Avatar: The Last Airbender } Beneath the Trees
Word Count: 472
Genre: Fluff
Ships?: Jet/Mai
→Familyships?: Jet+Mai+Sarya
Characters: Jet, Mai [original character] Sarya
→Cameos: Pipsqueak
Rating: G
Spoilers: None!
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Haha, I owed this to you about a billion years ago, xlovelylightx but it's done! And I actually like it, what is this nonsense. Hope you enjoy, Lovely! ♥
Mai teaches her daughter a lesson.
Beneath the Trees
There’s no wind tussling the fire-brand branches of the forest and the dusty-cool smell of autumn is thick in the air. It’s the perfect day for Sarya to learn how to use the zip lines.
Her daughter’s hair sticks out at all angles wherever it’s not tied back in her thin brown ponytail. Her wide pale gold eyes stare out into the empty air between this tree and the next. Sunlight streams down through the canopy to rest on the pale mousy brown shoulders of her simple dress.
“Sarya?” Mai’s lips quirk when the girl turns towards her, trying to disguise the way she had been nibbling at her nails. “Are you scared?”
She shakes her head. “No, mama.”
“It’s alright to be scared,” she says, crouching down next to her daughter on the edge of the wooden platform. “Your father has told you that hasn’t he?”
“Hm,” Sarya mumbled, nodding resolutely. “I’m not scared though. Daddy’s waiting at the other end, right?”
“That’s right,” Mai said, picking her daughter up by the armpits and holding her in front of the rope handle that would carry her to the tree house farther below. She presses a kiss to the crown of her daughter’s head, taking in the soft scent of ginger. So much milder than the saffron smell that clung to her father. “Are you ready?”
She shakes her head quickly. “Daddy’s not there yet!”
Raising her eyebrows slowly, Mai looks over her daughter’s shoulder. Almost immediately, she sees Jet flinch and punch Pipsqueak on the arm, cutting off whatever conversation they had been in down below. “Sorry, pumpkin! Daddy’s here!” he shouts.
“Phew,” Sarya sighs, and Mai returns the smile she sends by turning to look over her shoulder. “I’m ready now.”
“Alright. I’ll let go on three. One, two… Three!”
With a squeal, Sarya glides down the rope, her feet kicking and her hair flying behind her. The rope dips with her weight before bouncing her back up, throwing her laughter into the trees. The short trip is over all too soon and she drops right into her father’s arms, like a rain-washed stone into the palm of your hand.
“Let’s do it again, let’s do it again!” she chants, grinning into her father’s battle-torn face, all of her previous nervousness gone on the wind.
“Alright, alright, ya little salamander.” Mai can recognize the renegade’s grin that she fell in love with even from this distance. “We need to get you to another line, first.”
Folding her hands inside her sleeves (forest green since her marriage), the Lady of the Woods decides that this is most assuredly better than teaching her daughter how to drink tea without offending anyone.
Jet looks up at her from the lower wooden platform and she sees his grin carve his face.
Yes. Definitely better.
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Genre: Fluff
Ships?: Jet/Mai
→Familyships?: Jet+Mai+Sarya
Characters: Jet, Mai [original character] Sarya
→Cameos: Pipsqueak
Rating: G
Spoilers: None!
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Haha, I owed this to you about a billion years ago, xlovelylightx but it's done! And I actually like it, what is this nonsense. Hope you enjoy, Lovely! ♥
Mai teaches her daughter a lesson.
Beneath the Trees
There’s no wind tussling the fire-brand branches of the forest and the dusty-cool smell of autumn is thick in the air. It’s the perfect day for Sarya to learn how to use the zip lines.
Her daughter’s hair sticks out at all angles wherever it’s not tied back in her thin brown ponytail. Her wide pale gold eyes stare out into the empty air between this tree and the next. Sunlight streams down through the canopy to rest on the pale mousy brown shoulders of her simple dress.
“Sarya?” Mai’s lips quirk when the girl turns towards her, trying to disguise the way she had been nibbling at her nails. “Are you scared?”
She shakes her head. “No, mama.”
“It’s alright to be scared,” she says, crouching down next to her daughter on the edge of the wooden platform. “Your father has told you that hasn’t he?”
“Hm,” Sarya mumbled, nodding resolutely. “I’m not scared though. Daddy’s waiting at the other end, right?”
“That’s right,” Mai said, picking her daughter up by the armpits and holding her in front of the rope handle that would carry her to the tree house farther below. She presses a kiss to the crown of her daughter’s head, taking in the soft scent of ginger. So much milder than the saffron smell that clung to her father. “Are you ready?”
She shakes her head quickly. “Daddy’s not there yet!”
Raising her eyebrows slowly, Mai looks over her daughter’s shoulder. Almost immediately, she sees Jet flinch and punch Pipsqueak on the arm, cutting off whatever conversation they had been in down below. “Sorry, pumpkin! Daddy’s here!” he shouts.
“Phew,” Sarya sighs, and Mai returns the smile she sends by turning to look over her shoulder. “I’m ready now.”
“Alright. I’ll let go on three. One, two… Three!”
With a squeal, Sarya glides down the rope, her feet kicking and her hair flying behind her. The rope dips with her weight before bouncing her back up, throwing her laughter into the trees. The short trip is over all too soon and she drops right into her father’s arms, like a rain-washed stone into the palm of your hand.
“Let’s do it again, let’s do it again!” she chants, grinning into her father’s battle-torn face, all of her previous nervousness gone on the wind.
“Alright, alright, ya little salamander.” Mai can recognize the renegade’s grin that she fell in love with even from this distance. “We need to get you to another line, first.”
Folding her hands inside her sleeves (forest green since her marriage), the Lady of the Woods decides that this is most assuredly better than teaching her daughter how to drink tea without offending anyone.
Jet looks up at her from the lower wooden platform and she sees his grin carve his face.
Yes. Definitely better.
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