Zaofu, many years ago.

Baatar Jr. was rushing through the gardens. He overslept and now he was late.

"Shouldn't have worked that long…" He muttered, rushing past a little playground area. He stopped when he heard something… soft sobbing. Tracking back a bit, he could see the source; his little sister, Opal, sitting on one of the two swings of the playground and softly crying to herself. His haste evaporated as he slowly approached her.

"Opal?" He carefully asked. "Are you okay?"

"Win and Wei won't let me play their new game with me." This made Baatar frown as he took a seat on the swing next to Opal's.

"They probably don't want you to get hurt. It does look pretty rough." He tried, but he knew the real reason it upset her that much.

"It's because I can't bend…" Opal said, still sniffling a bit. "That's not fair!"

"If it makes you feel any better… They don't let me play either." Baatar tried.

"You probably wouldn't do any good, even if you were a bender." Opal said, grinning.

"That hurt, Opal." Baatar said, only slightly joking. They shared a small laugh before they both sighed and looked down again. Despite their differences, their grievances were very similar. Still, Baatar Jr. felt he should cheer her up. But how? Looking at the little girl, he finally figured something out as he got up from the swing and got behind her, giving her a little push. This surprised her.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"It's a swing, isn't it? So how about we use it that way?" Baatar Jr. said, giving it another push as his sister started smiling.

"Higher!" She said.

"How high do you want to go?"

"To the sky!"

"You got it!" Baatar said, smiling as he pushed harder. This caused Opal to laugh out loud as she got high up in the air.