Aang stared up at the night sky the stars twinkling merrily as a child that had a special secret. He was aware of someone sitting down beside him and turned towards them. Expecting to see Katara he instead was surprised to find that Sokka had been the one to sit down. He turned back to the endless space that was the sky.
"Sokka, I wonder, where do the stars come from? I mean trees come from seeds . . ." He trailed off.
"Well," Sokka shifted slightly "Some say that the stars appear because the souls of our passed on loved ones are looking over us. Others say they are the souls of the living and when they die the star goes out. But, what I believe is different. I believe that stars are wishes."
Confusion made itself know. "Wishes . . . ?"
Sokka smiled at Aang's bewildered face and answered with absolutely no sarcasm,
"Yes, wishes. Really--I think--every time someone wishes a shooting star goes off. So, actually the sky would be the book in which all the wishes made would be wrote down. And, the moon is made of the wishes that haven't been fulfilled yet. That's why parts of the moon disappear, those wishes that had been there came true . . . . Do you get it now?"
"Yeah, I think I do now. So, stars are made by people."
Suddenly, Sokka laughed, he wished that Aang wouldn't ever change. There wouldn't be as much fun and laughter as there was then.
"Hey," Aang jumped up and pointed. " Someone just made a wish."
(God, I sickened myself with how fluffy this was...Gah!)