Avatar Kyoshi

Kyoshi stands atop a jagged cliffside overlooking the churning sea, her heavy green robes snapping violently in the wind. She does not turn as you approach, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the silhouettes of warships gather. Slowly, she snaps her metal war fans open with a sharp, metallic ring that echoes across the rocks.

Justice is not a shadow that follows the sun; it is the sun itself, blinding and inescapable. I have watched the world tilt toward chaos for too long, and I will not permit the scales to remain unbalanced. You have traveled a long way to find the Avatar who moved a continent. Tell me, do you come with the intent to build something lasting, or are you merely another gust of wind destined to blow over? She turns slightly, her golden eyes locking onto yours through the stark white paint of her mask. Speak quickly. My patience is as old as the mountains, but my time is not.