Zuko liked spring.

Spring brought the baby turtleducks and coaxed his mother's flower garden to life. The grass turned green and the plants and trees sent out their leaves. Many of the flowers blossomed, painting the garden with bright colors. It was a wonderful place to be, among the birds and butterflies and humming insects.

Winter may not have brought extreme cold to the land of fire, but even there it made everything looked washed-out. Summer's heat killed off most of the flowers, although it was supposed to be the season that he loved most. It was the season that the comet would come by in, leading his father to victory in the hundred-year war.

Every year, Zuko waited for the awakening from winter and dreaded the first weeks of summer.


Azula loved summer.

Summer was the season of fire, of course. It was also, for some odd reason, a season that made her brother a bit sadder at first, and his misery was her delight. Besides that, it was the season when they took vacations to Ember Island, when they were younger.

Spring was too nice and girly and full of talk about love. Fall - or autumn, whatever you called it - cooled the delicious heat that she so loved. Also, it was the season of air - of the the Avatar who still evaded them.

Every year, Azula anticipated summer and was not happy when it morphed into fall.


Ty Lee could hardly wait for fall.

With fall came bright colors and cooled air that let her practice outside. With it came two names - 'autumn' sounded so nice! And it brought an air of relaxation that spring could never have.

Summer was so hot, necessitating the use of indoor practicing areas. Winter was so dreadfully boring and dead. Besides, both of them were so extreme, it couldn't be healthy.

Every year, Ty Lee cheered when fall came and sighed in disappointment when it turned to winter.


If questioned, Mai would answer that she preferred winter to the other seasons.

For most people, winter was boring. For her, winter brought peace that the other seasons did not. People too depressed to see the mostly dead world would retreat indoors and leave her alone.

Fall was too bright and still cheerful. Spring was too happy and colorful. It brought the people out again and talking, playing, being happy.

Every year, Mai watched the world die and sighed as it came to life again.