I remember it perfectly.The annoyingly sweet smelling air,perfumed by the large flowers that blossomed for
no readily apparent reason on the river banks, the random shrieks of the nocturnal birds that had nothing better to do than
muck around in the air and make loud noises,and the unimaginable joy,then crushing disappointment, of seeing
my men coming forth with an unconscious figure in their arms.My heart sang,"The Avatar!", but then it stopped
mid verse and screeched painfully. The sight of brown skin and hair having stabbed it to death.Uncle Iroh was with them,
his hands tucked into his sleeves, and his face unreadable. He saw me watching them and nodded my way, so I just
jumped over the side of the small river boat and waited for them to formally arive.
