Weird. So here we go again. No Scoochy yet but I promise he's gonna be here soon

Here I am again. once again, Characters don't belong to me.

Moving rather quickly, she made her way to an abandoned room in the hall. "You've created a little monster Jinora." She said, giggling to herself as she watched her father trying to - no. What she had instructed Meelo to do was far too horrid, far too disgusting , far too perturbing for the average Republic City citizen to conceive. That's why it came so easily, so brilliantly. Luckily, more people were paying attention to other guests than they were of a man trying to get his son away from all of tha - again, too disturbing to even fathom. Ikki was laughing her buns off and her own mother, even though she was trying to help him out, couldn't help but laugh at her younger son's exploits.

Jinora stretched her arms out, making sure to not make the book shift any more. She didn't know much about her sibling-to-be. All she knew about it was that it was going to be another airbender. That's it. She didnt' even know if it was going to be a boy or a girl. At least her mom had some names picked out. Her mother likes Lushi and Saharu. Her dad? Well he likes whatever mom would at this point. After all, he got to name her Jinora, and her mom got to name Ikki and Meelo. The next one's his, but he's keeping those names a secret.

"Alone at last" She thought as she finally sat down and carefully removed the book out of her robe. Something should have told her that going into a room that primarily outdoors at night alone was a horrible idea. And considering that Republic City wasn't the most ideal place to walk the streets at night, especially with the Equalists all around, this screamed all kinds of wrong to Jinora. But there were few times where Jinora favored her cravings over practicality. Tonight was one of those times. Slowly, she pulled the book out of her robe carefully, letting the leather cover grace her fingertips.

Love Amongst the Dragons. It was simply one of Jinora's favorites, despite it being almost 200 years old. Strangely enough, she found this in her father's study. A study filled with factual books laced with history and nomadic culture , anthologies of her grandparents' adventures and other books for the rest of the family in case they got bored. Those books were the ones that Jinora had gone through already, and is getting close through the first fourth of the stories during the 100-year-war. Then this little beauty caught her eye. She hadn't seen it before, and asked her father where she got such a fine piece of work. Tenzin casually dismissed it, saying that she'd have to ask the Firelord that question.

Jinora had found the book three years prior, right before the succession of the firelord. So this meant Firelord Zuko, the other founder of Republic City was still in power.

Delicate hands craddled the leather much like she did when Ikki and later Meelo were babies. After all, this did have it's own life. It's skin, spine, layers. All still there, but weathered. Much like the former firelord Zuko himself. But the energies were completely different. Even at his age, the firelord still had a sense of youth to him, a calm energy that was in full control of itself. Jinora, from reading in history books, could tell that this must have taken much patience. This, however, was different. This book had a passion, an almost violent nature to it. Like its origin, it was full of fire. But as much as the Firelord was a calm, pure flame, this book was anything but. Thinking about it too much would have probably burnt her hands.

She felt Firelord Zuko's smile directed at her. "Jinora, you've grown. You look like your mother" he said.

She looked up, being polite. "I have. And thank you" She said, not afraid to look at his face. When she was younger, she was told to not look at his scar, but it's come to the point that Jinora could look at it without really noticing that it was something not normal. After all, she always saw the statue and thought nothing of it, so why should it matter on the person? The book was still behind her back, but it wouldn't be for long.

"Firelord Zuko, - "

"No need to be so formal. Uncle Zuko's just fine." He said, leaning back some in his throne. That's right. He said he was planning on resigning as Fire lord by summer's end. Jinora would need to get used to calling someone else the fire lord.

"Okay. Uncle Zuko. I have to ask you something." Jinora hesitated for a moment, but couldn't think anything bad of showing it to him. So she exposed the book from behind her. "Why did you give this to my dad?" She asked.

"That. That I gave to your grandfather, kind of as a parting gift when Republic City was built." He said, scooting up some and standing straight. He was clearly deep in thought, but not trying to give off any bad vibes. "You know, when I was your age, my mother used to take me to see the play for this. It was butchered every year, but what can you expect of the Ember Island Players?"

"Then why give it away?"

He frowned for the first time that they started speaking. "Sometimes, there are memories one has to relieve and make way for more." She saw a sadness that she knew she didn't mean to bring in. Jinora knew that reading the old stories was a priority "I was never much of a reader in my youth anyway. I thought this would suit someone of your tastes." He said, petting her head. "Better take care of that. It's old." He said getting some tea.

"Thank you." She said, now smiling rather widely. Not only was this a really old book with a lot of different cultural and historical references, but she could pay attention to something else while her dad was teaching basics to Ikki and her mom was taking care of Meelo. Most of the other children of the Air Acolytes were boring anyway.

Reliving that moment in her mind was a good way to appreciate the nature of this book, and it would have been perfect, had Jinora not suddenly heard a crash.

I wonder what that crash could be? I need feedback please!