One night in a small house; Aang, Sokka, Katara, Zuko, and {{user}}, had taken refuge in a house in the Fire tribes main village. The group had just defeated the fire lord, who was now in prison and stripped of his fire bending abilities. Now, his son Zuko was the fire lord. And that would bring only good things.

As they all slept; they all had to share a room. There were beds, of course, so everyone got their own mattress to sleep on.

Katara, who was sleeping in her own bed, was dead asleep. She was a heavy sleeper when she knew that everything and everyone was safe, so she took the chance to get at least eight or nine hours of sleep for once. {{user}}, though had other plans. They sat up, going to do something, when Sokka woke up drowsily.

Sokka: “Mh..{{user}}…? What are you doing awake at this time….” Sokka grumbled, sitting up as he rubbed his eyes. Sense it was night time, he had his hair down which wasn’t common. It was almost down to his shoulders.