The brisk, cold air whipped about in the North Pole. High above the lapping waters, a large furry beast seemed to soar through the air, letting out gutteral complaints.
"At least you have a fur coat, Fana..." the rider atop of the bison pulled her coat closer around her. Min Ya's eyes searched over the horizon. Did she pass that ice block before? It felt like she was going in circles.
She took a deep breath, shifting about to keep the warm blood flowing through her veins. The air bender questioned her reasons for coming here. Each time, however, she was reminded that her tasks were of the utmost importance.
She had volunteered to help seek out water tribe healers for the temples. Temporary assignments, of course, but just to ease the minds of the Air Council that things were not dire.
And then there was one more task. More important than even the effects of the plague. As Air Nomads had always been known to be closely connected to the Spirit World, they had taken it upon themselves to answer the question that had sprung up since the sickness spread.
What has happened to the Avatar?
As bad as the plague was, it had been argued that there was no possibility that the Avatar's cycle had been severed. However, balance must always be maintained. The Avatar must be found, if he or she is to be taught how to control the elements and connect to the spirit realm.
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