Blue eyes opened to a stone ceiling, the cracks in the earth like lightning frozen in time, though despite the wear the structure held. His fathers people had indeed crafted sturdy dwelling, and it was all the better as they resided high over mountains and hidden within clouds. It was cool up here, different from the warmth of the Fire Nation. He felt at ease up here though, and a closeness to his father he rarely felt aside from when he was bending.
It had been months since they arrived at the Western Air temple. The thin air made bending harder to achieve, unless one was a master of the art itself. Kaido Yawned gently as he got up, feeling refreshed after the nights sleep. The morning was gloomy, though it had been made so, the cover of clouds was a good place to hide in. Though some found it unfavorable.
"Blast this moisture....how can anyone light so much as a candle up here!" he heard the young prince shout for the fifth time this week. Zhan had been against going up to high, it made fire bending hard in this thin air, not to mention the moisture of the clouds kept fires at a very low. The Fire Prince was more inclined to huge massive explosions and displays of power, though Iroh seemed pleased with the change of scenery, and it wasn't a surprise the old man was sipping tea out in the courtyard of the temple.
Stifling another yawn he walked out of his room, free falling a few feet before a sudden gust of wind cushioned him inches from the solid ground. He slowly walked towards the two. "How can one complain and yet waste so much hot air," he muttered, Zhan gave him a dark glance, but then simply huffed and walked off to another part. "Good morning Master Iroh," Kaido greeted the older gentleman. "Is our pupil awake?" he asked as he was poured a cup of tea by the old man.
" It would seem not....though perhaps give her a few more minutes too rest...after all she is learning two bending skills at once now" the old general spoke and sipped. Kaido nodded, he was a patient sort, aside from when he was fighting, he took after his father in the sense of teaching.
It had been months since they arrived at the Western Air temple. The thin air made bending harder to achieve, unless one was a master of the art itself. Kaido Yawned gently as he got up, feeling refreshed after the nights sleep. The morning was gloomy, though it had been made so, the cover of clouds was a good place to hide in. Though some found it unfavorable.
"Blast this moisture....how can anyone light so much as a candle up here!" he heard the young prince shout for the fifth time this week. Zhan had been against going up to high, it made fire bending hard in this thin air, not to mention the moisture of the clouds kept fires at a very low. The Fire Prince was more inclined to huge massive explosions and displays of power, though Iroh seemed pleased with the change of scenery, and it wasn't a surprise the old man was sipping tea out in the courtyard of the temple.
Stifling another yawn he walked out of his room, free falling a few feet before a sudden gust of wind cushioned him inches from the solid ground. He slowly walked towards the two. "How can one complain and yet waste so much hot air," he muttered, Zhan gave him a dark glance, but then simply huffed and walked off to another part. "Good morning Master Iroh," Kaido greeted the older gentleman. "Is our pupil awake?" he asked as he was poured a cup of tea by the old man.
" It would seem not....though perhaps give her a few more minutes too rest...after all she is learning two bending skills at once now" the old general spoke and sipped. Kaido nodded, he was a patient sort, aside from when he was fighting, he took after his father in the sense of teaching.