#ch: pema

[a-chuffed-floating-panda]

A love in the eye of the hurricane ch 6 (unedited)

(Originally posted 5 June 2022. Slightly better edited chapter)

Gawa had been pouty ever since she pinched her cheek. She’d been even poutier when she’d also gotten Jaya in on it.

“Don’t you dare.” Gawa had threatened after Jaya had given in and pinched her cheek. She held back a grin when Gawa shoved her hand away. 

“Don’t you dare laugh.” 

“I’m not going to.” Jaya held her hands up in surrender, still holding back her grin. “I’m not going to.”

She had actually been the one to ask if Tashi could join them, not Jaya. Which… was a first. Jamyang had seen her by herself in one of the meadows over the temple when she was practicing her gliding, she looked like she needed company and so she approached her. She’d seen last year's performance, Tashi was good with bison tricks; getting the most applause last year when she’d done a one-handed handstand while holding onto her bison horn.

Jaya didn’t bat that much of an eye when she asked. “Weren’t you going to perform with your friends this year?” Tashi had averted her eyes and her expression got solemn, solidifying her thought that maybe… she wanted to distance herself from something. “I am performing with them, just not today,” Then Jamyang heard her mutter under her breath, with her face being a mix of emotions. “Even if I didn’t really want to perform at all this year,” Hearing Tashi’s words made her want to prod, but she’d noticed that something had been happening recently, something personal that she’d been dealing with. 

She’d been feeling a lot like humble old tea maker Wei recently; a quiet observer offering wisdom in someone else’s story.

Jamyang was aware that there were things she wasn’t mentally capable of understanding yet because she was so young, but from her childish perspective, it looked like Tashi struggled under the weight of whatever she was dealing with.

Amala and Ceba had mentioned with concerned faces that she’d been spending less time with them and that they’d been worried if she’d been getting enough sleep ever since Sister Pema had caught her dozing off in class.

Tashi’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.“But I don’t mind performing with you.” Jaya didn’t prod, likely not hearing her mutter or noticing how uncomfortable Tashi looked while talking about her friends.

“Well, then that’s okay!” She grinned. “We’re gonna be making a colourful dust storm.” She stopped and repeated herself with air quotes. “ ‘Dust storm.’ ” She failed to wink at them. “Only a small one, okay? No big ones. We can’t ruin it for the others.”

Their performance had been crashed by laughing flying pandas. It didn’t ruin the performance, it added a personal flair so to say, with them flying around and helping them with their ‘dust storm’. Jaya had startled so badly while she was air surfing that she lost balance and fell off her glider when Tomoe flew by her laughing. Or gekkering. Belly laughing? She didn’t know if a red panda's laughter had a specific name or if it was just Tomoe.

“They can fly?!” She had screeched as she fell, her surprise was shared by a majority of the crowd watching them. Many children had let out excited squeals as they flew by, they were probably distracting them from seeing Jaya free fall into the canyon now that she thought about it.

Jamyang had grabbed Jaya’s glider sometime after she’d flown down to catch her. There were times she didn’t like having long hair, it went everywhere when she used her bending to speed up her flying. But she got under her free fall, and she’d landed on top of her glider with a ‘oof’. The force of Jaya landing on her back had been strong enough that it almost knocked her down with it. But being a reasonably good flyer, she wouldn’t admit that to anyone that asked, the force of nature had just been stronger than she expected, that was all.

Jaya wasn’t heavy, but it took a little out of her- especially after catching her- having to fly up to Moji with the extra weight on her back. Moji, the kind soul he was, lowered himself so that Jaya could jump over to his saddle and she hurried to grab her glider so that she could fly over to Uma so that they could start the last part of their performance. 

“The final act.” As Jaya had dramatically said when they were practising.

The first act was to conjure up a tornado or a whirlwind, the specifics weren’t necessary. Act two was to add a light layer of smoke to the tornado or whirlwind and the colourful powder she’d brought the other day. Act three was to make the whirlwind or tornado not look like a tornado or whirlwind, expand it and make it look like an actual dust storm; The goal being that the ‘storm’ would cover the whole canyon. Act four, fly around and over ‘the storm’, but you had to be ‘cool’ while you were flying, like loops or making artistic swirls with the smoke and powder around you. Then you set your sight up for the last part.

Act five, the final act, do a cool flip and free-fall into the storm with the bison and use your bending to blow it up from the inside.

Jamyang personally would’ve used ‘dispersed’ in that context, but Jaya had given her such a look that she bowed out of that conversation before even starting it.

Tashi had the gall to giggle at her.

While in a high loop with Uma, she collected much of the dust around her, condensed it and when they got down from the loop sent it spiralling towards the crowd. She smiled to herself in quiet celebration when she heard the younger children laugh in delight. A giddiness settled in her chest when she saw a certain grey-blue eyed individual clothes, tinted in odd blue and yellow.

Something red appeared in her peripheral vision as she guided Uma upwards, she turned to see Jannu looking at her. He was going at such a high speed that his fur was flattened, making him look more like a flying blob than a flying panda. 

He bared his teeth, it looked awfully like a grin, and he started spinning as he sped upwards leaving a trail of spiralling smoke that hit her right in the face. “Ugh!” She flailed with her hands to make the smoke go away.

“GHIHI!” His laughter stirred up a competitive spirit in her chest. Her expression twisted itself into something that it never usually did, something… aggressive. “Come on Uma,” she whipped her reins. “Let’s beat him to the top,” Uma responded with a loud rumble and she sped up. 

It felt silly to be racing against a small red panda, but she was going to beat him to the top.

To her right, she could see Jaya making multiple stars out of the smoke that she and Moji flew through before making their way upwards. To her left, Tashi created ten rings, from biggest to smallest, that she jumped through while her bison flew under them and was at the other side when she got through the last ring before she also made her way upwards.

Ultimately, Jamyang thinks she and Jannu were tied, but there wasn’t anyone around to judge if her thought was right or not. Doing a back flip off of Uma into the centre of ‘the storm’, her bison and a lot more pandas than Jannu followed her. The currents were strong enough to get her eyes to water, and then there was the topic of her hair…she regretted not braiding it.

It didn’t take long for her to see Jaya and Tashi free-falling along with their bison to her side. “Ready?” The currents were loud in her ears, she barely heard Jaya’s voice.

She started compacting air in her hands, she was horrible at the technique, but she tried. “While free falling, blow it up when you reach the centre or anywhere around the centre of the storm”, Jaya’s words were on repeat in her head.

“Ready!”

“Ready!”

The wind wooshed loudly in her ears.

She was happy that Tashi said yes to performing with them because she knew that with just her and Jaya, their bison and a couple of dozen pandas, they wouldn’t have been able to disperse ‘the storm’ they created. Jaya was better than her at creating explosions of air; she managed to blow herself up when she tried it for the first time, getting a nasty concussion while she was at it. She only managed to do it in a small burst, struggling to compact enough air to create one and when she tried to create a big one, she compacted too much air. 

Sister Tsering had told her- after scolding her for being reckless- that it would be something that she would get when she was older, that it depended on the individual's body structure and skill, and it was a good attempt at a technique usually reserved for the older students and masters. 

“Many masters struggle with that technique, Jamyang.” She’d comforted. “That you managed to execute the technique at your age is good, even if it didn’t turn out like how you wanted it to.”  

But still…even after working really hard and getting guidance on how to get better at it, she couldn’t shake that ugly feeling when she felt the wind currents around her.

Most of the ‘blowing up of the storm was done by Tashi and her bison. Which duh, it would be stupid of her to get upset at that, she’d heard a rumour that Tashi was a master candidate. Then there were the pandas who helped mostly at the front and back of the storm, then Jaya and Moji, and then Uma and her. 

It was an ugly feeling that she hated every time it snuck its way in.

Before she sank away in her envy, Uma caught her and flew down to the plaza with Moji and Tashi’s bison in tow where they were greeted with applause and laughter. 

Seeing all of the crowd's robes discoloured due to the powders they used did make her feel a little better. With a small smile, she tugged on Jaya’s hand. “Was this your plan when you asked me to get ‘rainbow-coloured powder?” Though the vendor she’d bought it from didn’t have rainbow powder, he was kind enough to mix them together for her for a little extra charge. 

“Yeah.” She grinned in response, swinging their hands. “It was successful, wasn’t it?” Looking around, everyone in the crowd and the whole part of the temple they were at, had been touched by their colourful dust storm. A laugh bubbled out of her, seeing her wide grin. “It was very successful, smart planning.” Jaya beamed at her compliment before they got swarmed by their classmates.

Izumi looked silly with her pink coloured top and partly green and white coloured pants.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to perform today?” She heard Amala question Tashi, Jamyang looked over at them to listen in.

“Oh, it wasn’t the plan.” She responded, looking tense with her hand wringing around on the back of her clothes. “They asked me.” She used her other hand to gesture to them, making Amala look at them questioningly. Sensing something in the air, Jamyang made a mild case of puppy eyes. 

“Puppy eyes.” She hissed and nudged her friend hard in the side. Jaya was startled, but didn’t question her, stopped mid response to Ghamo and quickly threw on her best puppy eyes. Tashi’s eyes were sad as she looked at them, but if, if, she was right in her observations and understood what Tashi was going through, then lovelorn might be the more correct term. “I couldn’t say no to them.” There was something else in Amala’s smile when she looked at them.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have been able to do that either.” They looked back at each other and started talking again.

Amala was concerned, Tashi said that she was okay, which was the gist of what she heard them talk about.

Just like with Choekyi, she could see short and more discreet looks aimed at another individual that was talking to Ceba.

“What was that for?” Jaya pouted and rubbed her side. “That hurt.”

“I just wanted to give Tashi an easy out.” Jaya frowned. “An easy out? Why?” Jamyang pressed her lips together and glanced back at Tashi and Amala who were still talking. “Just ‘cause, okay?” Jaya puffed her cheeks out at her, frustrated at the lack of response. “I can’t tell you now. I have to get confirmation that what I’m thinking is correct first.” That was if Tashi was willing to.

