"Fly with me," Aang offered, gray eyes sparkling mischievously.
His simple request stole her breath as effectively as that first flight had all those years ago and despite her fears she found her hand stretching towards his, longing to climb beside him and glide away into the stars once more; but eventually they'd come down and, just like last time, she'd have to let him go.
Schooling her expression, she turned and walked away; only airbenders were meant to fly forever.
