Author's Notes:

Most of these drabbles will be 100 words, but some will be slightly longer. I'll put the word count beside the title for those that are. Thanks for reading!

4. Perfection

Perfection was not a goal; it was a necessity.

Perfection ensured her father's approval, but today, perfection was a personal drive. Azula had heard rumors of firebenders producing blue flames. If those rumors were true, she'd master it.

She glared at the fire in her hand. Sweat beaded on her brow; her hair clung to her forehead. Burn hotter, she commanded.

The base of the flame began to change color. Azula willed it to obey her. Instead, it guttered out.

Perfection took time to acquire.

Azula didn't learn how to produce blue fire that day. But she did learn patience.

5. Map(250)

"Come here, Sokka. I want to teach you something."

The boy shot to his feet, almost bouncing with excitement. His father pulled him onto his lap and turned him toward the table. A weathered scroll had been rolled across the surface, revealing a map of the world.

"Are you teaching me how to fight?" Sokka asked. "Do I get to use my new boomerang now?"

"No, not yet," his father said. Sokka deflated. "I'm going to show you how to read a map."

Sokka frowned. "That's boring!"

His father chuckled. "It's not as bad as it sounds. See this dot? That's Omashu."

Sokka wriggled out of his father's arms. "I don't want to read maps, I want to be a warrior."

"Navigation is an integral part of good leadership."

Sokka's nose twitched. "Really?"

"Really. How can you fight the Fire Nation if you don't know where they are?"

"I know where the Fire Nation is, Dad."

The man arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Why don't you show me?"

Sokka jumped onto his father's lap and pointed. "It's right here."

"How would the Earth Kingdom troops get there, do you think?"

Sokka scrutinized the map. "Um . . . Through Serpent's Pass?

"And where's that?"

Sokka pointed. When his father asked him to find Ba Sing Se, he scanned the map for that, too. Same for Whale Tail Island. Within minutes, Sokka was deeply absorbed in his task.

Navigation was boring. But pointing to dots on a map was kind of fun.

6. Fireworks

"Kuzon, I don't think this is a good idea . . ."

"Don't be silly." The firebender balanced a flame on his fingertip, illuminating the meadow. "The show's tomorrow anyway. This way, you'll get to see it before you leave."

Aang frowned, following the firebender through the field. The open space left them exposed, vulnerable. "We'll get caught."

Kuzon smiled. "We won't get caught. Loosen up. This is an adventure."

Aang sighed.

"Ready?" Kuzon asked.

"Ready."

Kuzon lit waxed string. Rockets streaked through the night sky before exploding.

Later, when Monk Gyatso asked about the premature fireworks, Aang feigned ignorance.