“You’ll tell me after, right?”

“…”

“Jamyang.”

“Maybe, I can’t promise anything.”

Like Tashi had done some time earlier, Jamyang snuck away during one of the older students' performances, and flew towards the Chenrezig forest. 

“Fweet phwoo.” She whistled at the outskirts of the forest. “Fweet phwoo!” 

The feeling of Feng nipping at her neck was a pleasant and much needed burn. Yelping when he picked her up, only giving her the reminder that his hands were huge as he felt up the back of her thighs. She swallowed her hysterical giggles and with her hands clenching on his shoulders, she kissed his neck and collarbone. She really liked his muscles. She really liked his muscles. 

“I love your muscles.” She gasped out when she felt him shift his weight and- uggh, it's such a turn on- held her up with one arm, using his free hand to grip at the belt around her waist. 

“I know you do.” He sounded so smug in his reply, feeling him grin against her neck. He kissed his way up to her lips and she just about melted, he kissed like he was about to go to war.

“Fweet phwoo, fweet phwoo!” She heard a distant whistle. Not important. It couldn’t be that important. She dismissed it in favour of kissing him.

“Fweet phwoo!” Dejected, after a minute of whistling with no response, whistling one last time, she finally got one.

“Fweet phwoo, fweet phwoo!” His response was energetic, she could almost imagine him smiling as he flew toward her. 

He landed in her palm, ruffled his feathers, wiggled his tail and stared expectantly up at her. “We’re going to comfort someone.” A part of her hoped that he understood, it looked like he did with the way he perked up. 

“They’re sad, so we have to listen and hug them, okay?” He wiggled his tail and…did he just nod?

“Phowe!”

Jamyang found Tashi in the same grassy meadow she previously found her in when she first asked if she wanted to perform with them. She sat curled up and hugging her knees with her head resting on top of them.

“Tashi?” She approached her carefully, the older girl made no indication of having heard her. 

She sat down next to her, leaving some space between them, silently letting her know that she could leave if she wanted.

Assam chirped curiously in her palms. 

“Tashi?” She tried again, wanting to reach out to her, seeing that she could use a hug, but she didn’t in case it would make her uncomfortable and make her leave. “Are you okay?” 

“I…” She shifted to look at her. It was weird to see Tashi so down, she'd always carried a gentle happiness around with her and to see her without it just felt odd. Her eyes were…dim, she thought that word fit the best. Dull or lifeless, often used in the books she would read, sounded too over dramatic in her opinion. 

“I don’t know.” She finally responded with a smile so tight and horribly fake that it made something churn around in her stomach. Shuffling a little closer, Jamyang held up her palms to show her Assam.

“I bought Assam with me.” She said  and when he noticed another person looking at him, he quickly started wiggling his tail dancing and whistling similarly to Matcha’s loud musical song, he even did her signature whistle of blurring his pitch in the lower tones.

“He always makes me feel better when I’m sad.” He would sit perched at her windowsill singing and doing his little dance to get her to cheer up. It always worked. 

He jumped out of her palm and onto Tashi’s finger when she held it out. 

“You make interesting friends.” Her smile looked better this time, as she watched him wiggle his tail and sing. “He came to me, I think I would’ve scared him off if I came to him.” And besides, the friends she knew how to make were never human, she needed her books and Jaya, or someone else, to help her make friends with other humans. 

“You should say it, you know.” She offered after Assam finished his little dance. “If I’m right, then I think you should say it.” Tashi looked panicked, Jamyang had never seen her this white before.

“I- I’m not- I don’t,-.” Her voice cracked, she shook her head and stuttered over her words.

She was right after all, huh. This all felt extremely similar to the plot of ‘The boy in the neighbourhood’ where she's playing the role of humble old tea maker Wei who offered his wisdom to Xiyun, the ‘boy’ who fell in love with someone he thought he couldn’t have and distanced himself from his friend group.

Big hint, thought. Someone he thought he couldn’t have. 

“I’m not saying to tell…” Choda. “That person how you feel, but to just say it. You could tell me, Sister Tsering, Sister Gyalwo, any of the visiting Sisters and Brothers and even Assam.” The last part was a bit of a joke, but he was good at keeping her secrets, few as they were. 

“Phowe!” He chirped as if saying ‘yes, that’s true!’ 

Tashi swallowed hard, looking at both Assam and her with watery eyes. The corner of her mouth twitched, she opened her mouth, closed it and she bit her lip with a bowed head.

“I don’t want to ruin anything.” She whispered, heavy with emotion. Moving closer so that their arms were touching, Jamyang normally wouldn’t use Jaya’s wisdom in situations like these, since it was usually rather controversial wisdom, but this one thing she said once, was okay.

“If you don’t say it, then the pain in your chest will grow and grow. But if you say it to someone, it doesn’t have to be a person, it could be a tree, a flower, a lemur or a big cat owl.” She leaned against her side. “Even if it goes really slow, the pain in your chest will eventually leave.” 

“You won’t ruin anything if you say it to me and Assam, Tashi.” The last of her composure broke and she started sobbing.

Jamyang had never seen someone so sad over emotions that she always thought meant happiness.

Both being puffy-eyed, and seeing that Tashi wasn’t in the mood to go back and watch the performances, she got her and Assam to go back to her room. Where they talked about her books, philosophy, feelings and red pandas.

When it was time for dinner. Jaya and Gawa found them laying on the floor in her room.

“Sister Gyalwo said it’s…what are you two doing?” Jaya looked surprised at seeing Tashi there.

“Airbender stuff,” Tashi responded lazily with a wave from where she laid in her room with her head on the pillow that Aika used to rest on whenever she decided to visit. 

“Yeah,” She gave a nod in her direction. “contemplating ‘Dewachen’.”  They weren’t doing that, but it was easier to say that instead of what they actually were talking about.

There was a brief chuckle at her answer before she said. “But…I’m not really that hungry.” That got Jamyang to sit up and frown in Tashi’s direction. “I’m still getting you some food, so you’re eating.” Tashi didn’t respond, but Assam did from where he was sitting on her forehead with strong, decisive chirps. ‘Get the chick some food, the chick needs it!’ Sensing the seriousness from Assam, she got up to her feet and went with them to get some food, hoping that Sister Tsering and Sister Chomden would be okay if she brought food back for Tashi.

Assam could be a lot like Aden sometimes, overprotective and parent-like. So if she didn’t go and get food, she knew that he would go and get some if he had to.

“Why are your eyes puffy?” Gawa asked her first thing after she closed her door. “Were you crying?” She peered up at her with worried eyes. Jamyang hadn’t been crying because she was sad, but she’d cried because Tashi was sad. 

Listening to her cry had been so painful, that she cried with her. They were emotions she’d never experienced before and she didn’t understand them like any of the nuns likely would, but they sounded painful, it looked painful too, and it must’ve been really difficult holding all of that in.

Honestly, she was nervous to get older if there was a chance that she’d also experience lovelorn like that.

“Oh,” She had forgotten about that. “I was crying because Tashi was crying.”

“Well, why was Tashi crying then?” Jaya prodded upset, with a wrinkle in her brow, she was unsure of how to answer. “Was it the reason you gave her an easy way out?”

“No,” she shook her head. “She told me why she was distancing herself from her friends.”

“Oh yeah,” Jaya’s tone was light, seeming reflective. “Ceba told me that. All of them are worried. Why is she distancing herself?” She asked and Jamyang blanked.

In the ‘The boy in the neighbourhood’ when Shanyuan found out about Xiyun’s feelings, he told them to others in hopes of icing him out of their friend circle, she knew that she could trust Jaya and Gawa was a person that she’d warmed up quickly too because of their close proximity to the pandas but still…

It made her nervous to be put in such a spot, a part of her consciousness told her not to tell Tashi’s secret because she would be breaking her morals if she did. But then, Tashi could use some support, she could see that she was in desperate need of it. It would be better if she got it from someone her age or maybe one of the nuns, but Jamyang could start in one place and slowly move forwards at a pace that wouldn’t make Tashi uncomfortable.

Even with just her knowing, it had already taken a lot out of her.

“You can’t tell this to anyone. Not even her friends. Lie and say that you don’t know.” Jaya wanted to protest, but she bit back whatever it was sensing that she was serious about this.

She grabbed their hands- spirits, their hands were so different-, holding them tightly and she listened to hear if anyone was nearby. When Jaya gave a supportive squeeze back, with a heavy sigh, she made her decision.

“Tashi likes Choda.”

“How did you know?” Jaya had been oddly quiet. “Don’t laugh at me-,”

“I won’t.”

“It was oddly similar to the plot in ‘The boy in the neighbourhood’,  I’ve been feeling a lot like humble old tea maker Wei recently and just like him, I started noticing signs days before the festival started and then I observed more to see if I was correct or not. It turned out that I was, and…”

Sister Chomden had been reluctant to let them go with their food when they asked her, but seeing that this was a special situation since they asked for Tashi’s portions as well, she went and got Sister Tsering.

“Why do all three of you need to eat in Jamyang’s room?” Sister Tsering had crouched and asked them. 

They looked at each other conflicted before she answered. “We just want to keep Tashi company, we don’t want her to eat alone.” 

“Yeah.” Jaya agreed to her left.

“Mhm.” Gawa nodded to her right.

“...And why is Tashi in your room Jamyang?” She shifted on her feet, she hadn’t told this to the two standing beside her.

“I snuck off to find her when I noticed that she wasn’t in the crowd and when I found her she wasn’t in the mood to go back and watch the performances, so I made her go back to my room.” Sister Tsering’s head tilted and her brow lifted the exact same way Monk Taiki’s did when she saw him putting a puzzle back together the other day and was missing the last pieces.

“And why wasn’t she in the crowd?” It looked like she hesitated to ask that, but she did it to find that last puzzle piece. “I can’t tell you right now,” she answered, and just like she thought, Sister Tsering didn’t look satisfied by that answer.

