Dim Sum

by PhoenixMageFire

Dim Sum is always served with tea. They are tiny portions with endless variety and come with the occasional dose of crack. Drabble series; standard spoiler alerts apply. The kitchen is open.

31. Pasture

Disclaiming Banner: And the Lord said let there be light, and it was good. And Mike and Brian said let there be ATLA, and it was good.

Pasture

Jet liked grass. And wheat. And barely. And millet. The scent of it on the breeze, the taste of it as he reminded himself of the broken jaw that healed mostly right. They reminded him of growing up on the edge of the prairie far to the west. He remembered the rich soil that grew his father's crops, the smell of peat that fed his uncle's forge.

He didn't remember the field burnings. The excitement of making the preparations; digging this patch of land up so the fire couldn't spread too far for instance. Barrels of water had waited to quench the thirst of relations traveling days to transform a tired field into a fertile plot.

But he did remember how amazingly tall the grain seemed as it grew up over his head the following season. It had somehow felt even taller than the trees that crowded the other half of his horizon.