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Here is a nice, pleasant scene! Hope you all like it and anyone want to review? ;)

-Ardala91

"Love is the greatest refreshment in life". -Pablo Picasso

The golden, wood door stood closed in front of the young man as he waited. He could have been from fourteen to sixteen years of age for he was taller than most around his age. Most likely to his annoyance he was lanky in build, but had the promise of filling out. His facial features were not to sharp, being softer but his grey eyes could draw one's attention. The dark, brown hair that was from his mother hung loose at the base of his neck. He had golden skin like a tan that some might envy. He raised his fist and knocked lightly on the door. "Who is it?" an older man's voice called from the other side.

"It's me," the young man answered loudly.

"Oh, well come on in then." The young man opened the door and entered the small chamber. A small window in angular shape sat across from him, filtrating light into the room. The walls were made of smooth, tan rocks that glowed softly in the natural light. A ratty, oval rug was in the center while shelves protect the wall, filled to the brim with scroll and other items of interest. A low table was to his left with several papers on its surface. A single candle was lit there. On fluffy cushions sat a mad in his later mid-years concentrated on his writing. He was clothed in a brightly colored orange and yellow robe, which stood out against his own pale skin. A bright blue arrow mark gleamed on his bald head. He looked at the young man with tired eyes that sparkled amiably.

The young man frowned at the shadows underneath the older man's face and the lines around his eyes which seemed deeper than usual. "Do you want to sit down?" the older man asked politely, indicating to the cushions to his left beside the table. The ink brush he held in his hand splattered across the scroll before him. The man grumbled annoyed as he tempted to wipe it away with his sleeve. The young man smiled as he came over and sat. "So, what is it you want?" the older man asked as he continued to write again.

"I'd like some advice."

"Go on," the older man said without raising his eyes from his work.

"There's a girl," the young man explained straight forwardly. He did not blush or even twitch. "I like her a lot…but I don't know how to tell her how I feel."

The older man paused and flicked his eyes at the young man. Just as quickly he went back to his work. "Does she feel the same?"

"I think so."

"Who is she?"

The young man shifted about awkwardly. "Do you have to know?"

"It's your choice," the older man remarked wryly, "but I'll find you out eventually."

The young man blatantly rolled his eyes. "Fine. It's Ira."

At this, the older man paused his hand for only a sliver of a second before he immediately resumed task. "She's a beautiful girl," he commented bluntly.

The young man's cheeks became tinged a pale red. "She's so much more then that! She's passionate, strong…an amazing bender, and…and…"

"I get the point Hakoda." The older man interrupted sternly. "My advice would be to tell her."

"But she's royalty…she might not want me."

The older man sighed. "Ira is not one to care about class or titles. Zuko raised her well. Luckily for you arranged marriage is not common anymore." He chuckled, "and being the son of the Avatar must have several points."

Hakoda stood up and respectfully bowed towards his father. "Thanks father." He started to walk towards the door, but stopped at the sound of his father's voice.

"Do you love her?" His head was up from his work and his grey eyes aflame with curiosity and a look of recognition perhaps in relation to his own past experiences.

"I think I do." Hakoda said with a trace of a smile.

The older man nodded and went back to his work. When the door closed he looked at the window with a wistful smile.