“But maybe I’ll tell you or maybe she’ll tell you at a later date, it’s already a lot for her that I-we know.” She cursed herself for stuttering over that last part of her sentence, because one, Sister Tsering had caught it and two, she was even scarier than Sister Gyalwo on the air ball court.

Jamyang was grateful that she’d let them eat dinner in her room, even if she still had that puzzle-solving expression on her face.

Jaya and Gawa had hugged Tashi first thing when they’d gotten back, a long much needed hug, Jamyang could tell that just by how she melted into them.

"I won’t tell them, I promise." Jaya had said when she hugged her side.

"Yeah, I won’t either. I’ll keep your secret." Gawa had said and patted her on the head, giving her a supporting smile.

Tashi didn’t react much to their words, she hoped that she wasn’t upset with her, this was already really draining, but she seemed thankful for the hugs and quiet support.

It was nice, the clacking of the utensils hitting their plates and the quiet recounting of their day was nice. She might dare to say that it was comforting.

Gawa even got Tashi to laugh a little when she told her about how Adlartok froze Monk Taiki’s tea as he was drinking it and how much it made Sister Gyalwo and others around them laugh. She even mentioned ‘braiding time’ when the younger children flocked around him and made knots that they insisted were braids in his hair.

“He wears them proudly and brags about how pretty he is with them,” She laughed with a twinkle in her eye. “He says that every wince is worth it when Sister Gyalwo helps him straighten his hair out again.”

And Jaya told her about how Sister Jetsun tripped over her feet when Amanthi had just gotten out of the baths.

“I could hear Sister Pema laugh about it all the way from the dorms.” She giggled into her hand. “Everybody started laughing when they first heard her, it was hilarious!”

Tashi was looking better and she was smiling, and she took them up on their offer to go out after they were finished, so she counted that as a success.

When she helped Amanthi sit down at one of the temple steps so that they could watch over the children better, and she noticed these…peculiarmoments between the children, Jetsun was reminded of her words from when she first met her.

“Have you ever been witness to something…or someone.” Her smile had been so odd back then, enigmatic even. “And you could tell at first glance what would happen?” Up to this point, it had been something she’d never experienced. No sudden foresight like the elders, or instinctual gut feeling; Amanthi had to kiss her for her to realise that, yes, this beautiful woman actually liked her. So Pema called her dense for a reason.

A feeling started swirling around in her gut when she spotted the way Choekyi would sneakily, but not so sneakily look at Aden. Mulling on it, and really trying to feel that feeling, she looked over to some of the other children. Quietly laughing to herself when Jamyang created a small whirlwind and blew it into Gawa’s face, that feeling in her gut was still there, swirling around her gut, stronger than when she looked at the first two.

Aden got in on it, aaand they were having a contest now, about who could create the biggest, non-destructive whirlwind. She’ll observe them a little longer before interfering, and Tashi’s there to help if something gets out of hand.

“Is this what you meant?” Amanthi laughed and leaned against her. “It’s far more instinctual for me.” 

“Huh,” 

“That’s all you can say?”

“I just- I’ve never…mmh.” What does she say? It just felt like she had discovered a secret of the universe. Pema couldn’t call her dense now could she? “I’ve never, like, been able to see or experience something like this before.” Amanthi laughed at her. “Is this how you experience it? Just with a look?”

“Sorta,” she replied and made herself comfortable against her shoulder. “It doesn’t happen all the time and other times it occurs later. But then it feels like I’m hit in the face like you know, agh.” Jetsun burst out laughing at her,

“Agh?” She repeated in between breaths, yelping when Amanthi poked her side. “That’s the sound that comes to mind when you get hit in the face?”

“No, it’s not.” Jetsun didn’t need to see her face to know that she just rolled her eyes at her. “I think of the sound of my nose breaking, and I tried to articulate that,” that only got her to laugh harder, how did the sound of bones breaking and ‘agh’ come together? “But I see that I didn’t succeed in the delivery.”

“You did not!” Jetsun was too busy laughing to notice the extra windy currents around them that just started to form. 

Quieting her laughter and reducing it to giggles. She asked her. “What does it feel like then?”

“To figuratively be hit in the face?”

“Yeah?”

“It gives me a massive headache and triggers my fight and flight response, those two combined are the worst. Especially when trying to fly.” She shuddered from experience; Jetsun had received a letter or two from the healers at Agari of incidents where she’d crashed landed due to that happening. “You speak from experience then?”

“Ugh,” she slumped against her dramatically, “plenty.” Jetsun giggled at her, giving her both a sympathetic side hug and a kiss on the head. 

“So is this how you can tell who’s gonna get together? Like with Tsering and Hayma for example?” 

“Mhm,” Amanthi nodded against her shoulder, “With those two it was a strong, but not strong feeling, you know?” Jetsun doesn’t know. “And I just-,” she snapped her fingers, “you know?” She still didn’t know. “And I just knew, many of our dharma siblings said something along the same line.”

“Is it just a feeling or is it accompanied by something else?”

“Both, mostly. Like um…I would always experience this terrible sadness when I looked at a dharma brother of mine-.” Their moment was broken by cries from the children they were supposed to be watching.

“SISTER JETSUN!” Startling at the yell of her name, she turned to the children at the plaza and she gaped.

Their ‘little’ contest had gotten out of hand and there was a big whirlwind that covered the whole plaza that Tashi was struggling to diffuse. 

How did she not notice it? 

She hurried to her feet and turned to Amanthi to help her up. “Just go!” She waved at her with a wince. “Ow, I’ll come after you!”

Light debris and sand flew around them.

She felt bad when she ran towards Tashi to help her diffuse it, Amanthi’s knee injury was bad even if it was healing.

In between the strands of her fluttering hair, she could see the children huddled together with closed eyes and holding onto each other in her peripheral vision. Come on, she shot air out to her sides in an attempt to redirect some of it away from the plaza and settled for diffusing the rest. The currents weren’t that strong where it would be dangerous, but it was big, that’s what made it difficult. How did it get so big in the first place? When the weight of the whirlwind behind her magically disappeared, she concluded that Amanthi had done something when she heard her bells ring in a specific pattern. 

It had gotten significantly smaller and more manageable with Amanthi’s help. Shooting air blasts towards the whirlwind, redirecting it to the canyon. Sighing when she saw the wind scatter to the nearby mountain forest, Jetsun quickly turned to help Tashi diffuse the last remnants of the previously, big whirlwind.

Jetsun let out a bigger sigh and put a hand on her chest. She got sand in her eyes and it stung a lot, but the whirlwind was dealt with and the kids were okay. 

“What, what was that?” She wiped at her eyes and in between her quick blinks, she could see one guilty teenager and bird and a group of guilty looking children.

“We wanted to see how big we could create it if all of us helped.” All of them nodded at Jaya’s words.

“And you didn’t think to stop them?!” She turned to Tashi who shrunk under her stare. “I didn’t think that it would turn out that big!” She defended. “They started out separately at first which seemed safe enough, but I didn’t think that all of them would merge and create a big one!”

She adjusted to the weight of Amanthi stumbling into her, securing an arm around her waist with her hand gripping onto the metal fans that were strapped on the belt under her big robe.

“All of you are cleaning this up right now!” It wasn’t much, only debris and dust, but they were still cleaning it. With guilty looks, Tashi went and handed them brooms and they all began cleaning.

“Yes, Sister Jetsun…” 

She helped Amanthi hop a distance away from them for privacy. “Are you okay? It’s not aching is it?” It had started aching once and the injury had worsened and it had sent her into a fit of worry. “This isn’t the first time I’ve injured a knee Jetsun.” She winced when she tried to stretch her left leg out. 

“I know,” she gripped anxiously at the belt under her robe, eventually pulling her into a tight hug, nudging her nose against her clothed collarbone. “I just worry. I worry a lot, this one was bad Amanthi.”

“I know,” she murmured and slowly wrapped her arms around her shoulders, hugging her back, “but it’s getting better, there are results even if they’re still small.”

Something melancholic would gnaw and churn inside Tashi’s chest whenever she’d see Jamyang and Gawa or Aden and Choekyi interact with each other.

She’s reminded of laughter, piggybacks and holding a hand that always seemed to be bigger than hers, no matter how tall she got. Even now as she helped the children clean the plaza, she knows that hand still is larger than hers.

She doesn’t want to remember. Not now. Not with all of these feelings.

“Soo,” she tensed at the voice, “what happened here? I hear children laughing and then Sister Jetsun yelling.” Choda was leaning against one of the temple pillars. Breathe. “The kiddies decided to try and create a big whirlwind,” she responded and collected the debris into a small pile, “I didn’t think that they’d actually do it, but they merged and it got out of control. We’re now cleaning the mess it caused.” Choda hmm’ed and crossed her arms with a narrowed eyed look. Tashi smiled to herself and continued dusting, Choda wasn’t aware of how easy her expressions were to read.

“Yes, I can get into trouble,” could she call this trouble? “It’s happened before.”

“I know, and then it’s mostly because of my influence. So I’m helping you,” she almost choked on her spit when she also grabbed a broom, “we always have to clean together when we get in trouble, so it’ll be like normal.” She smiled and Tashi struggled to keep herself composed.

“You’re okay, right? You’ve been distant.”

“I’m fine,” that was difficult to get out.

“You can tell me what’s wrong you know.” She couldn’t tell her this though. Ugh, why was this so difficult? Her eyes stung, she knew she could tell her anything, it had always been like that between them. She swallowed her emotions and shoved them deep, deep down so that she wouldn’t have to deal with them right now.

“I know,” and just like how Jamyang created a small whirlwind blew it into Gawa’s face, and just as she’d seen Ghamo create pretty swirls and blow them into Nyima’s hair, she created a small ‘pretty’ looking whirlwind and blew it into Choda’s face, startling her.

“Hey!” She laughed instead of helping her get her hair out of her face. It was so tempting, but she didn’t think that she’d be able to keep herself composed.

