All characters belong to Michael Dante DiMartino, Bryan Konietzko and Nickelodeon.
"Suki! Suki!"
The young warrior slowed her walk, tightened her grip over the handle of the bucket she was holding and turned her head towards the source of the familiar voice. She saw Koko trotting in her direction, waving her hand to catch her attention. Suki then came to a stop and slowly whirled around to face her.
"Is there a problem Koko?"
"No," the little girl stated as she brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to be with us for the picture."
Suki arched her eyebrows. "The picture?"
"Yes. Gahaku will paint the Avatar. And us, too!" Koko replied with a smile.
"Thanks for inviting me," Suki then said, "but I must go to the well in the forest to fill in this bucket."
Koko's lips puckered into a pout. "But Gahaku's painting just by the waterfall…"
"Perhaps, but it's my turn to fill the bucket," Suki insisted. "Back when she was only a young girl training to become a warrior, Kyo-"
"-Kyoshi went each day to the well to draw water," Koko said mechanically. "Since then, every day, one Kyoshi warrior must go fill a bucket. It symbolizes Kyoshi's discipline. Then the warrior shares the water with her group. It symbolizes her compassion and devotion to her people."
Suki blinked. "I'm… very proud of you Koko," she stated after her surprise diminished. "You'll be a fine Kyoshi warrior one day." Koko returned her smile. "But I must go now. Go see Gahaku before he paints the picture without you." She tapped on her back before sending her away. "Shoo!"
She then left the village, waving at the passer-bys in the process, and entered the forest. The twigs brought on the dirt road by the morning breeze cracked under her shoes as she strolled between the trees, tossing her bucket from one hand to another in order to test her reflexes; they were still excellent. She glimpsed occasionally in direction of a sudden sound and more often than not noticed a little animal frolicking around. She also took in the wonderful sight of the forest: trees, bushes and flowers. She had always considered the trips to Kyoshi's well as pleasant, and today was no exception.
She reached the glade where the water well was. It consisted of a short circle of old rocks more or less joined together with mortar, flanked by a long stick embedded in the grass, decorated of a large metal ring to which a solid rope was strongly tied. Suki put down her bucket and started to pull the rope out of the well. When it was out, she carefully tied the free end of the rope to the handle of her bucket before dropping the container in the circular abyss.
The bucket fell into the water with a resounding splash. Suki waited a few seconds for the water to fill the wooden container. After that, she tightened her grip on the rope and pulled on it until the bucket was out of the well. She untied the rope and clasped the handle of the now full bucket.
She turned around and gasped, dropping the bucket on the grassy ground. It rolled away pathetically, empty, until it hit a pointed boot and stopped all motion.
"Zuko."