aang, do something!" Katara yelps. "Use your air bending!"

Aang's grin widens. "Good idea! That'll make us go even faster!" Miko's stomach churns at the thought. Weren't they already going fast enough? But he thrusts his hands out before she can protest, and the wind's pushing them down the chute twice as fast now. They pass by a restaurant, where a couple is eating together. They look up in surprise at the kids flashing by while the waiter dashes over to see what is going on.

An earthbender soldier is waiting for the arrival of the next cart. As a cart of scrolls stops in front of him, the cart with the kids is flying down an incredibly steep slope. As the slope flattens out, the kids cry out in alarm as they are moments from colliding with the motionless cart in front of the bender. The earthbender on duty at that station sends it on its way, briefly relieving the kids in the speeding cart. Much to the riders' horror, another cart instantly pops up from the tube below the bender. Before it can be moved, the kids' cart crashes into it, catapulting them and their cart into the air, high above a lower level of the city.

Aang air bends the cart in front of them as they fall, making them drop back into the cart before Miko even realizes her body has left it in the first place. The kids ride down several roofs, leaving damaged tiles in their wake, the cart's grinding rattling Miko's teeth. They crash through a craftsman's home, where he whistles serenely as he puts the final touches on a vase. The cart flies through one window, ricochets off of the floor where the vase is, smashing it and making the riders grunt, and flying out the window opposite. The craftsman peers out the ruined window as a dust cloud emerges, revealing that the cart has crashed against something else.

"Sorry!" Aang calls over his shoulder as they keep going. Miko is holding onto the edges of the cart for dear life; she doesn't dare open her mouth to scream, lest she accidentally bite her own tongue off. This nightmare of a ride, she's sure, is never going to end!

They land on a balcony and slide through another house. Emerging on the other side, a bearded cat chases Momo around Aang's wig until the lemur pushes it off. The cart smashes through a parapet and drops vertically. Below, the merchant that had his cabbage cart thrown into the abyss earlier, now cuddling a cabbage at a replacement cart, is alerted by something coming from up above, and he walks from underneath the cart's roof to check it out. He gasps in horror as the kids' cart drops from the sky, just barely darting out of the way in time. The cart makes contact, smashing the replacement cart to pieces and scattering what intact cabbages are left all over. In the same instance, Li Kun and Lin round the corner, just in time for a head-on collision with the other kids' cart. Aang, Katara, Miko, the twins, and Sokka are in a tangled heap by the remains, while Momo elegantly floats down.

A group of guards rush over, readying themselves for a fight, prepared to earth bend if necessary, as the cabbage merchant screams and shouts over his lost cabbages and rages over how he intended to make the kids pay for them. Aang's disguise is pretty much gone by now, his air bending arrow peeking through his destroyed wig. He grins, a bit dazed, up at the adults. "Two cabbages, please."