One more for today.

Disclaimer: I don't own A:tLA

Nightlight

"MAMA! PAPA!" The Avatar and his wife were woken in the middle of the night to the cries of their 3-year-old. Worried that something was wrong with their one-and-only, the young couple dashed to her room.

"Baby, what's wrong?" her mother asked anxiously. Her daughter's eyes were wide plates of silver in the little amount of light the quarter moon provided.

"My candle went out," the little girl whimpered. Indeed, the candle that always burned at night under its glass housing was reduced to an unusable puddle of wax and ashes. This happened at least once a month with Tian Mi's nightlight went out. Her mother turned to her father.

"Aang, could you – "

"I'll go look," the Avatar replied with a yawn, going in search of a new candle.

"Don't worry, Sweetie. Papa will find another candle." Tian Mi sniffled and nodded in the darkness. After a while, Aang returned empty-handed.

"I can't find any more of Tian Mi's candles anywhere." Katara frowned.

"What about one of the candles in our room?"

"They're too skinny and they won't stand up on their own."

"Well, I could always bend them into a usable shape…"

"They're solid right now. I'd have to melt them so they could be bent and that would destroy the wick."

"What about one of the candles from the foyer chandelier? That should be wide enough." Her husband gave her a look that said he clearly wasn't in the mood to bend himself 30-some feet in the air for a candle. Tian Mi started to whimper and her father sighed.

"Here, I have an idea. Katara, lay down and I need to you bend some ice, preferably in a dome with lots of little faces…" After Tian Mi was nestled between her parents and her mother had bent some ice, Aang explained the last part of his plan. "Now, I need you to keep the ice as cold as possible, Dear." With that, the Avatar projected a small flame beneath the dome. The effect was hundreds of little points of light splayed on the walls. Enchanted, Tian Mi cooed and wriggled between her parents in delight. Even though their arms became very tired, Aang and Katara sustained the makeshift nightlight long after their daughter had fallen back asleep.

Heheh, I can relate to this story. When I was younger I was one of those kids who NEEDED a nightlight and my parents would turn the house upside down looking for batteries when the light went out…