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I haven't written in awhile. Usually I write when I'm sitting there in class with nothing to do, like I did with this peice. Enjoy!
-Ardala91
The clouds drifted like lazy cheese puffs across the sky with the sunrise's golden light setting them aglow. The sky was a perfect blue with its puffy clouds, but there was no dark smirching its smile. There was a nervous racket penetrating the air expressed by no breath in the air at all. No branches in the trees or grass on the hillside caressed by the wind. A perfect stillness. A wailing silence.
In one field overgrown with lean yellow stalks, a lone person smashed them down with their feet as they walked. The person's lithe hands felt the tips of the prickly grass with their open palms. Long robes draped about the tall, pale figure in bright oranges and yellows like the hues of the rising sun. Sweat ran down a narrow nose and shined on his hairless head. A blue tattoo ran straight his forehead, pointing downward to his eyes. Grey eyes swirled about with a sorrowful gaze in concentration with his mouth set in a determined line.
He was thinking. A lot. Probably too much, he thought, considering that's all what he seemed to be doing these days. Thinking. Meditating. He stopped irritated and flung himself to the ground on his back. The grass itched his skin and his vision was of blue sky surrounded by towering walls of golden grass. A pulsating desire throbbed in his heart to be able to sleep without dreams. They haunted him relentlessly, causing him great joy and terrible strife. Sometimes he ached to be able to enter a dreamless sleep that he'd never wake up from.
He knew that he'd survive. He would get past this and continue on. Life was holding its arms open before him, waiting for a response. Soon he'd return to its embrace, but not now. Right now it was easier to think. To remember.
He chuckled gently at a memory of Appa sneezing on Sokka when they'd first met. He recalled the intense ache he'd felt when Appa had been kidnapped. He remembered a lot of things, good and ill.
Roku had died with his animal guide, a dragon. Appa had died before him to protect him, Aang would fiercely miss that six ton fur ball till the end of his days.