A/N: Five years after Sozin's Comet. Title from a Milton poem.
Sokka leans forward. His audience – none older than six – watches him raptly.
"– Then, Aang was all earthbending! I could just see the fear in those yellow eyes…"
Mai lurks behind me, smiling faintly at his rendition and our own daughter's wide-eyed admiration. "Why is it that, if asked about the time he broke into the best-guarded prison in the world, or how he took out an entire fleet of airships almost single-handedly, he dodges the question…"
"Yet he never seems to grow tired of the time he was nearly defeated by a moose-lion cub and a badly placed hole in the ground?"