Young LustA/N: Hi guys! Yet another Avatar:The Last Airbender story, this one involving Jeong Jeong on vacation...and what would a vacation be without a dash of romance!
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. –Nietzsche
Two men were sitting on a large veranda, gazing at the fleeting stars.
"I'm grateful to have a friend to sit and enjoy the sunrise with," Piandao said, leaning back in his chair, "I'm glad you decided to stay with me while you are on vacation."
"You are just glad I brought you Iroh's plants." Jeong Jeong said, bringing a joint out of his sleeve and lighting it. "I am sorry he couldn't make it back, he is having too much fun at his teashop."
"If Iroh had started growing sooner, his weed alone could have stopped the war." Piandao said, "Pass that over here."
They passed the joint in silence as the sun rose. As Jeong Jeong was taking the last hit, a stout figure appeared in the doorway behind them.
To AtheliaA/N: I don't normally do poetry, so I hope someone enjoys it.
Oh, your heart has seen the glory
Of the dark which came too soon,
And your eyes have come to rest
Past the fullness of the moon
But my love still sees the maid
So pale and beautiful to tell,
Though my road is not yet traveled
My soul still bears this swell
So until the fates meet us again,
And our heats can cleave as one
Please keep me in your memory
'Till love itself has won.
My Friend Bacon"The Pig, if I am not mistaken,
Gives us ham and pork and bacon.
Let others think his heart is big,
I think it stupid of the pig."
This happened a long time ago, when the earth was green and the gods weren't as wary of humans.
One small sprite in particular, named Merel, especially liked humans. She used to come to earth in the form of a blackbird, to spend time with us.
One day, as she was enjoying her morning flight, she came upon a dilapidated farm. The poor farmer was sitting on a tree stump, his shovel thrown aside on the grass, his head in his hands.
"Dear Farmer," Merel crowed out, "Why are you crying?"
"Hoards of mice are eating my crops," The farmer lamented, "My children have nothing to eat!"
"Do not lament," Merel said, flying off, "I will help you."
She flew, thinking, until she spied a cat that was familiar to her. Merel soared down, landed, and bowed her head, "Good morning, Cat."
"It is not a good morning," The cat replied, his head low, "I