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Here is one for attempted humor. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading and please review.
"To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly." –Henri Bergson
Change is part of life. It is the very thing that makes the boy become the man. Or the little girl to become the woman at long last. Change is a necessary part of the fabric of life. He knew that…sweet spirits, he of all people knew about change. As the Avatar, he knew traditionally it was for the best, good or ill. Well, he thought wryly, depending on the circumstances…
As the Avatar, he was the most powerful person in the world, simply put. Yet what can an Avatar do….any father truly do…when their little girl has grown up? She already had in the last few months, but he, as any father might, had not seen it until it was smack in front of his face! There he had been, enjoying a quiet stroll with Momo through the gardens of the Fire Nation's Royal Palace. They were visiting his old friend Fire Lord Zuko…
He heard a giggle, a bright sound filled with expectation and anticipation. He knew that laugh. Aang peeked around the corner to spot his daughter in the arms of…Zuko's son?! He felt a tirade of protection wash over him. Why, he was ready to storm over there and…! Aang let out a long breath. That was not a usual characteristic for him, but to see his little girl in the arms of a boy…any boy really…
He pulled his head back as he saw the boy tilt his head down to his daughter's face. He walked away, very quickly to say the least.
And here he now sat in his room with a brooding expression. His daughter and the Crown Prince? What was the world coming to? "Aang?" He turned his head around to see his wife's smiling face. Their daughter had her eyes…that same sky-blue shade he loved. "What's wrong?"
He felt like a nervous twelve-year old again as he tried to find the words. "I…err…saw…her and…"
Katara let out a gentle laugh and he felt her hand touch his shoulder gently. "It's alright. I already know about it."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He demanded irritated.
"I thought you knew," She replied with a shrug. "Besides, she's old enough to make her own mind about this sort of thing."
"I need to have a talk with this boy."
Katara squeezed his shoulder firmly. "No, you don't." She warned him firmly. "I won't have you scaring off every boy who likes our daughter. And she likes him very much."
Aang let out a long sigh. "Does Zuko know?"
"Hmmm…I don't know. Why don't you go ask him?"
Aang stood up immediately. If he could not talk to the son, then he could with the father at least! He had known Zuko's children all of their lives, he loved them as if they were family. Yet to see his little girl in that boy's arms…
He twitched.
She was growing up. He was not going to deny that fact. But he was going to have a long talk with Zuko about this never the less.