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[Jinora knows this place.

The eleven year-old stands in the snow near a familiar fountain, gathering scattered memories of the City and reconciling them with the last six months spent at home. A lot has happened at home, but how much has happened here? She simultaneously feels that she’s been here very recently and a long time ago. But no, time must have passed here. It was spring or summer when she was here last, and now it’s snowing.

Jinora’s grateful for the warm clothes that she’s wearing. If she had been taken from the temperate Air Temple Island instead of the chilly South Pole, finding herself in a cold, half-remembered world would be far more unpleasant. She’s also grateful for the boxy device that she finds in the folds of her heavy robes. It’s still way more sophisticated than the radios at home, but her fingers remember which buttons to touch to send out an audio message.]

This is Jinora. I don’t know if anyone remembers me, but if you know anyone from Republic City or Air Temple Island or if Korra’s still here, could you tell them I’m here, please? I don’t know how good they are at working these things.

Thank you.

[She returns the device to her robe and waits patiently and calmly for any kind of response. Jinora isn’t afraid of being away from home this time. After getting lost in the spirit world and almost seeing the world end, this is easy.]

[ooc: Jinora will remember her previous time in the City, but it will be a bit foggy. She's six months older and a bit more mature; her app has details for crazy people who are curious!]

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I'm Dewey. I met you before, when I first got here.

Did you go home?

Okay, I remember. I'm Jinora.

Yes. It feels like I was gone for a long time.

It kind of was? I mean, that was last May and it's February now.

Our calendars don't work like that at home.

[Which is her way of saying that she has no idea how long that is. She wasn't here long enough last time to memorize the kind of calendar the City uses.]

Did I ask you how old you are?

It's nine months, and each month is about thirty days...

[ He's not doing that math off the top of his head. If only Malcolm were here. ]

I'm ten.

Two-hundred and seventy days? That's even longer than I was home!

[NEVER MIND THAT. Focus!]

I'm eleven. You're the only person here who's younger than me.

Yeah. It's been kind of a long time.

[ Shrug. ]

I get that a lot.

And you've been here without your family the whole time?

Sorry. You're older than my sister and brothers, though!

[ You have no idea how much he misses his family, as exciting as this had all been at first. It even shows in his tone. ]

Yeah.

[ But he brightens up. ]

There aren't really a lot of kids here. Nobody even plays.

That's really hard. I wasn't here that long before and I missed my family a lot.

I could play! [Maybe. She's usually too busy trying to be calm and dignified to bother, but maybe she can make an exception.] What do you like to do?

[ Given his family, it's kind of surprising - even to him - how much he misses them. Even Reese. He's starting to forget what dirt tastes like. ] Yeah, I don't really get this much time to myself back home. I mean... any. At all.

[ But, hmm. What do girls like to play? It probably involves less dead animals than his brothers typically employ. He's a gentleman, this one. ]

You ever play fort?

Why not? Do you have a big family?

[Uh, yeah. No. Airbenders aren't known for their fascination with animal carcasses.]

What's fort?

Yeah. I have three brothers. I don't even have my own bed at home.

[ Seriously, feel his suffering. Malcolm's elbows are sharp and flaily. ]

Well... you build a fort. You can use pillows, and blankets, or you can use rocks and cardboard if you're outside.

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