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Tenzin-Aang, set IDK.

It just wasn't fair.

Tenzin is silent - even more so than usual, which is a hard thing to manage, since whenever he is in his training robes he is always more somber than other boys his age. But as soon as he decided to look down at the floor, he bolts through a window.

Katara bends down and picks up the newly-shorn wolf tail and breathes heavily.

"Don't even think about chasing him, Aang. He wouldn't listen to anybody right now."

Not that his mother blames him - even with one foot in two worlds, he just gave up a piece of his Water Tribe self.

No, she thinks. We made that decision for him.

"Can you tell where he is?"

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"It's usually frowned upon to use our gifts against others, yes."
Being diplomatic, all part of a day's work for the Avatar.

"I miss my hair," Tenzin retorts suddenly. "I used to look like Uncle Sokka. Now I don't look like anybody."

"Really," he says turning to look at his son, raising a single eyebrow as he does so. Aang shakes his head. "I don't know, you still look the exact same to me: the splitting image of your grandfather. Well...except for the baby-skin. I'm afraid you've inherited that from me."

Even though he knows she is no where within earshot, Aang knows that somewhere Toph is being smug at his expense.

"I'm sorry I flew off."

"I understand, apology accepted. You're hardly be the first airbender to remove himself from a stressful situation by flying out a window. Though you might be the first to do so for having his wolf tail cut off, so you do have that going for you.

I am sorry about your hair, Tenzin."

"...Thank you."

For saying 'sorry', and for coming, even though he didn't really want him to.

"I meant what I said before: If you'd prefer to have another teacher I won't be offended. I'm sure Yonten would be more than happy to instruct you if asked."

Yonten is arguably the most skilled of the Acolytes, and as such serves as the Air representative on the Republic City Council.

"Don't be dumb, Dad."

"I can't help it, it's just my lot in this life to be so. It must be such a heavy burden, dealing with my idiocy all the time."

"Of course I wouldn't pick someone else.

"I still want to be Water Tribe, but I'm an Airbender too."

"I should hope so," he says turning serious yet again. "Because you're always going to be both. Just as your brother and sister are always going to be both. They are no less Air Nomad because they are not airbenders, just like you are no less Water Tribe for the loss of your hair.

Never forget, Tenzin: Air can move water too."

Sometimes, being the son of the Avatar is complicated.

But then sometimes, Tenzin can just nod, say "Okay", and have that be enough.

"The Air Nomad tradition of shaving one's head is two-fold," he says in his Lecture Tone. "One, it marks us as students of the Air Traditions. And two it serves as a constant reminder of how we strive to detach ourselves from the trappings of the material world.

Having said that," he pauses, a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "I think you look good."

"Well.

"I am related to Mom."

As Uncle Zuko might say, burn.

Aang pursing his lips is the only warning Tenzin gets before a stray gust of wind catches the back of his robes, and drapes them over his face.

"Daddddddd!"

"Sooooon," Aang counters, just shy of a peal of laughter. "You know, your mother still has your hair. If you want, after your training is done, we could always glue it back on."

"No thank you. I will learn to live with it."

Airbenders, if nothing else, know how to go with the flow...eventually.

"We'll hold on to it just in case. And somewhere secure so your brother doesn't glue it to his face in an effort to be Wang Fire for the Solstice."

"He's already planning something else."

Namely asking Tenzin to bend him into the air so he can be a spirit that actually floats.

"Do I even want to know?"
Aang suddenly sounds very, very tired.

Tenzin manages a slight laugh, and just shakes his head. "Probably not, Dad. Nobody'll get hurt this time."

"I don't suppose I could get that promise in writing and possibly notarized, could I?"
As if such actions would protect Aang from Katara's wrath should...when someone inevitably gets hurt.

"Do you need me to?"

Tenzin - usually, at any rate - does what his dad needs of him.

Aang smiles broadly at his son.
"If I thought for one second that such a thing would carry any weight in the Council of Mom, I just might."

	
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