The beginning of the way

Tip sat on his bed in the rented room for the night. Dawn was already beating through the window, illuminating the frayed ribbon, ready for its first patches. He thoughtfully kneaded the familiar fabric between his fingers, thinking whether he should stay in this comfortable life that he now lives. The old tape was unusually warm, most likely warmed up in the sun.
"Interesting..." Tipp mutters, taking it as a sign of fate.
He will go on this journey.

After the new firebending opened up in Tipp, he still decided that he needed to find a way to control it. Now, outbursts of rage led to the burning of trees, grass and furniture, he was even afraid that one day he might harm someone around him.