Time to Work

[Tenzin]

Metaphor, yet Tenzin did not look particularly gratified by the explanation. Her lips drew thin and flat. The idea sat ill with her, that kind of control; not least with all Jacinda had told her of her own past swirling round in her brain. Her Athari brothers were falling swiftly in her estimations. She crossed her arms for something to do, brow lowered. All this technology was pressing on her patience, as well as the scent of bleach razoring through her nostrils with every breath. Pond still flashed her fingers over the screens, narrowing the search parameters, and all the while Tenzin's feet itched. But she would do this their way. Jacinda's people's way.

Then there was a hit on location, and Tenzin unfurled. "Now we go."