They ask him to save them, the little fairies of the Draubwurld, and he can do that. He wants to do that. He wants to do that so much more than anything that's facing him at home (more than he wants to fight the Firelord: to kill him, like everyone keeps telling him to.)
Which is how Aang finds himself zooming through Caer Glaem on a madly whirling ball of air, up the walls and across the ceiling and then back onto the floor where he will, whooping and laughing and free from the burden he'd felt crushing him ever since waking up on that disguised Fire Navy ship. (Ever since the monks called him away from his play and told him just what he was.) He should feel guilty - it's likely that he will, later, when he's trying to fall asleep - but for now he runs. And laughs. And lives.
... And crashes. "Whoa-- whoa, look out!!" he hollers as he turns a corner too fast and smacks straight into whatever poor soul was trying to make it into or out of the dining hall.
Aang | Avatar the Last Airbender | Seelie
Which is how Aang finds himself zooming through Caer Glaem on a madly whirling ball of air, up the walls and across the ceiling and then back onto the floor where he will, whooping and laughing and free from the burden he'd felt crushing him ever since waking up on that disguised Fire Navy ship. (Ever since the monks called him away from his play and told him just what he was.) He should feel guilty - it's likely that he will, later, when he's trying to fall asleep - but for now he runs. And laughs. And lives.
... And crashes. "Whoa-- whoa, look out!!" he hollers as he turns a corner too fast and smacks straight into whatever poor soul was trying to make it into or out of the dining hall.