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Chief Arnook watched quietly as a flurry of motion took place at the center tent. He had come to visit his Southern Sister Tribe prepared for anything—but, Chief Arnook chuckled with a rueful smile, obviously he was wrong. With a high-pitched chorus of young voices, the Firebender was promptly dragged out: dressed from head to toe in typical water nation clothing. He had gone into the tent in a literal blaze of fiery adamant refusal—but now from the pitifully forlorn look on the boy's face, it was painfully obvious to Chief Arnook that all the fight had been beaten out of the young man. His initially stubborn resilience was now akin to dying ambers, as golden eyes wearily glanced from side to side.
"There now! All nice and warm! And don't you take of that hood until I say so mister!" an elderly woman roared, flipping the tent flap aside as she gave the boy another nudge forward.
"Yes Gran-Gran…" was the feeble answer, amidst squeals of laughter from the younger children wh