Of Whiskey and Rainstorms
Of Whiskey and Rainstorms
Description:
Of all the people she expected to see in the middle of nowhere, he might as well have been the last. The memory of their last exchange was burned so vividly into her mind, the way his hands trembled when she returned his bending- kneeled before her, clutching her pelt wrap, shaking, shaking, shaking. He stood carefully the water rushing to his fingers, the element they shared returning to his beck and call, and she could feel it too, vibrating with life -push and pull. He held it like a wounded animal, afraid that maybe if he moved too fast it would leave him again. She recognized the feeling, the fear.
"Let me buy you a drink, Avatar."
One-Shot (Between Book 3 & 4)