"That water tribe boy was certainly cute," Azula teased as they strolled through an open air market, "And he seemed to be quite taken with you…"
"Oh stop it you," Suki scowled, failing to hide her blush, "You sound like Mrs. Beaver. If that goes anywhere, you'll be the first to know, but in the meantime, keep your nose out of my business!"
Azula laughed, sketching a dramatic curtsey, "At your command, High Queen Suki the Undaunted, Empress over the Lone Islands and Lady of Cair Paravel, High Monarch over all the Monarchs of Narnia and Captain of the Kyoshi Warriors."
"Stop it," Suki growled playfully.
There was a massive clatter, and the two of them whirled around. A young man roughly Suki's physical age stumbled out from between two booths as his companion tried to hold him back, pale and shocked like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Longshot!" his companion, a girl with short, choppy hair, hissed at him as she tugged at his arm, "What's gotten into you?"
He ignored her and shook her hand off his arm, straightening up to sweep into a formal, narnian style bow. "Suki?" he asked, "Azula?"
Suki gasped, "Laith?"
He nodded, tears in his eyes.
Her own eyes burning, Azula rocketed forward to meet him and be pulled into a rib-cracking hug. He laughed a bit, low and gentle just like she remembered, but he was hugging her harder than she was hugging him.
"Who are you guys?" the girl he was with demanded as Azula disengaged to let Suki in. "Longshot! What's going on?"
"Can't you tell?" Azula asked, mischief tugging at the corners of her mouth, "We're his sisters."
She ignored the shocked sputtering this produced and turned her attention back to her elder siblings, smile threatening to split her face in half. That was three of them reunited. Just one more to go.
