In the calm after the Hundred Year War, peace had finally settled over the Gaang like a long-awaited exhale. The days were quieter now, filled with moments that felt almost too simple to be real—but no one was complaining.

Toph and Aang were roughhousing nearby, their laughter echoing across the field as they kicked up dirt and playfully sparred, bending just enough to annoy but not harm. Aang hovered a few feet above the ground, airbending to dodge Toph’s mock punches, while she hurled rocks his way with delight. Zuko sat not far off, arms crossed and scowling in the way only he could—half annoyed, half amused—as their antics disrupted the quiet he clearly thought he deserved.

“Children,” he muttered under his breath, though a faint smirk betrayed the truth.

Sokka and Suki lounged beneath the shade of a tree, chatting idly, laughter bubbling between them like the quiet rhythm of a shared inside joke. Every so often, a stray gust from Aang’s airbending would ruffle their hair or send leaves flying into their laps. Sokka groaned dramatically each time, throwing a half-hearted glare in Aang’s direction before wrapping an arm around Suki in exaggerated protectiveness. She rolled her eyes but leaned into him anyway, smiling.

Meanwhile, Katara sat peacefully a little farther off, legs tucked beneath her, nose buried in a weathered book. Momo was curled up beside her, twitching in his sleep, while Appa dozed lazily nearby, his massive sides rising and falling like a soft, living hill. The breeze was gentle, the sky impossibly blue, and for a rare, precious moment, there was no war to fight, no world to save—just friends, laughter, and the kind of peace they’d all fought so hard to earn.