It was unspeakably cold in the north pole, but then, it always was. Thalassa Hark stood out on the open deck, her old water tribe clothes snug against the bitter northern winds. It had been almost two years since she had ventured back home, but the ice was the same as the south, so it felt as if she had never truly left. Despite her being the Avatar, northern customs still upheld that women ought not to be trained to fight with their bending. She had learned little from her old Master, Nuka, who had hesitantly taught her the basics upon learning of her hidden truth. However, she had still learned to heal properly with aid from Amaya, the city's best healer. Of course, to master the art Thalassa would need more than basics. That had been a contributing factor as to her journey south, to learn from the benders there. Still, it hadn't been the same. Hanna, a southern Master, had taught her plenty, but the time had come for the Avatar to complete the last of her waterbending training, and to humbly request aid from the spirits.
With a quiet sigh, she watched the water below. It was dusk now, but soon they would arrive at the city, and she could speak to the spirits. That is, if they would still speak to her. It had been almost two years since she had made contact with Tui and La, the moon and ocean spirits. She had contacted other minor spirits, and had maintained her connection, but it would be so strange to visit the Spirit Oasis again. She had such awful memories there, memories that were difficult to set aside even now. Showing that from her thoughts, Thalassa bit her lip and just stared out over the water as the boat moved through the thin sheets of scattered ice. Home was inching ever closer, but she couldn't help but feel frightened for her return. When she had moved south, the tribe had been handed to her uncle, Kenai, until she had married and become of age. That aspect was something she shoved from her mind, too. She was only seventeen, she wasn't even betrothed yet, and still she was expected to get married and take the North back. Her uncle was a good chief, and a good man. She would sooner let him keep a hold of the Tribe so long as she wasn't rushed into marrying some stranger.
It was an hour later by the time the city came into view. Pale blue lights enveloped the ice, visible even over the high wall. Watching with wide eyes, Thalassa bit her lip softly as the guards of the city opened the walls to them. The boat crept through into the harbour of the city, and she couldn't help but feel relieved. The journey had been wearisome, and long, as with no faster means of transport they had been forced to travel by sea for weeks. It was much too risky to stop in the Fire Nation or the Earth Kingdom, but she had spent a few days at each of the Air Temples, where she met some of her future possible masters. Some of the monks even accompanied them to the North, along with a few apprentices. They were nice people, but most were quiet and only spoke when spoken to. But their element was simply wondrous - how they shifted the air between their fingers, twisting it and pulling it. Truly, it was something to behold. She still had Earth and then Fire to learn, she reminded herself. When she left for the Earth Kingdom in a week or so, she would have to find a Master to teach her how to wield the element.
As soon as the boat was docked, Thalassa slipped off and felt relief at the sound of fresh snow crunching under her supple boots. A few monks followed behind her, along with the crew, who were unloading their remaining supplies. Unsurprisingly, her uncle awaited her, dressed in formal but plain robes of navy. He gave a sweeping bow, one which she and the monks returned. Then, he gave her a light hug and a kindly smile, nodding respectfully to the monks. "I am Chief Kenai of the Northern Tribe. I welcome you all to my home." he gave another bow as he introduced himself to the air nomads, "Come, we shall eat in the Temple."
Not one to say no to good, Northern food, Thalassa followed her uncle, keeping her chin high. Around her, people pointed and waved, called out to her even. She managed a faint smile and the occasional small wave. The people, well-aware of her return, even handed her small gifts - a young boy gave her a tiny ice sculpture of the Nation's emblem, an old lady handed her a hand-woven dream catcher. Accepting the gifts in surprise, Thalassa turned the ice and the dream catcher over in her hand as she walked up the steps to the Temple. She could smell the fish already prepared, and her stomach gave a quiet rumble as she stepped through the vast doors.
Her uncle gave a speech, welcoming the monks and his niece. Sitting at his right hand, Thalassa gave a short speech about how glad she was to be home, and how the journey would be worth the results. Not one for public speaking, she promptly sat back down and began to eat as soon as possible. The flavours of crab, prawn, and seal were familiar. After eating her full, she made polite conversation with her uncle, and the ancient monk sitting beside her. When everybody else had ate, they were shown to their chambers. Of course, Thalassa re-claimed her old room, which was just as she had left it. Upon entering the room and leaving her uncle and the monks behind, she threw herself onto the fresh bed sheets and gave a sigh. All this formal tribal business was exhausting, she had to admit, but now she was free to spend the rest of her evening as she pleased.
Lying on her bed and listening until the outside corridors were quiet, the young Avatar peered out the open window, down to the gentle blue lights of the city. It was still early enough that people were wandering about, but the streets seemed quiet. No doubt the monks were meditating in their rooms or something. As quiet as a fox, Thalassa slipped out of her room with caution, and slunk down the empty halls. The Spirit Oasis wasn't far, and it wasn't that she was cautious of people seeing her - it was her caution of people finding the Spirit Oasis that troubled her. Most people were utterly unaware of it and assumed that all spiritual energy resided in the Spirit Lights. That wasn't an entire lie, but she knew that the Oasis was sacred, and thus had to be kept a secret from those who might bring it harm. She trusted the air nomads, as they were neutral in the war, but she still didn't want people following her. She had to talk to the spirits, had to ask them for wisdom. Her job was to restore balance, but she didn't know how to do her job, and who better to ask than spirits?