Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar, I think you know this by now, Suki would be dead!
Longshot could rock a baby to sleep. It wasn't that he was a babysitter, please he was a freedom fighter, but sometimes he felt happier holding a little baby.
But they rarely ever saw a baby. The Duke was a baby enough. Longshot always thought that he had a baby brother or sister, but he would never meet him or her. Now, the freedom fighters rarely saw anyone over the age of six, but one day Jet calls him over.
"Longshot." He says, fingering the twig in his mouth. "At the last raid, we found a four-year- old. Now all I need you to do is get the kid to sleep." Longshot nods his head, and leaves to attend to the child.
What he found was a little girl, with black hair, green eyes, and a mess all around her face. The Duke is standing next to the baby, with a spoon full of creamy orange baby food.
Longshot sends The Duke a look. The Duke drops the food and leaves. Longshot carefully drops his weapons, and lifts up the little girl. He then holds her tight. She plays with the rim of his straw hat.
Longshot walks over to a bed made for her. He lays her down and pulls the blanket over her. Now he knows, he just needs to wait for her to sleep.
"Tell me a storwy fwirst!" The little girl says.
When Ki finds her daughter a week later, she is glad that she is alive. But strangely, she never spoke unless of an emergency.
134. I will not ask Longshot to tell me a story.