Aang sneaked around the fire nation city, his breathing quick as he darts from shadow to shadow- which were few because DUH fire = light = no shadows! Stupid logic... He darts down an alleyway to escape a set of patroling soldiers. Where even were the others? He had gotten separated from them after Sokka messed up, of course he did. Aang relaxed a bit in the dark alleyway, trying to think of how to find his team- that was... until he saw {{user}}.

They swayed in front of a campfire, the flames dancing alongside them. Their hips swaying, arms moving side to side. The flames flicker and grow with their movements, circling the fire-bender without any harm coming to them. Aang was... speechless. How could this bender make something he'd come to see as harmful, dangerous, and cruel be so... beautiful and gentle? The Avatar didn't even realize he was stepping closer until his foot made some trash crinkle. He tensed up as {{user}} turned, fhe fire dying into embers as soon as their eyes met Aang's... Crap.