If it would be possible, then she’d like to continue blowing pretty looking whirlwinds into Choda’s face just to see that adorable indignant pout of hers.

“I know you’re lying to me.” Tashi bit her lip nervously, breathe. Of course, you’re so observant, you always know when something's wrong. She smiled, tried to at least. It probably looked fake and so not convincing, but she didn’t want to deal with this right now.

“I know.”

She has to perform with them tomorrow and she struggling to keep herself composed with this small interaction.

Great. That was just great.

Notes:

Hey, I'm on time with this. Wow, I'm clapping for myself. I originally thought that this would be at 4k words, but then ideas happened and lovelorn Tashi happened, so it ended up at 6k or so words. So yeah, I might make the standard 4-6k words. A 4k chapter hasn't happened yet, but it will sometime in the future. (I hope so) Does this count as character development? Back stories? I don't know, but I got more in depth with a couple in this and I'm satisfied. In the next chapter there will be a lot of books, moments between Gawa and Jamyang and surprise visits from certain characters. Hmm, a rainbow dust storm, I feel like I should be hinting at something with that, but I forgot what it was... (Happy Pride month y'all!🤪) 'The boy in the neighborhood' is book series made up by me, but Jamyang will be referencing it and other books she'd read. While in her room, I originally wrote that Jamyang responded that they were contemplating the ‘Dewachen gyi köpé do’.” (The Smaller Sukhavativyuha Sutra), but it didn't sit right with me, so I just wrote Dewachen instead, which is the Tibetan name for Sukhavati.  The only word (I think?): Dewachen: Sukhavati (Sanskrit meaning: blissful abode), The Land of Bliss, Western Pure land, Western Paradise, is the most well known buddhist pure land due to the popularity of pure land buddhism in East Asia and its the pure land is associated with Amitabha Buddha

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Pema Ch?dr?n's perennially best-selling classic on overcoming life's difficulties cuts to the heart of spirituality and personal growth--now in a newly designed 20th-anniversary edition with a new afterword by Pema--makes for a perfect gift and addition to one's spiritual library. How can we live our lives when everything seems to fall apart?when we are continually overcome by fear, anxiety, and pain? The answer, Pema Ch?dr?n suggests, might be just the opposite of what you expect. Here, in her most beloved and acclaimed work, Pema shows that moving toward painful situations and becoming intimate with them can open up our hearts in ways we never before imagined. Drawing from traditional Buddhist wisdom, she offers life-changing tools for transforming suffering and negative patterns into habitual ease and boundless joy.

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TENZIN in BOOK ONE: AIR | CHAPTER TEN: TURNING THE TIDES

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The kinds of discoveries that are made through [meditation] practice have nothing to do with believing in anything. They have much more to do with having the courage to die, the courage to die continually.

Pema Chödrön

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"Live quietly in the moment and see the beauty of all before you. The future will take care of itself." Paramahansa Yogananda

"Enlightenment is absolute cooperation with the inevitable." Anthony de Mello

"When you depend on anything it destroys your freedom." Jiddu Krishnamurti

"Resistance to unwanted circumstances has the power to keep those circumstances alive and well for a very long time." Pema Chödrön

"We live in the world when we love it." Rabindranath Tagore

"Don't surrender opportunity for security." Branch Rickey

"In the problem itself - not beyond it - is the answer." Jiddu Krishnamurti

"It is your attachment to objects which makes you blind and deaf." Idries Shah

"Life always begins with one step outside of your comfort zone." Shannon L. Alder

"Positive thinking will let you do everything better than negative thinking will." Zig Ziglar

"Intelligence is that faculty of mind, by which order is perceived in a situation previously considered disordered." Haneef Fatmi

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The Chief's Secret

(Kyalin)

A small get together is being thrown at air temple island, its been a while since everyone's seen each other so they decided to have a group supper to catch up.

It wasn't until Lin removed her armor, out of pure habit that she realized her mistake.

"Uh, Beifong, what is that?" Korra asked, looking at a point next to her shoulder. Lin looked down at her chest, blushing.

"Its nothing, collateral damage is all." Korra leaned in closer, her hands on her hips, a smirk appearing on her face.

"Oh my Raava. I know what that is! Asami! Beifong's got a hickey!" Lin face palmed, urging Korra to keep her voice down. Asami ran over, her eyes widening at the sight.

"Korra you werent kidding." Asami said, her too looking closer.

"Stop it," Lin grunted, bending her armour back on, concealing it again.

"Well well well..." Korra smiled deviously, "looks like you owe us an explanation."

"I owe you nothing!" Lin spat, crossing her arms.

"Fine. I'll just ask your sister." Lins eyes widened in terror as Korra hollered for Su, who looked at them from across the way. Korra waved for her to come over and Lin almost sent her flying with a Boulder the size of the island.

"Whats up you guys? Lin," Su smiled with a dip of her head.

"Su, I have something to ask you..." Korra grinned evily and Lin looked away in embarrassment.

"Anything Korra."

"Where might Lin get a hickey?" Su turned to Lin, her eyes wide and filled with an unreasonable amount of excitement.

"Lin!" She gasped, "what is she talking about?"

"Its nothing," Lin replied in her best attempt at a casual voice.

"Its not nothing, spill the tea!" Asami chipped in. Before Lin could reply, Su bent her armor off her, revealing the bruise on its prominent place on her collarbone.

"Oh my God," Su said with a grin. "Lin!" She added in a high pitched tone, giving her sister a friendly swat.

"Its not a big deal. Just a one night thing." She lied. She knew it was much more than a one night thing. But it was her thing, she didn't need them tainting it.

"Is there more?" Su asked, looking Lin up and down.

"No! Stop with the ridiculous questions!"

"Oh there's definitely more," Korra said with confidence.  Lin sighed in frustration, just when she didn't think things could get worse, Kya walked up beside Su.

"Whats going on here?" Kya said, her smirk telling Lin she already knew.

"Beifong's got a hickey," Korra replied.

"She won't say anything," Su added, narrowing her eyes.

"A hickey? Well Lin I had no idea that was your thing," Kya said with a wink. Lin gave her an angry glare, and Kya just stuck her tongue out in response.

"Its no one's business," she said again, knowing it wouldn't be enough to satisfy them.

"Look, Lin just tell us some details, maybe how he looked, his height, where he works, his name..." Asamis's attempt at... whatever that was failed miserably when Lin scoffed.

"Whoever it was, it looks like you two had a good time." Kya said, running her tongue over her lips.

"Oh we did," Lin said, deciding to change her course of action, "it was like nothing I've ever done before. It was so raw, neither of us expected it, and before you ask, Korra, I was indeed on top." Everyone's jaw dropped, but Lin only looked at Kya whos look of surprise changed to anger at Lin's lie. Kya loved to be topped, and thats usually how things went, but not last night. The waterbender was good at what she did, and she knew it, but Lin would never give her the satisfaction of saying so.

"Wow, I thought that only happened in my dreams," the Avatar replied, getting a nudge from Asami.

"Suppers ready!" Pemas voice called over the crowd.

"Good timing." Lin smirked as she left the crowd. She was well aware of Kya following her, the waterbender's footsteps heavy with anger. Lin took a seat, feeling Kya's hair rub against her arm.

"You are a cruel, cruel woman."

"Thanks, I try."

"If you want a repeat of last night I suggest you fix this."

"I told you not to leave one."

"I can't help it. Have you seen yourself naked?" With that Kya pulled her mouth from Lin's ear, flopping aggressively down next to her. 

Dinner started in a sweet silence  Lin managed to avoid and further questions about the bruise, coming up with a bullet wound just in case. But she was well aware of her sisters eyes staring at her from across the table, her pupils filled with questions. She was also well aware of Kya's hand stroking her thigh underneath the table. The waterbender rubbed it on the outside at first, then she went up, and on the inside. Currently, she gripped it, squeezing lightly as Lin tried to manage a conversation with Zhu-Li.

"So anyway I think if we were..." she trailed off, Kya's touch distracting her.

"Sorry can you give me a minute? I just need to run to the powder room." Zhu Li nodded and Lin stood up, more abruptly and pronounced than she had wanted, but she dipped her head quietly at the table before dismissing herself.

As expected, Kya followed her to the bathroom a couple minutes later, using their secret knock to let Lin know it was her.

"You are intolerable." Lin said when the door was closed.

"That was not what you said last night," Kya smirked, crossing her arms. Lin glared at her, promoting Kya to place her hands on Lin's shoulders, rubbing a thumb over the hickey.

"You can't possibly think its easy for me to see them standing out there, ogling you, wondering about your serial escapades, assuming its with, dare I say it, men." Kya elaborated, her smirk turning into a frown.

"I never said it was a guy."

"But people expect that, Lin thats just the way things are." Lin frowned.

"I'm sorry, but, I did get you riled up."

"And I got you back, so I'd say we're even."

"Not quite," Lin said, pulling Kya into a kiss. Kya giggled,  wrapping her arms around Lin's neck.

"What compelled you to take your armor off? You wear it all the time and tonight you decided would be a good time to go without?" Kya chuckled.

"Its this island, it makes me want to remove layers."

"Its the island? Or someone on it?" Kya suggested, pulling herself to kiss behind Lin's ear.

"The island. You're not the only one I've undressed here for." Kya pulled away, swatting Lin on the chest.

"Really?"

"Sorry, sorry. You are the only one who currently makes me want to undress on this island."

"Better, but you need to work on your flirting."

"You thought my flirting was just fine on Saturday."

"Perfect. Now we better get back to that dinner, or Su is going to suspect something."

"Ugh. Fine." Lin opened the door, and Korra fell into the bathroom, Su and Asami standing behind her with wide eyes. Korra looked up to Lin from her spot on the floor.

"Oh hey Lin I didn't know anyone was in here." The avatar said weakly. Lin sighed , offering her hand to Korra who took it.

"Well?" Lin asked them.

