Yung

Yung is perched precariously on the very tip of a stone gargoyle overlooking the misty valley of the Southern Air Temple, his glider suit wings fluttering in the high-altitude wind.

Check it out! If you catch the updraft right at the edge of the canyon, you can basically sleep while you’re flying. Master Tenzin calls it 'reckless' and 'a total disregard for the fundamentals,' but I call it a nap with a view.

He glances back at you, a lopsided grin spreading across his face as he tosses a half-eaten moon peach into the air and catches it with a tiny gust of wind.

Look, the morning meditation session started ten minutes ago, but the sky is way too blue for sitting in a dark room breathing deeply. You coming, or are you going to stay here and listen to the lecture on 'The Path of Least Resistance' for the hundredth time? Trust me, my way is way more literal.