And I am back! So I decided to continue this story as just a few shots in the life of Makorra. This chapter was typed up at nearly two in the morning, and I think my writing reflects that sadly. But I hope y'all enjoy it nevertheless! This takes place after the finale.

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Warmth

It felt so good to be home. I stood outside letting the frigid air plant kisses on my cheeks. I smiled, letting myself be consumed by the cold's ever welcoming warmth. The air sang in a frigid tone that made my heart beat faster, and I had the sudden ambition to run, to free myself from this standing position. Before I knew it, my sense of comfort was interrupted by an icy patch of snow hitting me on the right side of the face.

I snapped out of my daze fast enough to turn around and use waterbending to freeze the feet of my attacker. I heard a small yelp, and smiled out of both amusement and of annoyance. "That was not funny Bolin!" I scolded, placing my hands on my hips, yet I could tell from his expression that the smile on my face did not make me look convincing.

"I wasn't going to do anything, but there is snow everywhere and you were a good target! So why waste the opportunity?" He tried to move, but the ice encompassing him made it impossible, and he quickly gave up.

I shook my head. "Why don't you ask Ikki or Meelo to play with you? I don't really feel like having a snowball fight at the moment," I said as I unfroze his feet. "Maybe some other time."

He kicked his legs around to get the feeling back in his toes while saying, "Suit yourself, but you will be missing out!" He then walked back towards the hut, leaving me alone in the cold.

Alone wasn't enough, however, and I began to jog away to my favorite cliff. I sat down and let my feet dangle, while once again paying close attention to the feel of every snowflake that landed on me. A cloud had begun to block a section of the sun, causing a light reflection to appear on the ocean. So beautiful the world was when at peace, and I could think of nothing better than enjoying the view in front of me. Soon, however, the sound of footsteps woke me out of my peaceful trance, and I turned around to see who the disturbance was.

Of course it was him, dressed in a blue parka to shield him from the low temperature, and the cold annoyance began to melt in my heart. The heat flooded through me, reaching from my heart all the way down to my toes, and I felt the corners of my lips rise into a smile. His mouth mirrored mine, and he came closer to sit next to me.

"My brother said you won't participate in his snowball fight," Mako said, his tone somewhere between amused and confused. "From what I saw, the kids are practically killing him. Asami joined him, but I don't think even the four of us together could beat them." He chuckled, then lifted his hand to dust the snow off my hair, but I stopped him.

"Hey, I like the snow," I responded. "And I just want to relax. I forgot how much I like the cold. It makes me feel warm."

He turned to look at me, his face perplexed. "Wait, the cold makes you warm? Cause I will let you know that I am pretty cold."

I chuckled, then said, "Something like that. And how can you be cold? You are a firebender!"

"Eh, still cold." He shivered. "How does the cold make you warm?" he asked. I took his hand and held it to my face.

"I let the flakes be my memories," I answered, moving his hand so that it touched the snow we sat on.

"Memories?"

I nodded. "Maybe it's because I grew up here that it matters, but every time I feel a snowflake hit my face, I think if a happy memory." I shrugged. "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Okay," he answered while closing his eyes. I watched as a flew flakes touch his face, two on his cheeks and one on his forehead. He smiled softly, squeezing my hand.

"So that is three snowflakes, three memories. What did you think of?" I asked.

"Well," he began, "the first was when I was little, maybe 5. I was watching my parents play with my brother. He was walking around when he suddenly kicked a rock. It went flying so far, and we all realized he was an earthbender. The look on my parents face was so beautiful, so happy."

"That is so nice," I commented. "What are the other two?"

"The second is when my family went to the park for a picnic. It was there that my dad gave me his scarf. It happened just a couple of months before they were killed. The sky was blue, a cold breeze was blowing, and everything was perfect. We ate sandwiches and played in the grass."

I was almost speechless. "You really must miss your family."

"Yeah I do," he answered before going silent. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. After a while he spoke again, saying, "You never asked me what the third memory was."

My eyes were closed, and I was listening to the sound of his breathing. His embrace filled me with a beautiful warmth, one I didn't want to escape. "Okay, what is it?" I mumbled against his chest.

"Snow," he answered simply.

"Hmm?"

"Well, the first snow of the season began the week of the probending tournament. That was when you kissed me. And I was standing in the snow when you said that you loved me."

I moved my head back to look into his eyes. "Really? You thought of me?"

He met my eyes with his. "Of course I did." He then leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss on my lips. I rested my head back on his chest and stared off past the cliff.

"You know what?" he suddenly asked.

"What?"

"It worked. I am warm."

I hope y'all liked it! Because I am still new to how this site works, I am still trying to figure out how the spacing of paragraphs works. When it comes to technology, I am a very slow learner. I hope to continue this whenever I can, but with my schedule so hectic, it might be quite a challenge. Until then, stay flamin'!