"Ummm, just to clarify," Korra started, "I didn't get a whole lot of that conversation, what I did get was hot by the way, but you guys are... um.... banging it out right?" Kya looked to Lin, doing her best to hide her smile.

"Yes, Korra." Lin admitted.

"Ob let's go!" The avatar cheered, high fiving Asami.

"Lin," Su said, "why didn't you say anything?"

"Because of that," Lin replied, pointing to Korra who danced around a laughing Asami in her moment of glee.

"We were keeping it on the down low," Kya elaborated, "we planned on telling you guys soon, but its sensitive. Lin has a very reknown role in the city, and some people won't see her the same way if this type of thing were too.... come out." Su frowned, looking at Kya and then Lin.

"I understand," she said after a moment. "So I take it this is more than you two 'banging it out?'" Lin felt herself blush, and she turned to Kya who had a similar color to her cheeks.

"Yeah, its a little more than that." Kya replied, a smile spreading across her lips. She was looking directly at Lin, who smiled in return.

"Well, I'm happy for you, and Lin, please don't be a stranger. I know we've had our troubles, but you can tell me anything."

"Thank you Su," Lin replied, "do you mind keeping it on the down-low? At least until we tell Tenzin?"

"Of course, anything. But, those two might be harder to convince." Theh looked to Korra, who was still chanting around an exhausted Asami, Lin was glad that at least she had processed the news.

"Beifong's gotta girlfriend!" 

"Ladies and gentlemen, our avatar," she said sarcastically. The three of them laughed, and Lin felt the hairs on her arms raise when Kya gripped her arm, running her hand down it briefly. They returned to the table, after swearing Korra to secrecy, enjoying the rest of the meal in a newfound peace. That didn't stop Kya from leaving soft touches every now and then on Lin's leg.

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Kya froze her hands to the headboard, she took the liberty of pulling off her top,  leaving her breasts displayed in her white bra, and exposing her underside with only a simple lace thong to cover up. She heard a knock on the door, her excitement bubbling up.

"Come in," she said in the most sultry voice she could muster.  The door opened, and instead of Lin's usual heart stopping beauty, a bald head, covered only with a blue arrow stepped in.

"Kya have you- Oh my Raava!" Tenzin said, covering his eyes.

"Tenzin!" Kya yelled, breaking her icy restraints and covering herself with a blanket. "Knock next time!"

"I did knock! Why did you tell me to come in?!"

"I thought you were someone else?"

"Who?" As if summoned by Vaatu herself, Lin came in through Kya's window.

"Sorry I'm late I got caught up- Tenzin?" Lin looked to Kya eitha panick and the waterbender shrugged, her face scrunched up in a cringe.

"Lin?" He asked in confusion. He looked to Lin, then to Kya, then back to Lin, a horrified look of realization on his face.

"Oh-oh my..." he said, his voice barely audible.

"You and Lin... you? Kya?" He stammered. Kya bit her lips together, shaking her head up and down. Tenzin placed a hand against the doorframe to stabilize himself and Lin's face went red with embarrassment.

"What are you doing?" Kya whispered while Tenzin was rebooting in the corner.

"I came in through the window because there were acolytes outside the dorms."

"Its cleaning day," Tenzin said from his spot by the door, "they stay up later to clean the dormitories."

"Tenzin," Kya spoke gently, "this has been great, but can Lin and I have some privacy?." Tenzin nodded, backing out of her room as if he hand seen the ghost of Kyoshi.

"What happened?" Lin asked.

"I thought he was you!"

"Weren't you listening for the knock?"

"I was distracted!" Kya protested, nodding toward the headboard which still had ice stuck to it. Lin put her palm to her face with a sigh.

"Well its out now." She groaned. Kya walked up to her, placing a hand under her jaw.

"Hey, maybe this is a good thing," Kya said. "Maybe this means we can take this thing a little further."

"Further than this?" Lin said sarcastically, looking at Kya's outfit, or lack thereof.

"Haha. I did this for you, remember."

"I'm sure under different circumstances I would appreciate it."

"Yes, well what I meant is, maybe its time we make this more than a couple dates, more than the sporadic sex, which I love, but why don't we  I don't know.... be together? For real this time." Lin looked at her, and for a moment Kya thought she ruined it.

"Okay." Lin replied after a moment.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I like you Kya. And I want more too. Starting with severing all ties to this island."

"Normally I'd disagree, but I'm so happy I'll do whatever you want right now." Lin raised an eyebrow, and Kya took the opportunity to wink.

"After we get to your place."

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Years and Years’ Olly Alexander, Lucy Spraggan and Sir Ian McKellen among Top 100 in 2019’s Pride Power List

The list celebrates all that is good and great in the LGBT+ community

This year’s Pride Power List has been released and it includes musicians Years and Years‘ Olly Alexander and Lucy Spraggan, and also actor Sir Ian McKellen.

Today, celebrations are taking place in the nation’s capital to commemorate Pride in London – honouring the lives, achievements, history and future of the LGBT+ community.

To coincide with the occasion, the Pride Power List 2019 has been released, revealing the members of the LGBT+ community in the UK who have made a significant impact in the fight for the equality and inclusion of LGBT+ individuals.

“The list celebrates all that is good and great in the LGBT+ community and has a unique mix of celebrity, community, celebrity and business leaders,” said Linda Riley, founder of the Pride Power List.

Individuals included in this year’s list include musicians  Years and Years‘ Olly Alexander, Lucy Spraggan and Westlife’s Mark Feehily, and actor Sir Ian McKellen.

The Pride Power 2019 List Top 100 LGBT+ individuals:

Ruth Hunt – chief executive of Stonewall.

Sir Ian McKellen CH CBE – actor and LGBT+ rights advocate.

Phyll Opoku-Gyimah – co-founder of UK Black Pride.

Owen Jones – columnist, author, commentator and political activist.

Peter Tatchell – LGBT+ campaigner and activist.

Sandi Toksvig OBE – writer, actor, comedian, presenter and producer.

Michael Cashman CBE – Labour peer, actor, former MEP and LGBT+ campaigner.

Munroe Bergdorf – DJ, activist and feminist.

Edward Enninful OBE – editor-in-chief of British Vogue.

Liz Carr – actor, comedian and disability rights campaigner.

Clare Balding OBE – broadcaster, journalist and author.

Graham Norton  – television and radio presenter, comedian and actor.

Gok Wan – fashion consultant, author and television presenter.

Saara Aalto – singer and musician.

Mhairi Black MP – Scottish politician.

Heather Peace – actor, musician and LGBT+ rights activist.

Nicola Adams OBE – professional boxer.

Liv Little – founder of gal-dem magazine.

Stephen Fry – actor, presenter, writer, comedian and activist.

Anthony Watson – founder and CEO of TBOL.

Lord Waheed Alli – media entrepreneur and politician.

Dawn Airey – Getty Images board and NYT chair.

Alan Carr – comedian, television personality and author.

Cressida Dick – commissioner of the Metropolitan Police.

Paris Lees – journalist, presenter, feminist and transgender rights activist.

Hannah Bardell MP – SNP MP of Livingston Constituency.

Lucy Spraggan – singer and songwriter.

Adele Roberts – radio presenter and DJ.

Sara Geater – chief operating officer of All3Media.

Alison Camps – partner and deputy chairman of Quadrangle.

Claire Harvey – diversity and inclusion consultant.

Charlie Condou – actor and columnist.

Ruth Davidson – Scottish politician and leader of the Scottish Conservative Party.

Mark Feehily – musician and one of the lead singers of Westlife.

Dr Ranj Singh – TV presenter, author, columnist and doctor.

Jane Hill – BBC journalist and broadcaster.

Olly Alexander – songwriter, actor and lead singer of Years and Years.

Chardine Taylor-Stone – cultural producer, writer and activist.

Tim Jarman – assistant director for diversity and inclusiveness at EY.

Amy Lamé – writer, performer, presenter and London’s night Czar.

Evan Davis – presenter, economist and author.

Annie Wallace – actor.

Kiki Archer – author.

Bobby Cole Norris – TV personality and presenter.

Horse McDonald – singer and songwriter.

Susan Calman – comedian, television presenter and writer.

Dr Elly Barnes MBE – CEO and founder of Educate and Celebrate.

Ollie Locke – television personality, presenter and writer.

Angela Eagle MP – Labour MP for Wallasey.

Brian Ashmead-Siers – partner at PwC.

Reeta Loi – writer, musician and activist.

Sophie Anna Ward – actor and author.

Vincent Francois – regional chief auditor executive at Societe Generale.

Jack Monroe – best-selling author and activist.

Baroness Liz Barker – House of Lords, Liberal Democrats.

Benjamin Butterworth – journalist for i newspaper.

Dr Liam Hackett – founder and CEO of Ditch The Label.

Pema Radha – chief of staff to Global Head of Managed Services at EY.

Mark McLane – head of diversity and inclusion, M&G Prudential.

Bisi Alimi – gay rights activist, public speaker and blogger.

Julie Wilson – CEO of Optimus Cards.

Mary Portas – broadcaster and TV personality.

Val McDermid, FRSE, FRSL – author.

Michael Salter-Church MBE ​– co-chair of Pride in London.

Ryan Atkin – professional referee.

Kelly Simmons MBE – FA director, Women’s Professional Game.

Wes Streeting MP – Labour politician.

Ryan John Butcher – journalist.

Andy Woodfield – partner at PwC.

Charlie Craggs  – trans activist and author.

Dan Hughes – PR specialist.

Dolly-Rose Campbell – actor.

Suki Sandhu OBE – founder and CEO of Involve and Audeliss.

Charlie King – celebrity personal trainer and columnist.

David Ames – actor.

Emma Woollcott – partner at Mishcon de Reya.

Polly Shute  – partnership director of Parallel Lifestyle. ‏

Kezia Dugdale – director of John Smith Centre.

Cliff Joannou – editor-in-chief of Attitude magazine.

