DISCLAIMER: All AVATAR/ATLA/LOK references, characters, events and places that you recognize are The property of Nick (Or whoever who owns them). The rest belongs to me. I make no profit of this, So please don't sue me.

INSTRUCTIONS: READ THIS CHAPTER WITH CHARLIE BROWN by COLDPLAY PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. THIS IS ESSENTIAL FOR FULL EFFECT, IF IN DOUBT, USE YOUTUBE! Sorry for the caps :D

Take 1 - Of simpler times.

She stares open mouthed at the falling flurries of downy snow. Chuckling softly, she raises her chubby palm to capture a falling flake. When it melts in her palm, she giggles loudly and claps her hands in sheer childish delight. A wide smile plasted on her little face. She wants more!

She huffs, unable to jump over the waist high wall that resides in front of her, she tries to boost herself, pull herself over it with her hands, jump over it, walk around it, all to no avail. The wall was impossibly high for her to climb over, and it seemed to go on forever! (she didn't want to stray too far, lest her father find out. Father was SCARY when he's displeased!) She kicks it roughly and sits down with a huff, her back resting on it.

Not far away somebody chuckles, a deep resonating chuckle that infuses itself into everything that comes into contact with it. It's owner, a portly man with a long shaggy mane of graying hair and a perpetual smile stood not far away from her.

A smile curls up on her impish face even as she reaches out to him with both hands. Grinning at her, he obliges, lifting her up and settling her on his shoulder even as he steps over the wall that came only up to his knees.

The snowflakes seem to dance around her now that she's in the open, a veritable ballet of different shapes swirling round her to the wind's tune. She giggles batting away the ones that come close. The man holding her up laughs, his eyes crinkled in amusement and happiness.

She focuses on one particular flake as it drifts, ever closer, sifting through her batting hands, it lands on the tip of her nose and she pauses her actions to try and focus on the tip of her nose. She almost goes cross eyed before she sneezes, rocking on the grey haired man's shoulder. She sneezes again and the man brings her down and cradles her in his arms.

"There, there princess, we better hurry back inside before my brother catches us outside in the snow!" He widens his eyes almost comically as he tickles her chin, she giggles and swats his hand away. "How would my most favorite niece like a warm cup of jasmine tea?" She nods enthusiastically at that, seeming to understand every word. The large man is not surprised, he barks out a laugh before carrying her inside while holding her above his head as she pretends to be an airship.

Azula is 13 months old

So, whatcha thunk? I started this to work on while I have writers block and to help deal with the crushing darkness that The Azulon is shaping up to have. Writing this chapter made me smile, follow the guidelines and it will definitely make you smile too, (haven't tried it without the song, though that might work too!)

As always Read and Review

PS. If anybody is wondering what the hell I've been doing the whole of last week, I've got a monster chapter of The Azulon that I'm struggling to type out, damn monitor and keyboard... so unappealing.