"I suppose that we do know where we're heading yes? We should try to get as far as possible before we stop to rest. It wouldn't be safe to stay in one place for too long." Said one of the other boys among the companions, Neige, if Sudhir remembered his name correctly, as he produced a map. The dark haired Earthbender turned his eyes skyward, trying to remember what he'd learned about navigating by the stars from his mother. It was a useful skill to have in rural countryside filled with mostly identical fields.
"We're currently heading... West, I think." He offered, but he had to admit, he didn't actually know where their final destination was. He assumed it was to the leader of one of the Four Nations, but which one? He glanced back over his shoulder at the others, but refrained from saying anything more.
"Also, is anyone wounded or injured in any way? It wouldn't be ideal to continue flying if one of us were injured..." Neige said. Sudhir thought for a moment, before shaking his head. He'd been pretty single minded in finding Avatar Asha, if he'd sustained any injury, it was minor, and lost in the shock and adrenaline. He sighed, resting one of his arms on his knee. He started absently carding through the fur on the bisons head. It occurred to him that, with his, as normal, ripped shirt, it could look like he was injured. Especially when he noticed his scar was just barely visible, and could look like a burn in the low light. He surreptitiously adjusted his shirt, so that the tear no longer showed any of his scar.
"We're currently heading... West, I think." He offered, but he had to admit, he didn't actually know where their final destination was. He assumed it was to the leader of one of the Four Nations, but which one? He glanced back over his shoulder at the others, but refrained from saying anything more.
"Also, is anyone wounded or injured in any way? It wouldn't be ideal to continue flying if one of us were injured..." Neige said. Sudhir thought for a moment, before shaking his head. He'd been pretty single minded in finding Avatar Asha, if he'd sustained any injury, it was minor, and lost in the shock and adrenaline. He sighed, resting one of his arms on his knee. He started absently carding through the fur on the bisons head. It occurred to him that, with his, as normal, ripped shirt, it could look like he was injured. Especially when he noticed his scar was just barely visible, and could look like a burn in the low light. He surreptitiously adjusted his shirt, so that the tear no longer showed any of his scar.