"No, you got to hold it like this." He said as he showed me how to hold the boomerang.
It had been a few weeks or so since I started training with Sokka. I threw it and it came back to me and dropped on the floor.
"Not bad, you just need to catch it now." he said impressed by how well I did.
We were friends and I enjoyed his company. Sokka helped me with boomerang practice while I helped him with hitting targets. I showed him how I hit targets with my shuriken knives.
He didn't like carrying small little knives he thought they were 'too girly'; says the one who wore a Kyoshi Warrior dress, so we went to the weapons shop not far from the palace. Sokka chose the bow and arrow while I chose the latest shuriken knives in the Fire Nation.
"Don't you think I've had enough training on the Boomerang; you need to work on your sword and your bow and arrow" I said dryly.
"You know it would be nice to see you smile once in a while, how can you just show no emotion at all?"
"When you're brought up by two parents who don't really care about your feelings you get use to it. I got bored one time and my Uncle from the boiling rock brought some shuriken knives, since then I've mastered them and bought Stilettos and Sai knives. Now I'm learning the boomerang don't you think it's your turn to practice?" I said.
"Fine, let me go and get my bow and arrow." said Sokka.
I sat down by the pond in the Fire Lord's Palace. Zuko's coronation happened a few weeks ago, we decided to go our separate ways, we are still friends though, which I suppose is a good thing.
"Okay I'm back." He smiled.
I got up and created a target on the tree; then walked over to him.
"I want you to try and hit that target as best you can."
He lifted up his bow with the arrow in position ready to aim. He let go and completely missed the tree, instead he almost hit a servant.
"Sorry!" he shouted then looked at me. I wasn't impressed.
"Oh come on, how can you not laugh at that?" he said laughing.
"You got to do it like this." I said as I helped him. I placed my hands over his, and helped him aim. We hit the target, and I then realised I was still holding onto his hands. They were warm against mine. I looked at him, and he looked at me. I blushed and looked away. He took my hand and I turned to look at him and smiled.
I think I could get use to smiling.