Jacqui Gavin – Diversity and Inclusion Centre of Excellence manager at Employers Network for Equality and Inclusion.

Jodie Taylor – professional footballer.

Mark Anderson – executive vice president of Customer Experience at Virgin Atlantic.

Professor Sue Sanders – professor and chair of Schools Out. UK.

Daniel Lismore – artist, designer and writer.

Simon Jones – PR specialist.

Ian Massa-Harris-McFeely – events producer, voice coach and makeup artist.

Justine Greening – Conservative Party politician.

Darren Styles OBE – publisher of Attitude magazine.

Rikki Beadle-Blair – actor, director, screenwriter, singer, choreographer and songwriter.

Lord Collins – Labour peer and LGBT+ rights advocate.

Jen Brister – comedian, writer and actor.

Russell T Davies – screenwriter.

Amrou Al-Kadhi – writer, performer and filmmaker.

Pav Akhtar – co-founder and director of strategy of UK Black Pride.

Tag Warner – CEO of Gay Times.

Dr Catherine Lee – deputy dean of Anglia Ruskin University.

Suzi Ruffell – comedian.

Scott McGlynn – presenter, blogger and author.

Mridul Wadhwa – transgender rights campaigner.

Dotty – rapper and radio presenter.

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Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.

Pema Chödrön 

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A love in the eye of the hurricane ch 3 (unedited)

(Slightly better edited chapter. The chapter was originally posted on 15 may 2022)

Aden was wide-eyed as he and Abbot Dorji were given a guide by Sister Chomden around the temple; Abbot Dorji knew his way around the temple, he’d been there plenty of times before she'd been told, but he joined in for the semantics.

He made sure to stop and compliment the dölma thangka that Sister Gyalwo had painted that hung in one of the prayer halls.

“I was 16!” She replied in a manner that suggested it was habitual, she smiled. “You always compliment that one! My thangkas are better now, you know that.” Abbot Dorji laughed gently. “Your paintings have indeed improved.” She’d recently finished a large beautiful Dzambala thangka that was currently on display at one of the walls facing the canyon. 

“But on that journey of improvement,” He turned to her and gave one of his kind smiles. “I find this thangka to be one of your best.”

“This is my first time at one of the big temples!” Aden said he was so excited for the trip that he might’ve ended up dozing off, like eight times, while flying on his bison, Bao, due to not being able to sleep. That got Jaya to ask about that one time he was allowed to tag along with Abbot Dorji to the Eastern Air Temple. 

“Does it count though?” He asked as they walked to one of the classrooms. “Abbot Dorji had me stay by his bison the whole time we were there.” Aden was never told why. Jamyang suspected it was because of Elder Tashi, not Sister Tashi, who could be rather…opinionated on the other temples. She doesn’t get that though, Elder Tashi is Gelug and Gelug was started by a wandering monk that was born at one of the other temples; The Jonang choeling monastery, if she was remembering correctly.

A remote temple based in a mountain forest, famous for the Gelugpa founder, philosophical books, soup dumplings and staff techniques. Some of them would also be coming to the festival.

“I’ve never been in one of the big temples before, how’s that?” He corrected and glanced at Jaya over his shoulder. Jaya pursed her lips, and after mulling over it for a bit she shrugged her shoulders. “Hm, I guess. It’s a good thing that this is the first one because we live here and we can show you what we do!” Aden shared her excitement. 

Ever since the class trip in January, they’ve been allowed to visit him and he’d shown them around and shown them what usually does. He hiked a lot at the nearby mountains, travelled to the nearby towns with bulks of special incense, he swims with the big golden koi fish at an open lake that had the purest water that she’d ever seen; Swimming with the koi fish was one of his favourite things to do. And he visited the other temples by the sea and up in the mountains, and he visited the temples that are on ‘the islands’. 

Jamyang had never been to ‘the islands’ before, it was apparently a synonym for five big island kingdoms. People on two of the bison, Hayma and Sanoh’s bison, were from ‘the islands’.

And he liked to train. He was vague on that topic. Jamyang knew that he currently trained with a wooden sword, spears, wooden staffs and a three-section staff, or as it’s called there, a sanjiegun. And he trained in two other airbending styles, the third being the one that she’s being trained in.

“Ah, welcome.” Abbot Dorji greeted them kindly as they walked in. She blinked confused, she was expecting Sister Tsering or Sister Gyalwo. Maybe Sister Pema.

“We’re not late are we?” Jaya asked and he shook his head. “No, no. Just in time.” He ushered them to their seats. They weren’t late, there were a couple of students that came in after them. Jamyang took her seat by the window, Jaya took the seat beside her and Aden took the seat in front of her.

“Who are you?” Was the main question of many of them. Abbot Dorji hummed thoughtfully. “Hm, I guess I am the substitute for today.” He chuckled, looking sheepish. “I didn’t quite think this through.” He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard. “My name is Dorji, children. You may use my titles as monk or Abbot while referring to me, but you can also use my name alone.” Some of the other students gasped quietly at that.

Jamyang remembered feeling the same shock at the informality between students and teachers when they first visited them. The visiting Brothers and Sisters shared the same informality, insisting on only using their names. Titles weren’t necessary for them.

“I am the Abbot of Yonggunsa Temple and the Zixiao temple in the Wudang mountains.” He told them. “If you remember, you met me while on a class trip to the Yonggunsa temple.” There’s a long ‘Aahh’ of recollection from the other students and an ‘Oh, I remember you!’ from Ema in the front. He looked at her and smiled. “I remember you too, you were quite good at surfing if my memory is correct.” Ema ducked her head at the compliment. It was a deserved compliment in her opinion, Ema was good at surfing. She impressed the older students and masters with how good she was.

“Me and my student, Aden,” Being the only boy in the room besides Abbot Dorji, he shrunk under the weight of the other students' curious glances. “Are here because we have been invited to the upcoming smoke festival.” He told them and then his expression turned somewhat apologetic. “But I do have to admit some ignorance,” That, got Jamyang to eye him out of the corner of her eye, “What do you do at the smoke festival? I didn’t get to read that much about it?” He caught her gaze, held it, smirked and looked at the other students as they start mulling on their thoughts

Oh you liar, Jamyang covered her mouth to hide her smile. He was familiar with all of the Sisters and Elders. Of course, he knows.

“Wouldn’t anyone please tell me?” He pleaded 

“I heard that it’s different from how it’s done at the temples I teach at. There, it’s something done when celebrating Losar and the dragon festival. The airbenders bring firebenders with them on their bison and they ride high up in the sky.” She could see why Aden always wrote that Abbot Dorji told the best stories. “And while they’re flying, the firebenders create large plumes of smoke and then, an airbender or two jumps off the bison and they shape the smoke so that it takes the form of a mighty dragon.” The others gasp, wrapped up in his storytelling.

Aden had written to her about what he and his friends did at the dragon festival and Losar. He’d even sent her a wooden dragon figurine, painted by himself after meticulously studying multiple druk murals, and special prayer flags of the lungta horse and Dölma Karmo that now hung in her room.

“On Losar however, the celebrations are a lot calmer in comparison. There are contests to draw pictures in the sky that convey a new beginning. Something to leave behind. Or it could be something personal, like what you want to achieve.” He finished observing the wide-eyed expressions the class had. “I guess, it isn’t the same here... is it?”

In her opinion, the smoke festival, Losar (they celebrated Losar too, but differently) and the dragon festival were all evolved regional variants of a smoke puja. She liked offering smoke pujas, so it’s all good.

“Uhm.” Pema in the mid-row raised her hand.

“Yes?” Abbot Dorji permitted.

“The festivals are similar, but like, not at the same time?” There are some positive murmurs from the girls around her. Abbot Dorji looked intrigued by her answer. “Oh? How so?” And Pema hesitated. “Well, I heard that the dragon festival and Losar can be seen as a show of the friendship between the airbenders and firebenders. And for us, it’s uh…” She paused to find the right way to word herself.

“A show of our friendship with you and the other temples.” There are a bit louder positive murmurs from the girls around her.

“Oh, so is it only for airbenders?” Nyima, who sat next to Pema looked mortally offended by that thought.

“Of course not! Everybody can come!” He was startled at her intensity. The murmurs were louder. “People from the nearby Villages always come to celebrate the smoke festival with us. Even the nomadic Brothers and Sisters from the Eastern and Northern Temples come too. But because most of us only know other airbenders, there aren’t that many other benders that come.”

“Oh, so you celebrate the friendships you have?” He asked and they nod. Pema was hesitant, but added. “It doesn’t have to only be friendship, if you love someone, you celebrate that too.” 

“Oh, how interesting. What else do you do?” He asked and Norbu who sat two rows behind Pema and Nyima raised her hand.

“Yes?”

“There’s music and dancing too.”

“So like the spring festival?” He questioned and Norbu made a face.

“Hmm, not really.” She put a finger to her chin. “The spring festival is more about spring, and feelings and getting together- there’s a focus on that at least, but at the smoke festival it’s isn’t as much of a focus on it. Like you can, but you don’t have to. The music and dancing are more about…what’s the word? Togetherness?”

“Ah! So, the music and dancing serves as a way to bring new people together?” Norbu nodded. “Yeah, you can dance and sing with someone you don’t know and still have fun.” Ngawang agreed loudly besides Norbu, Jaya too. 

Jamyang caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. It’s outside. In the courtyard.

“Yes?”

“We also light a big bonfire too.” She thinks that’s Ghamo, but not too sure.

“A big bonfire? What does that entail?”

“Uhm, now to explain that…”

Jamyang tried to pay attention, she really did, honestly. But what was going on outside was way more interesting.

It looked like Sister Tsering and Hayma were practising something to perform at the festival, or… they were just having fun. It looked like the latter when Sister Tsering did a loop-de-loop and flew right into Hayma's arms and kissed her. Some of Amanthi’s words from the other day echoed in her head.

