Third Person: That was sorted, for sure. Grabbing the journal and dropping it into the pocket made by her shirt and robe, Ikki bounced out of the room, giving up her search for any hint of her belongings or Jinora's things or Jinora. If the library failed, she could always visit Grandpa's - maybe there was some family thing she'd missed because of...well, she couldn't really sort that, still, but that was always an option. At least she was somewhere familiar, and the path to the library was etched into her mind. She'd never gone there for herself, exactly (it was always easiest to just snag a book from Jinora than to actually go looking), but it was always the best place to locate her sister, if she ever really couldn't figure out where Jinora was.
Admittedly she was - not certain. Stubborn optimism made her believe that Jinora would be there when she got there, and would allow herself to be dragged off like usual, but if she'd been gone for a while, well, Jinora might be gone, too. And so might Grandpa. And Katara. And - well, she'd worry about that later, because she could only worry about so many things and people at once (except she couldn't, because she wasn't letting herself, because it would be okay either way). It was mostly that she was so used to seeing her sister there, that she was the first person she couldn't find - well, that just made it a little more urgent to figure out where she'd gotten to. Jinora was less likely to check the journals as much as Ikki might, too, or as much as the rest of the family did - mostly because she was probably checking other books, which was why Ikki generally relied on tracking her sister down in person.
Back home it had been easy. Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo had rarely split up at home, though. When they were going to the female or male sides of things, sure, but in those cases Ikki had never strayed too far from Jinora. She'd always known exactly where her siblings were, especially her sister. When she'd gotten here - the first time, at least - she'd not had that luxury (hadn't realized it was one, actually), although Jinora's favourite place to be would always be the library. It was just that they weren't glued to one another's sides as such, and there were so many other places to be, and what if her big sister wasn't in the library, buried up to her eyebrows in books?
Ikki snorted. If Jinora wasn't there, well - fine. She still had a list to go down of places to check, and she was still pretending she'd forgotten the rule about not wandering off if she didn't know where anyone was, because she got jittery waiting for people to talk to her if she hadn't any idea where they were to start with. Just take a deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Feel the air rushing into your lungs and out again. Her father's voice, her sister's voice, and a thousand hundred lessons in the meditation pavilion. She fingered her wrist, absently, before shaking her head and skipping down the path, running her fingers in the breeze flowing behind her.
DONE. no counting.
Admittedly she was - not certain. Stubborn optimism made her believe that Jinora would be there when she got there, and would allow herself to be dragged off like usual, but if she'd been gone for a while, well, Jinora might be gone, too. And so might Grandpa. And Katara. And - well, she'd worry about that later, because she could only worry about so many things and people at once (except she couldn't, because she wasn't letting herself, because it would be okay either way). It was mostly that she was so used to seeing her sister there, that she was the first person she couldn't find - well, that just made it a little more urgent to figure out where she'd gotten to. Jinora was less likely to check the journals as much as Ikki might, too, or as much as the rest of the family did - mostly because she was probably checking other books, which was why Ikki generally relied on tracking her sister down in person.
Back home it had been easy. Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo had rarely split up at home, though. When they were going to the female or male sides of things, sure, but in those cases Ikki had never strayed too far from Jinora. She'd always known exactly where her siblings were, especially her sister. When she'd gotten here - the first time, at least - she'd not had that luxury (hadn't realized it was one, actually), although Jinora's favourite place to be would always be the library. It was just that they weren't glued to one another's sides as such, and there were so many other places to be, and what if her big sister wasn't in the library, buried up to her eyebrows in books?
Ikki snorted. If Jinora wasn't there, well - fine. She still had a list to go down of places to check, and she was still pretending she'd forgotten the rule about not wandering off if she didn't know where anyone was, because she got jittery waiting for people to talk to her if she hadn't any idea where they were to start with. Just take a deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Feel the air rushing into your lungs and out again. Her father's voice, her sister's voice, and a thousand hundred lessons in the meditation pavilion. She fingered her wrist, absently, before shaking her head and skipping down the path, running her fingers in the breeze flowing behind her.