In my happy little mental universe where the happy venturing trio has become a somewhat-happy venturing quartet...

First and Last

Their first kiss was awkward: a fumbling mixture of hands and lips from a boy who'd never kissed anyone and a girl who wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be kissed.

Their first night was lonely: just two kids (what makes a grown up?) wanting something to cling to when every thing they dreamed and fought seemed out of their reach.

Their first children were girls: water and fire staring out from the same face.

Their first victory was a peace accord signed by Bumi himself, with Ozai dying slowly in the next room.

Their last words held no regrets.