He naturally assumed she was a Bender. She recognized him as a pro-Firebender but didn’t run away in fright or turn her back on him with a scowl of disdain. Just his golden eyes alone were often enough to make food vendors refuse to sell to him, merchants refuse to trade with him, women hurry their children over to the other side of the street when he passed. He couldn’t tell what type she was at first glance; she had the green eyes of an Earthbender but the hair black as ebony and skin w...
