[That evening, Aang woke up with his face in a book. There he was, in the library. Jinora had piqued his interest in books, so he was trying to read one. He didn't count on so many words, and maybe it was still some residual tiredness from the draft that caused him to sleep the day away there.
He quickly got a sense of how late it was, however, and he scooped up his journal without bothering to check it first. Once he was outside, he produced an air scooter and made his way back as quickly as possible, hoping he hadn't missed dinner.]
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He quickly got a sense of how late it was, however, and he scooped up his journal without bothering to check it first. Once he was outside, he produced an air scooter and made his way back as quickly as possible, hoping he hadn't missed dinner.]