A little drabbling for fun...
Strangers in the Night
"So who do you think he is?"
The trio crept through the forest, following the lithe figure ahead of them.
"I don't know, but if he's springing us from a Fire Nation prison camp, he's a good guy in my books," Sokka whispered to his sister.
"Quiet," Aang hissed from the rear.
They trudged on in silence, barely able to make out their guide's shadowy form in the darkness. Only the occasional flash of the moonlight told them where he was.
"He's so… fast," Katara smiled in the dark. "Like a cat."
"Shh!" Aang insisted.
They came to an unused crossroad. Their guide stopped and turned. He wordlessly pointed out a footpath with the flick of a broadsword and waited for them to depart.
The three started for it, but not before each thanked their mysterious rescuer.
"We owe you," Sokka gave a short salute and started up the path.
Katara shyly whispered her own thanks and turned to go, but suddenly changed her mind, pivoting on her heel. She leaned up and pecked the stunned figure quickly on the cheek before following her brother.
Aang stood there a minute, staring, facing his new friend, his old nemesis.
The blue and white face stared back impassively.
Silence hung between them.
"You're such a fucking hero." Aang snarled before dashing after his companions.
The figure grinned beneath his mask and headed off in the opposite direction.
I (heart) the Blue Spirit.