The challenge for today is to start with the words "the sky turns red". I know that's its horrid, but I can't write anything these days vv;. Life is too complicated. Here's another random shot in Aang's point of view. Please review.
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The sky turns red as the day came to close, corals and vermilions painted over the landscape's features with a sigh of the tepid wind. The prior nights had been filled with dreary weather, the heavens spilling thunder and lightning throughout the downpour.
The fire's glare had been our guide, the warmth our mere glances could not offer. Our shelter was meager, but somehow it held, mind a few coincidental leaks above Sokka's bedding.
Touch was accidental and continuously proved lethal, introducing a spray of ruthless static running through the veins, leaving its rage flitting in my stomach. I don't know if you noticed, so I would turn to veil my blush.
Have you forgotten what I cannot? Those brief moments we would share with little exchange but for our company.
The onyx hues of night swallow the evening, the star shot skies bringing promise of tomorrow.
And I am assured with the knowledge that this is just the beginning.