“Tsering is very brave, you know.” Amanthi started, and there was admiration in her voice. “When the elders disagreed and didn’t approve of them being together, she packed her necessities, left a note for Gyalwo and flew to the Agari temple and stayed for one year and six months until they relented.” 

“We have performances too, but they’re not the same as yours. It’s similar to your Losar celebrations, yet not at the same time.” That was Dolkar, they exchange opinions on books they've read. “How are they different?”

“They’re more focused on airbending itself, or more airbending related if that makes sense. Like flying loops and doing tricks with the bison and cool gliding tricks, it isn't limited to that, but that’s what I remember seeing the most off. I heard that it’s more focused on the artistic side at your performances.”

Jamyang wondered if the older students were seeing this, she remembered always hearing them bothering Sister Tsering if she had a partner or not, they’d gotten more insistent ever since they’d asked Sister Gyalwo and she’d answered with ‘I have boyfriends’. They are in the classroom directly above hers, so probably?

Sister Tsering is thrown high up in the air with Haymas airbending, and there’s a joyful expression on her face that’s waydifferent from the joyful expression she gets when Sister Gyalwo says that she needed a hug right now.

Sister Gyalwo had a hug-o-meter, a rare condition in which the person could get sick when they don’t get enough hugs, her words, not Jamyangs.

Hayma is unabashed in showing her affections for Sister Tsering, even now. Daily, ever since arriving, Tomoe, the spoiled panda that has to sit on her shoulders all the time, comes floating through the classroom window carrying letters that she tried her best not to smile at. 

She failed every time.

She heard from Jaya that heard it from Amala, who was in the classroom when it happened, that Sister Tsering had given in to their inquiries about her relationship status.

“Oh?” Amala looked up from her almost finished written essay to see Choda, in the row in front of her, leaning over her desk with a smirk and an arched brow. Amala looked in the direction she was looking at to see Sister Tsering at the teacher's desk smiling at a note in her hand and a red panda, getting what looked like to be a really good belly rub.

“Is it a secret admirer perhaps?” She teased and Sister Tsering glanced at her and there was a gentle look in her eyes. She put the note down and Sister Gyalwo snuck a peek at it and broke out in a grin. “It’s an admirer, yes, just not a secret one.” Amala's eyes widened at the admission, she had rumors of course, and Jaya had mentioned this nun that had called her 'Nyingdu-la', but Sister Tsering had never talked about it nor mentioned anything. There were murmurs of disbelief and surprise from her classmates.  

“Wait, really?”

“You’re not joking?”

“Gyalwo,” She said and leaned onto her with a sigh, uncaring of the chaos she threw into the class. “Help me, I don’t know how to respond.”

Hayma caught Sister Tsering with a weird airbending move she’d never seen before, it looked like a pouch almost, or like, one of the hollow earth pits that Aden fell in while they were out hiking that one time. She swirled Sister Tsering around gently and Jamyang can see tiny silver dots, which she guessed are bells, in her hair. 

She’s so familiar with the sound of the bells that she can practically hear them chime as Haymas airbending wooshed around her. She has spent a lot of time around the Brothers and Sisters visiting recently. Partly because of Jaya, another part because of Aden knowing them, and the last part was because they find her interesting; she doesn’t know what they mean by that yet, but they keep her company sometimes as she reads.

Just sitting with her as she reads, and often they read too- Fuji and Zoho were currently working on blueprints for a hobby of theirs- which then divulged into a conversation she’d not foresee herself having. She doesn’t mind that at all. 

Sanoh was very happy to braid Jaya’s hair if anyone was wondering. It’s a regular thing now. She gets dragged along too, and Jaya had said this the first time she dragged her along. “I chose her as a volunteer!” That made Sanoh and her two friends laugh loudly.

“Ah~.” Abbot Dorji sighed dreamily when he noticed what she was staring at so intently. He went over to the window to see better, other students tried to look as well. “True love is a wonderful thing, don't you think so Jamyang?” She finds herself nodding absently, still intently watching Sister Tsering and Hayma. 

“I’ve never experienced it, but,” Hayma removed the walls of the air pouch(?) and directed it towards Sister Tsering, twirling the air around her in a controlled manner layer by layer. She’s never seen such pristine control before. 

It’s years until she can become a master, but maybe…? She has an idea on a move to create now at least.

“It looks like a wonderful thing, yeah.” She’s unsure of her words. Abbot Dorji turned to her, the midday rays of Agni hit his blue-grey arrow, his expression was calm as he smiled, and there’s an underlying something there that she couldn’t pinpoint. The black hilt of his sword peeked out of his big robe, there were odd pieces of colourful cloth attached to the hilt with bronze-gold bells and one singular red bead sewn in them. The hilt itself was painted with shimmering golden foxes. She had seen his sword a total of two times ever since she’d met him, but she’d never taken notice of those bells before. Ever. Who was he grieving? 

“It is.” 

She people watched a lot when she didn't have a book in her hands. She noticed a lot of things before people noticed them themselves. That included Choekyi and her sneaky, not so sneaky, glances at a friend of hers.

Jamyang sees the way Choekyi blushes when Aden smiles. Aden is nice and he’s also kind. He even made sure to hold her hand tightly when they hiked up the Shi li river to the Wuzhoushan grottoes. She knows how kind he is. 

She imagined that he’s someone that people could fall in love with easily.

She quietly walked up to some of the older students that sat by the temple staircases that she and Jaya were familiar with. Her adoring friend just so happened to be there as well. “Jamyang!” She greeted and hugged her. She hugged back, Jaya’s hugs were nice and comforting. They did ease her mind off the difficult question she was about to ask. How does she ask a difficult question in the first place? Is there a certain way she should do it without appearing rude? Or…Should she just say it?

Jamyang bowed in greetings to the older girls, they thought she was adorable. 

“What’s up?” Jaya asked. She turned and gestured in the direction where Aden and Choekyi and a bunch of other kids and adults were setting up poles and drawing ‘take off’ squares with chalk for the festival that officially started in three days.

It already felt like it had lasted way longer.

Jaya followed her gesture confused, the same confusion was echoed in the older girls.

“What?” So Jamyang gestured again, a bit more aggressively than her previous attempt, she made sure to gesture at Choekyi this time.

“What?”

“Is that what a crush looks like?” Jaya looked over at them again with the silliest wide-eyed expression she’d seen. “A crush?!” She sputtered. “Choekyi?” She questioned while erratically gesturing towards them while Jamyang nodded still ever so calmly.

She ignored how the older girls looked at Aden and Choekyi in a similar way to how the visiting Brothers and Sisters looked at her and the red pandas. Or any of their other animals for that matter, their bison, their lemurs and this red small fire sprouting bird that she’s never heard of, seemed to like her a lot. She liked them too and she would often wake up surrounded by a dozen pandas or so, which was comforting (She had only woken up two times in the middle of the night due to how warm it would get.) But they also mentioned Gawa- who she had nothing against and sounded like a very nice person that Jaya would surely get along with- every single time so…she ignored the way the older girls looked at Aden and Choekyi.

“I’ve noticed that she stares at him like that a lot, so I wanted to ask if that was what a crush looked like.” She’s read about it and she’s seen it on a few teachers and older students, but this was Choekyi. 

Who was an extremely expressive individual, happy often, a good airball player, struggles a bit with throwing balls the right way due to flexible fingers and gives great hugs, but a bit slow when it comes to picking up others' feelings and her own. She forgets herself sometimes and she doesn’t have that hug-o-meter that Sister Gyalwo has. 

And then there’s Aden, who thinks everybody is just really nice.

“Puppy love.” Choda sighed and dramatically fell onto Tashi beside her, nice and openminded Tashi, aged 15 from the Western Air Temple. “I wonder when I’ll experience that.” There’s something, at least it looked like something, in Tashi’s gaze as she caught Choda that had Jamyang wondering…

“Maybe it’s right in front of you and you’re looking too hard?” She offered, reciting a line she read from one of the books in her collection. 

“Yeah!” Jaya agreed while grinning. “Maybe you’ll trip over them during the festival?” She laughed.

“You do tend to be a little clumsy at festivals.” Amala nudged Choda teasingly. Choda scoffed and shoved at her while smiling. “Maybe…” Hmm, and there’s something more in Tashi’s gaze again.

“But still,” Jaya turned to her with her hands on her hips. “On Aden? The one that thinks everybody is nice?” There are sympathetic expressions from the older girls and a sympathetic ‘ooh!’ From Ceba. “That’s why I came asking, I don’t know Choekyi as well as you do. What I do know about her is general, maybe a little more, but not much. So,” She turned and gestured to them, Aden was currently helping Choekyi with stabilising one of the poles; in the late afternoon, after dinner, they’ll decorate them with prayer flags.

“Is that normal for her to do?” Choekyi blushed a thin layer of pink, and not so sneakily looked at Aden while he helped her stabilize the pole. 

“…No,” Jaya answered, still watching them. “That’s not normal for her at all.” Choda followed up on that, still laying on Tashi. “Choekyi is also slow at noticing her feelings, so this is going to be fun.”

“We’re going to witness her being confused as to why she’s jealous, aren’t we?”

“Totally.”

“We’re going to be subjected to confused feelings, rants and those conversations, aren’t we?”

“Most likely.” Choda laughed.

There’s an eerie feeling that climbed its way up Jamyang’s back as she waited for the tea to brew in the kitchen.

The Brothers from the Southern Temple arrived when they were putting up the prayer flags, while the rest of the Brothers and Sisters from the other temples arrived later towards dusk when most of the children were either finished with supper or getting ready for bed.

She knows because she heard them. Stopping at chapter 10 in the Sea Dragon Chronicles, lighting a candle for meditation and mid-dzogchen session she was disrupted when she heard one bison roar and multiple bison groans in response.

Peeking out of her window, she spotted outlines of dozens of bison and many people. She recognised Sister Tsering’s light night garment as she talked with a nun and a monk. They similarly presented themselves to how Hayma did when she greeted them last week. 

