Flowing. Each movement strong, smooth, no extra motion, no hesitation. On a day like today when he didn't have council he would join her at the training arena on the hill above the hidden pool, carry her tea down, ginger and honey - no need of a servant they were alone - and he would watch silent as she practiced her bending, the colors of her flames, red, blue, gold. On a day like today

when he had no council, they would dismiss all servants, she would practice for him alone. And after she finished he would bring her tea then they would swim in the pool below. Cool waters, muscles eased, lay their towels on the stone platform, her head on his chest and what happened at council or on his way home or anything, anything, she'd close her eyes lose herself in his voice. Drift into

each other the world of each other, exploring each other ever intrigued.