Moon
Watching her water bend under the full moon was like watching liquid fire, fluid, dangerous, and passionate. Zuko watched her from his perch up in a tree, hoping she would not notice him. He felt like he was intruding on something private, something he shouldn't be watching but he couldn't look away. She was stand in the center of a pond moving fast but still fluid motions, water dancing around her in intricate patterns that reminded him of a fine lace. What amazed him the most though was that during all of this she seemed so serene and at peace. He looked away his voice barely above a whisper, "I shouldn't be watching this..."