Letter to Yue,
Writing like this seemed to work last time, so I'm going to give it another shot. We're on our way to Omashu. It's an Earth Kingdom city with a really innovative transportation system. They use earthbending for mail with chutes and on multiple platforms that're all timed so well. It's kind of like what you had at the north pole with waterbenders controlling the boats. I wish you could've seen it. I'm sure you would've loved it. And to think that a few months ago I didn't know anything about these places.
Come to think of it, you never got to see much outside of your tribe. It's so unfair how much you haven't seen or done. How your whole life was for others. I try not to think about it too much because it just gets frustrating, but who am I even upset with?
Your customs for pressuring you into this life?
Your dad for not seeing what you wanted?
You for going along with it all?
Or myself for not being able to change it?
I know we didn't have much time together, but the more I look back, the more it feels like I wasted it. We could've hung out more, traveled more, talked more- I never learned what it was that you actually wanted. Not for your people, something for yourself.
You did like hearing my stories about traveling, so I'll work with that for now. I'll keep you caught up with everything the Gaang does during the daytime while you complete spirit duties. I couldn't give you the life you deserved, but I can write it to you. Which may be the next best thing.
Your personal raconteur,
Sokka
Like before, Sokka weighed down the letter and kept it face up next to his sleeping bag.The sky was more overcast tonight, Sokka had relied on the firelight to see his writing. It'd been a day or two since he first wrote. Had the new moon passed yet?
It was late to be giving it this much thought. Sokka was sound asleep by the time a sliver of moonlight peeked through the clouds.