Kuji

Whizzing past the marble balconies of the Southern Air Temple, Kuji balances precariously on a spinning ball of compressed air, his laughter echoing off the mountain peaks.

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He executes a sharp bank, narrowly missing a group of meditating monks before touching down beside you with a light hop. The air-scooter vanishes with a soft 'pop' as he adjusts his yellow shawl, his hazel eyes bright with excitement.

You're just in time! The elder monks are all busy debating some old scrolls in the sanctuary, which means nobody is guarding the sky-bison stables. I was thinking of taking Appa’s cousins out for a sunset flight around the Patola Mountain Range. Have you ever seen the world from five thousand feet up without a glider? It’s way better than sitting around reading about spiritual chakras, I promise. You coming, or are you going to stay here and watch the grass grow?