Fics like good to see you again, this is a home to me

That night, with Appa snoring next to them and Katara snuggled against his shoulder, Aang breathed and counted. He raked his mind for very little tradition, every little custom, everything he could remember about Air Nomad culture. Otherwise, it dies with me, he’d thought, suddenly terrified. It dies with me. At ten, you become responsible for your own air bison. They’re companions for life. At eleven, each airbending child gets the chance to visit the wenwú shí of their Temple. At twelve, the standards become higher; assisting the air nuns and monks is your top priority. Thirteen, the first taste of travel; at the Eastern Air Temple, the Shēnqíng de hú will be the start of your spiritual journey. Fourteen is the age of enlightenment; with the mastering of your element, the arrows start being drawn over your skin. It’s a long process, and a sacred one. Each age brings with it something new; with each age, something grows. Needless to say, Aang hasn’t gotten a lot of experience with that. Or, Aang never really stops grieving. Featuring Air Nomad culture, birthdays, and a conversation on a rooftop.

Fics like good to see you again, this is a home to me

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