Sunrise
The Gaang had arrived, as promised. Aang gave Izumi and Lu Ten little rides: he would form a small whirlwind and spin them around inside of it. Izumi giggled the whole time. "T'ank, Unca Aang."
"You're welcome, Izumi. Come on, Lu Ten. Your turn."
"O'tay." Lu Ten didn't hold up as well. "Wemme down, Unca Aang!" Aang gently let him down. "Sorry, Lu Ten. We'll try again, later."
"Hmph," Azula said, flipping her hair. "Girls are just better."
"Roka," Masanori said lovingly, "how about a ride with Daddy?" Aang laughed. Masanori sat down tailor-style with Roka held securely. Aang formed a larger whirlwind and gave father and daughter a few turns. "Whee!" Masanori cheered. "Isn't this fun, honey?"
Azula merely shook her head. But she couldn't help smiling a bit.
Masanori's face suddenly wore a worried expression. "Aang, I think that's enough." Aang let them down easily. It was too late, sadly. Little Roka spit up on her father. Azula huffed and wiped them down. "I swear, I don't know which of you is the bigger child." Masanori meekly turned his head, blushing. He got over it quickly enough, though.
"Masa, can I hold her? Please?" Ty Lee did the "big eyes" bit.
"Sure, Ty Lee. Just be careful. Her neck's not strong yet. Here, like this." He guided her arm underneath Roka the proper way. The baby began to squirm and fuss in Ty Lee's arms. "It's okay, honey. It's okay." Masanori stroked his daughter's head to calm her.
"That's right," Azula said. "The funny lady won't hurt you. Will you...Aunt Ty Lee?" The acrobat practically gushed a fountain of happy tears on that.
"I don't know if Azula is part of our Gaang now," Sokka said, "but this little lady surely is."
Zuko clapped Aang on the shoulder. "Tonight, three generations of our family will sit at the same table. Masa, you're right: it can only get better tomorrow."
