Short Chapter. This is a balance to last chapter's... incident. Also its a warning to say that the next chapter is going to be an intimate one. If you don't want to read it you can skip ahead and what not. I just wanted to give readers a heads up.

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5 years after the end of the War

Suki held the letting that she had just gotten from Zuko in her hands, holding it with the tips of her fingers. She smiled as she held it, smelling him on the paper. She found herself blushing as her mind wandered to her boyfriend, thinking about his lips on hers. She was pleasantly surprised at the letter and how open he had been with her. It was a struggle with her, even after all this time to get him to open up to her, to get him to be honest; and here he was letting his feelings flow out all over the paper. She swooned at the thought of it, holding the letter close to her chest.

She looked out at the Sea surrounding Kyoshi Island, her fellow warriors practicing their forms in the noon day son. She knew that she was needed here, but felt such a longing to be with him in that moment.

"Commander Suki." A voice said from behind her. One of her fellow warriors was standing in the door, her white face paint reflecting Suki's.

"Yes?" Suki asked.

The girl bowed at her recognition, "You are needed in the west dojo for an inspection in a little while." The girl told her.

"When?" She asked.

"Not for another half hour or so."

Suki just nodded, bowing and excusing the girl. The girl left and Suki sat down at the small desk in her room, looking at the fresh sheet of paper in front of her.

She wrote down a tanka style poem that she had tossed around in her head in the days since she was on the island, thinking that it was exactly what she wanted to say to express herself.

Strong, soft hands on fire.

An Island across the sea.

Far to far away;

But my heart still reaches there,

Longing for your touch again.

Suki

She smiled at herself, looking down at it. She thought of putting more, but though that the poem in its simplicity spoke more than any words would be able to. She rolled the paper up and sealed it with wax, taking it to the hawkery and sent the hawk that had brought his letter off with hers.

She petted the hawk's smooth fathers before it flew off. She just smiled to herself as she watched it fly, carrying a letter to her love.