Apparently, Bato and some of the other men thought it was funny to stuff seaweed and fresh fish down my boots early this morning while I was still sleeping. Come to think of it, I was woken up by loud laughing outside of my tent but I didn't think too much of it. But I should have recognized the smell before putting them on, mainly because this is ( Read more... )

Sokka and his endless ideas always find a way to make me smile. This notion about all of us keeping journals is definitely no exception.

It feels...odd to really take off my helmet for the first time in years and I can't help but wonder what's going to happen now that everything's said and done. I know that I have to go back to the Southern Water ( Read more... )