Hanibi

Aang lay awake, so content on a warm summer night that he didn't want to sleep. Why would he ever want to close his eyes and escape into some dream when he had the most amazing woman right here in his arms, snuggled up against him. He didn't dare move out of fear of ruining the moment. Unfortunately, someone else happened to think it was a grand idea. Tiny groans and whimpers started coming from a large basket on the far side of the bedroom, whose occupant started fumbling with the blankets. Please go back to sleep, Kamala. Please go back to sleep! Aang prayed. But she didn't. Her little whimpers turned into a wail. And just as he feared,

The village they decided to stay overnight at was small, but it was clean and the people were kind and warm. It was also good that they could stock up on food and supplies for the next few days. Aang waited bored but patiently as his wife looked at the stands selling fruits, vegetables, and nuts. It was no longer surprising for him that she ignored the meat and fish. He had been noticing a gradual change in her eating habits, and her thinking, ever since she faced down her mother's killer. She had returned with far more respect for his values about holding all life sacred. It was never his intention to influence her that way. He had only urg