Mayolin

To You I Belong Sokka pulled at the collar of his formal water tribe robes.  The only thing he ever liked about these parties was the seemingly infinite supply of food.  Blubbered seal jerky, stewed sea prunes, steamed snow crab, roasted polar leopard, even braised hippocow – the feast was endless. It was the fourth time he'd been to one of these anniversary parties, but he knew he'd never get used to them.  All anyone wanted to do was talk about the war, while all he wanted to do was forget it – especially that last awful, terrifying day... "So, how have you been, Sokka?" Sokka turned to Chief Arno

To You I Belong Sokka pulled at the collar of his formal water tribe robes.  The only thing he ever liked about these parties was the seemingly infinite supply of food.  Blubbered seal jerky, stewed sea prunes, steamed snow crab, roasted polar leopard, even braised hippocow – the feast was endless. It was the fourth time he'd been to one of these anniversary parties, but he knew he'd never get used to them.  All anyone wanted to do was talk about the war, while all he wanted to do was forget it – especially that last awful, terrifying day... "So, how have you been, Sokka?" Sokka turned to Chief Arno

H is for Hands My hands can't hold on to anything. My fists only destroy. They struggle, they strain, these dirty blood-soaked hands.... But even these imperfect hands once cradled a new life. Clean, warm, tiny hands. My pride and joy. ~ Li Hua, Chaos Rings II _________________________________________________________________ Gajeel was sitting outside of a hospital door. He was deep in thought, waiting. His body was wearing the hospital scrubs provided to him. On the other side of that door was his beautiful and loving wife of a year, Levy Redfox. The Iron Dragon Slayer sighed. Sitting on the outside was not how he wanted to spend this mom