He smiled at her, running his hand over the side of his head as though sweeping back non-existent hair and blushed. “Yea well, you know…” He really didn’t know what else to say. He still couldn’t believe all that had happened. “It sure is a beautiful today.” He wanted to do what he could to pull his companion away from the others. “Wanna go for a walk?”
There was nothing quite like Ba Sing Se in the spring…
Katara took in a deep breath as she sat on the roof of the Jasmine Dragon, the smell of freshly brewed tea and earthy petals dancing around in front of her nose. A gentle breeze swept through her hair, her eyes closing for a moment.
Below her, the newly pink trees were decorating the stress under foot with petals. People enjoyed the view and peace of the upper ring; handsome men and elegant woman moved in and out of the tea shop, all with smiles on their faces.
Beside her sat the one person she wanted to share this moment with: Aang. She smiled and kissed his cheek to get his attention.
“You see how happy everyone is now that the war is over? All of your hard work paid off, Aang. Isn’t it amazing?” She said. When Ozai had been defeated, she had felt relief. But even now, it would wash over her and remind her how amazingly well the 112-year old had done. And he had continued to do well three years later.
I will follow!!!!!!!!
((Don’t know if I am going to delete this blog or not. I just need some inspiration and better art skills.))
((My best friend, asking-aang, and I may very well be RPing together on here. It has a smallish plot that I’m trying to work on, and I’s excited.
Oh, hey Katara. *eyebrow wiggle* ((Thanks!))