Lin practically collapsed through the doorway, so relieved to be home she could have fallen asleep right there on the floor. The earthbender was on her way to the couch, leaving a trail of metal armor in her wake as she bent it from her lean frame. She was about to pass out on the peice of furniture when she heard Pema call her name in a small, scared voice.
“Love, are you alright?” She asked worriedly, her exhaustion immediately forgotten.
But it’s the Air Mafia’s mama’s birthday and I couldn’t not draw something(and a not so good birthday D:). So here, airbabies and airdaddy hugging mama. (Probably when they went to get Pema and Rohan after they split up with Mako and Korra.)
Pema frowned at the dirt on her daughter’s clothed. “Sweetheart, what on Earth?” She took a staggered step back as Jinora’s voice rose, unable to remember when her daughter last yelled at her. “Norabug, just come inside and we can figure this out.”
Jinora shook her head at the woman, her arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t know what you want with me, ma'am, but you’re not getting me in there!” It wasn’t safe for kids like her to go into houses, especially when the owners were pretending to know you. “How do you even know my name?”
Tenzin stood nervously by the pond as he waited for Pema to arrive. He was excited to get to know her, yet he was nervous since he was still technically dating Lin.
This is just a “date” with a friend. Nothing romantic. Like when Kya has “date night” with her “girl friends”. He kept trying to reassure himself, but he still felt the guilt in his gut. She’s also only about 17 years old…
After about ten minutes of waiting, he heard someone approaching from behind. Turning around, he saw it was the girl he was waiting for.
Tenzin handed her a handkerchief to cough into and catch the blood. “Don’t be ridiculous.” His throat tightened around the gental reproof. He caressed her cheek as he lost her eye contact. “Pema! Pema, are you still with me? I need to go get a healer. Will you be alright here?”
“Tenzin?” Pema questioned curiously. Normally, she would think he would jump at the chance to leave behind his paperwork to spend time with the kids. Her brow knit in concern and she moved to rest a hand over his. “Love, what’s wrong?”
“Hmm,” Tenzin was use to answering her voice, acknowledging it at least. If he ignored it, it would stay, but if he answered it would go. Today wasn’t a day the airbender wanted to be haunted. “Yes dear?” He tried to banish the presence again.
However, at the actual warmth of another hand lying over his, Tenzin physically winced and jerked his hand away. “Stop that,” he snapped. A tear trailed down his cheek and broke on the surface of his desk.
“Who else would it be, silly sifu?” Pema laughed as he brought her down from his shoulders. As she caught sight of him, though, her eyes narrowed. “You’re old.”
“Well…” Tenzin trailed off, setting her down in his lap. Another spell, he figured, the Spirits or whomever was doing all this. At her observation, he laughed. “Not old, just ti - alright, old. However you are quite young.”
Lin had very few emergency contacts, a woman like her didn’t normally need them, until now. The police chief found herself starting at the ceiling in a daze, the white of the hospital room almost blinding her further. A letter had been sent a few days ago to the Southern Water Tribe informing Tenzin about the situation since there really wasn’t anyone else.
Her mind drifted to Pema. She knew the acolyte would discover the message. Until then, the metalbender closed her eyes, trying her best to will the pain away. A broken leg was no use to an earthbender, let alone one riddled with bullets as well.