Jamyang didn’t bother spying more on them, knowing well that they would be introduced tomorrow. And she was right. They were joined at meditation before breakfast and properly introduced during breakfast. 

Abbots and two Abbesses and their disciples from the forests, they…also had the saffron socks, different shades of them too. Abbots and Abbesses with their disciples in grey, orange and brown robes from high up in the mountains. Monks and nuns with grey, black and white robes, she didn’t know where they came from. And then there were those with the red robes or any variations of those robes, they were in a majority by a smaller margin now than before.

There were more of them of course, she didn’t catch the rest because she was busy eating.

And now, as she’s preparing a bamboo bottle of tea, with a dozen pandas, one fire breathing bird and one black ringed lemur, there’s an eerie feeling that shivered its way up her back. Tomoe twittered at her shoulders; Hayma told her at breakfast that when Tomoe twitters, she is actually laughing at you. 

So why was she laughing?

Jamyang stopped briefly and looked around for who or what it could be, before pouring the finished brewed tea into her bottle. She picked up the snacks she’d packed for her companions under her arm, put her book under the other arm and took the bottle in her hand and headed outside for some reading.

She chose one of the grassy fields down by the Chenrezig forest, enjoying the view and basking in the golden rays of Agni. 

…‘What will you choose , Feng?’ The mad king laughs maniacally, gripping the holy sabre in his hand. Feng cradles the injured baby dragon in his arms, a pressure builds in his chest. He feels an immense rage course through him, how dare he? How dare he?! The dragon in his arms whimpered. ‘Don’t worry,’ He said and picked up his spear. ‘I got you.’ He turned his back and ran. ‘I will prot-’ 

Her shoulders shuddered and that eerie feeling was back. What was going on? She bookmarked and closed her book, taking a swing of her tea- a refreshing earthy taste-, she picked up the nearest panda, Niji, and cuddled them close.

“You wouldn’t happen to know why I’m feeling this way, would you?” She asked and Niji quacked at her, chirped and squeaked. It was probably a response, it sounded like one, too bad she couldn’t understand it.

“Phwee, fweet!” Quick flapping was accompanied by the chirping. Smiling, recognising the specific chirp, she held her hand out and called to the bird. “Assam!” He answered her call. “Phwee, fweet!” There’s another familiar chirp right after Assam. A livelier chirp. Jamyang gasped, spirits to Vayu, she hadn’t seen him in a while. “Oolong!” Her yell was answered with a cheerful, husky tonal trill. 

Assam barely greeted her, landing in her palm for some pets before hurrying over to Gohan. She side-eyed him as he happily jumped around Gohan. “Rude…” Her mood lifted when Oolong quickly took his place. “Hi.” She held him up close to her face, rubbing the back of his head with a finger. “I haven’t seen you in a while, where have you been?” Oolong puffed his pine coloured feathers, he answered with a series of quick chirps and a second long upsweeping zreeeeeeet. 

He chirped and he chirped.

“I, I don’t understand what you’re saying.” She had to say when he kept chirping and tweeting at her. He clacked his beak at her words, looking annoyed that she couldn’t understand.

Which... fair.

She’s annoyed that she couldn’t understand them either. The conversations between them always sounded so interesting, it was truly a shame. “Do you want to sit with me, or do you want to introduce yourself?” She gestured to the animals around them, Kannon seemed curious about him, perking up when she noticed him sitting in Jamyangs palm, she took slow steps up to them. Oolong shifted uneasily in her palm. “Fwo.” He squeaked and she hurried to reassure him. “I knowit’s scary, but Kannon is a polite panda, right?” She chose to forget that one time Kannon and Chuusei stole her snack. 

“Don’t startle him okay? Careful movements and no overly loud sounds.” She glared at Kannon in warning, who shrunk under the intensity of her glare. Her attention turned back to Oolong. “I will be putting you down now, okay?” She slowly lowered her hand down. “Feel free to peck if your boundaries are overstepped.” Oolong shifted uneasily again, jumping out of her hand eventually. Kannon laid herself flat on the grass as Oolong warily approached her.

“Zret zret?” Oolong jumped towards Kannon, who made sure to look as flat as possible. It looked like she struggled not to move. Her tail would swish, then stop and then start swishing again. “Mrp?” Jamyang observed their interactions for a few minutes before deciding to follow Kannon’s example and lay down too. 

She made sure to spread her arms and feet wide so that animals could come and lay with her if they choose to do so; she once woke up with five baby bison who had escaped the stables. Her Sister namesake and temple's bison herder had been so lost for words when she’d come back to the temple followed by five baby bison.

Dal, Uzume, Tomoe, Niji, Cintsha and Jannu, and some she hadn't learned the names of cuddled up around her and… they did something. She could tell because it got really warm all of a sudden. It wasn’t an uncomfortable warmth, just…it got warmer than usual from the other times they’d used her as a pillow.

Amanthi had said that the pandas could use chi, and they would use their chi to heal damaged nature or to warm those that they saw as their own.

Gohan splooted in a way so that he was laying both on Amanthi and on her. His paws started to glow in a similar shade to Agnis rays. She gasped at the feeling, it was warm and nice.

"What is he doing?" She asked and watched the golden glow around Gohans paws in rapid fascination. Amanthi petted his head and Gohan purred. "He’s warming us." She answered.

"Why?"

"He thinks we’re cold because we don’t have any fur. The pandas only does it to people they see as their own."

Jamyang wasn’t completely sure if that was what was happening, but…

It was nice. Comfy. Jamyang could feel their breathing slow. Oh well, she might as well join them if they’re going to take a nap. Focusing on their low purrs, closing her eyes and slowing her breathing, it didn’t take too long before fell asleep.  

Jamyang woke up some hours later to someone standing over her. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she sees that it’s a girl. Half of her face was covered in a mask and her eyes were uniquely coloured, they were really pretty. Her eyes are narrow and there’s suspicion there. She didn’t do anything, did she?

“Are you a Jizo spirit?” Jamyang’s eyes squinted, she didn't know what a Jizo spirit was and she certainly hoped that she wasn’t one. Well, she had always wondered what being a spirit was like, but she would likely experience that later in life on her deathbed.

“No. I don't think so at least.” She answered sluggishly, rubbing the stubborn sleep out of her eyes. Blinking multiple times so that her blurry vision cleared. What beautiful colours, she thought, a unique combination of the grey she’s used to seeing and waterbender blue. 

“Your eyes are pretty, very pretty.”

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Some words:

Woo, an update! This might be a long note, brace yourself. I couldn't chose just one of the summaries, so I just went with all three of them. I edited the best I could, but there are chances I might've missed something. So we met another one of Jamyangs bird friends, Oolong. I'm unsure if I want to say what he is now or later… but we'll see;) We've been introduced to Abbot Dorji and gotten a look at the view some of the nuns of the Eastern temple have on the other temples, and Jamyang doesn't understand them. Sister Tsering gave into the inquires of her love life and there's a possibility that Choekyi has a crush. Who could be the girl that was standing over Jamyang when she woke up? Uhm, I have a Tumblr for updates, reblogs and noob attempts at moodboards.

Some words: Thangka: in simple words a religious painting, often used for meditation Dzambala: A God of Fortune and Wealth Gelug: A school within Tibetan buddhism founded by Je Tsongkhapa, who studied under various masters of different lineages including Sakya, Kagyu and Jonang. Yonggunsa Temple: A korean temple in busan Zixiao temple: Also called purple cloud temple is a taoist temple standing on zhanqi in the Wudang mountains Wudang mountains: A mountain range in northwestern China. They are famous for a complex of taoist temples and monasteries associated with Xuantian Shangdi Losar: Known as Tibetan new year, is a festival celebrated in Tibetan Buddhism. Its celebrated in Bhutan, Tibet, India and Sikkim Druk: A thunder dragon from Tibetan and Bhutanese mythology, he is a bit more than just a thunder dragon in this… Lungta horse: A wind horse. Was predominantly a feature of folk culture with no relation to buddhism. During the rime movement in the 19th century the wind horse was increasingly given more Buddhist undertones and used in Buddhist context Drölma Karmo: White tara. Dolkar also means white tara Smoke puja: A purification practice to remove impurities of the practitioners mind and all sentient beings Dzogchen: Is a form of meditation. I recommend this video on it What is Dzogchen with Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche

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Swiss Step Aerobics / Winterthur Tanzfest  am 4 Mai von 15:00 bis 15:20

Öffentliches Aerobic-Workout und Tanzparcours zum Mitmachen Swiss Step Aerobics wurde von Willimann/Arai in Zusammenarbeit mit fünf in der Schweiz lebenden Volkstanzlehrern und Volkstanzlehrerinnen entwickelt. Das Aerobic-Workout entlarvt Folklore als transkulturelles Phänomen: In Referenz zum Schweizer Volkstanz, der Tanzschritte aus unterschiedlichen Kulturen vereint, werden hier Tanzschritte aus verschiedenen Volkstänzen zu einer rasanten Trainingseinheit kombiniert. Über den Link zum Youtube-Tutorial kann Jede und Jeder bereits Zuhause trainieren: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=entkcSXJRMg Zieht am Samstag bunte Trainingskleidung an und nehmt eure Wasserflasche mit. Wir erwarten Euch!

Performance: Paulina Alemparte Guerrero & Pema Sonam / Konzept, Idee: Mayumi Arai & Nina Willimann / Choreographie: Mayumi Arai & Nina Willimann in Zusammenarbeit mit Paulina Alemparte Guerrero, Amela Kahrimanovic, Tolga Yumuk, Pema Sonam, Carol Sonam / Performance tutorial: Paulina Alemparte Guerrero, Mayumi Arai, Pema Sonam, Carol Sonam, Nina Willimann

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Archplatz, Winterthur, Schweiz Bei Schlechtwetter Bei schlechtem Wetter findet der 1. Teil des Workouts (auf dem Archplatz) statt.

https://2019.fetedeladanse.ch/winterthur/programme/2019/5/4/#s2439-8219