Iroh stepped out onto the deck just as the sun was beginning to rise. As he had predicted, the dawn was a marvelous sight, awash in pale color and light. His crew was below deck, those who weren't guarding the Avatar or preparing breakfast were still in bed, exhausted from music night the previous evening. He considered bringing Katara up to look at it. She had been looking a bit ill lately, and such a splendor would do her good. Iroh turned, feeling good about his decision, and was met by quite a remarkable sight.

The Avatar's flying bison was disappearing into the brilliant sky, two riders on its back. And standing on the deck, wrapped in each other's arms, were Katara and Prince Zuko. Iroh was puzzled.

Had the Avatar left his friend behind? Or had she chosen to stay?

And had Prince Zuko somehow not noticed that his adversary of two years was flying away? Or did he just not care?

It was an enigma. Which made it that much more fun to observe.

This would make a fine picture, he decided idly as he observed the young sweethearts against the jewel toned sky. A fine picture indeed.


- Wouldn't that be an awesome pic?