His head lulled forward and his chin hit his chest. With a jolt, his head snapped back up and his eyes wide open. He was okay, he was awake. Mula had slowed to a mundane pace, her head drooping low to the ground. Raava was a few paces ahead of them, her body still upright like she never grew tired.
Wan rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn. The sun was just kissing the horizon, the sky turning orange. "Hey Raava, I think we should stop for the night."
The light spirit turned her form slightly to look back at them, scoffing gently. Wan ignored her, already feeling the argument coming even before it started. He dismounted Mula, who lifted her head to look at him gratefully. He unstrapped the bag tied to her rump and lifted it off when he felt Raava move closer.
"Humans are so weak." The disdain in her voice was painfully evident.
He looked over at her, squashing his first instinct to defend his kind. He knew humans were weak, there was no point in trying to convince this infinitely wiser being of an untruth. "Oh come on, spirits get tired too." He gestured to Mula. "Besides, she's the one that really needs the rest."
"Yes, from carrying your heavy body around all day. I would be tired, too."
Wan laughed, scratching Mula's neck affectionately. "She doesn't mind most of the time."
Raava scoffed and moved away, settling a few feet away. "At this rate, we'll never reach the koi in time."
Wan brushed down Mula's fur where he usually rested on her back, scratching vigorously in intermittent intervals. "Calm down, we'll be there in two days."
"We are running out of time and you haven't been practicing much."
He sighed, feeling his patience starting to thin. "That's because we've been running ourselves into the ground trying to get to the koi," he tried to keep his voice even but there was still a note of sardonic sarcasm leaking in.
Raava seemed completely unperturbed. "We should keep going, nevertheless. But because of your ridiculous human weakness, we are stuck stopping every time you feel the urge to yawn. You just another selfish, lazy human and I am wasting my time with you."
His heart stung. It seemed like he was always a waste of time, or messing something up, or just plain wrong. He looked down at the fur on Mula's back, thinking about the exhaustion in his bones. Raava was probably right. Everyday they spent traveling was a day they did not spend practicing. He would sleep later, when this was all over.
"Fine," he said, his voice quiet and calm. "We'll keep going."
Mula gave him a distasteful look when he went to pick up the pack. Wan apologized quietly as he strapped it back onto her, but opted not to mount her. He would walk.
Raava was watching him silently. He turned to her, watching back. "Well?"
She seemed surprised to have gotten her way, almost like she was expecting to fight with him all evening. She'd done this before, where she snapped and griped about how humans were weak. She'd never called him a waste of time before and for some reason that sat on Wan like a weight.
"Lead the way," she told her, fighting to keep his anger in check and his voice neutral.
She did, marching ahead of them like she always did. Mula nudged his shoulder with her nose and he fell back to rest his arm across her back. "I know girl, but we don't have the luxury of wasting time anymore."
They walked through the night and through a good portion of the morning before Raava finally stopped, as if realizing something. "You haven't eaten since yesterday," she stated matter-o-factly.
Wan had fallen into a stupor, with one arm draped heavily across Mula's back, he'd been watching his feet, counting his steps for a while now. Mula stopped when Raava had stopped and the sudden loss of his support nearly tripped him. He corrected himself, standing straighter and focusing his fuzzy vision on the light spirit. "What?"
She turned to regard him. "You haven't eaten," she repeated.
Any sense of patience that he usually had was gone. His brows furrowed and he frowned at her. "Thank you for telling me, I hadn't noticed," he snapped sarcastically. "I can eat when we reach the koi; we're only a few hours away."
She was quiet for a moment, as if thinking. Then, she settled closer to the ground. "No, we'll camp here for a while. You can rest and eat, now."
He looked at her and his eye twitched. "Oh why thank you great benevolent tyrant!" He waved his arms in the air and marched off into the trees. He didn't have much food in his bag anymore so he'd have to find some before he could eat it. At this point he couldn't care for food, but he knew that Mula would appreciate some fruit, and since she'd been putting up with their shenanigans too, he might as well feed them both.
His usual grace was lost and he tromped through the leaves and vines like an elephant-turtle. He knew that if walked far enough he would find a fruit tree. He could feel Raava following behind. "Go back to Mula, I don't need you here."
"You are angry with me. Why?"
"I'm not angry," he refused to look at her but no matter how much he tried he couldn't relax his shoulders.
He found his tree, but his luck was not good today. All the fruit was far above his head, way out of reach. Raava had fallen quiet, as if waiting for him to answer the question he refused to. He looked over at her. "I need air," he said.
"Why are you angry?"
He sighed. He really wasn't that angry. He was just tired and hungry and in no mood for an interrogation. Her words from yesterday still hung on him. "I'm not angry," he said softly. "Now please give me the air."
She rose off the ground a little and started toward him. He set his shoulders and closed his eyes, preparing him for the surge of energy and rush of light. After a few seconds, nothing happened. He opened one eye, finding that Raava had flown very close to his face and seemed to be watching him. He made a noise of surprise and took a halting step backwards so that she wasn't so close.
"You look pale," she stated.
Wan threw his arms in the air, making an irritated noise. "Whatever. I'll do it myself." He turned to climb the tree but a band of light wrapped around his upper arm.
"I think Vaatu is getting to you." She tugged him closer to her, off-balancing him.
Wan grunted and yanked his arm free, feeling the anger that had been simmering just under the surface finally come to a head. "It's not Vaatu, it's you!" he shouted. "You know, for the spirit of light and peace and everything that is nice, you sure are selfish. I'm sorry for being a human, okay! There isn't anything I can do about that. I'm sorry for screwing up, but at least I'm trying to fix my mistakes. I'm sorry I'm such a waste of your time. I'm trying to be useful, but do you how hard it is to do anything when I'm dropping of exhaustion. I'm only human and no matter how hard I try to be more, I can't! I have limits!"
His rant left him winded and Raava struck into silence. He took a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping. He ran a trembling hand through his hair and tried to gather his composure.
There was a long silence between them. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. He was sorry for his outburst, but not sorry for what he had said. He knew that Raava was aware of that.
He turned to climb the tree but once again a band of light resting gently on his shoulders stopped him. "Go back and rest with Mula, I will gather fruit for you."
"Oh come on, Raava. You don't need to be like that, I'll do it."
"I'm not being passive-aggressive." She sounded indignant, but her voice also seemed to carry a note guilt with it. "I mean that you should go rest because I pushed you and I will make it up to you by doing this task."
He turned around to look at her but didn't brush the band off his shoulder. "No, really, you don't have to," he insisted.
She lifted herself farther off the ground, towering over him for a second. "I said go back and rest," she commanded firmly.
Wan ducked his head at her tone, putting his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright!"
He walked back through the forest to the clearing that they had left Mula. The deer-cat was already lying in the grass, asleep. Wan unstrapped her pack and pulled it out from under her. She didn't even stir. He smiled and settled down against her belly, pressing his face into her fur.
Raava returned some time later to find her two mortal companions asleep in the noonday sun. She piled the fruit up beside them and settled close by to watch over them.
Woops, I did a thing. I'm so sorry. This is pretty terrible but I'm still trying to get feel for the characters and I realized that there wasn't a lot of Wan Fiction yet. So here. I'm sorry. I tried. Wan is hard and so is Raava, because he changes so much in such a short time that it's hard to really pinpoint his character.
Anyway, I get the feeling that Wan and Raava don't get along in the beginning, but they slowly come to an understanding, and eventual friendship. I don't really ship them, and I don't really like human!Raava, but if you would like to see something, please feel free to request it and I will try my best.