People are used to believe Aisha has no emotions, which is only aggravated by the lack of expression she usually wears. Very little times she has been actually told that and the giggle – that sounds more like a snicker – that leaves her lips are, rather, iconic, admitting the saying is the ugly damn truth. Or is that what she likes to have everybody thinking and gossiping until her ears are burning red and laughing until she can’t breathe.

But there is another part of her who keeps a box of wood, dusty and pretty and old like the ones you can read up in cheesy romances and doesn’t let anyone see, so it stays hidden under her bed until she is bored, or emotional enough to open and to peek at the tons of papers and photos and cards and things too small and too insignificant to anyone but her.

A day when she has another piece to add at this box was one to celebrate, and that’s what she definitely would. Anyone could notice when that day had arrived, but they were quiet even when she passed by the neighbors greeting them good mornings, with hair fixed right and pretty and clothes as decent as she could find and – as odd as it probably sounded – red, used with a Fire Nation symbol, would always take place on her vesture in any way.

This day, it was inlaid as a button in a light shirt, not calling more attention than the smile she had plastered on her lips as she stood on Republic City’s wharf. The letter on her hands didn’t smell funny enough for it to be counted as old, which was probably the reason for her excitement as she held it behind her, before lifting it for another read to confirm that yes—he was late.

Happiness are in everywhere. Lots of positive energy and good spirits filled in this festival. Laugh and smile are used by the entire of Republic City's citizen. So many voices and light decorate this beautiful day. The entire steps are suddenly filled by tons of people who mostly the innocent one thought about life, while the others are not. Every single steps for them always meaning of something in this special day. Dancing and playing are getting the festival fire up as they still stick together in this festival.

Yes, it is the four hundredth anniversary of Republic City, the capital city of United Republic of Nation. She still remember, the goal that Avatar and the Fire Lord make this city is to make all four nations people bound by one, United and never let the chain of peace broken. And this is the first time in history, that all the people finally known the first official day of The Golden Age. Fingers are still playing with each other as she saw the crowds like a billion of ants out from their home. Too much crowd make her head got headache. It's probably weird for some people see the girl—or stranger hide from this moment of happiness. Moment that can't describe the entire citizen how they feel with all the smile that put right on their face.

` The smell of roasted chicken sprinkled with sesame seeds and ginseng was simply been too mouth-watering inducing for Suji to resist, but nonetheless, she withheld herself with constant thoughts of having already made plans to dinner with uncle later that evening. While biting her bottom lip, she made a quick getaway from the stall she was just visiting (Yes, she reminds herself, Just visiting and nothing more...), and paused at a vendor that had a rather distinctively familiar style to it. The deep blue and soft white colors, the fur-skinned tee-pee in the back. If the stall keeper himself with his clothing style wasn't a dead giveaway already, within mere moments, she would have still guessed that this man was selling food and clothes straight from the water tribe. 

` Not having visited the South in nearly a year, Suji approached the stall eagerly while shooting the vendor a smile. After greeting her, he leaned forward a little and, from across the wooden table, asked if she was from the Southern water tribe. Her smile widened even more as she nodded her head. "How did you know?" He returned the smile with the same degree, and told her he saw it in her eyes, but it was just a guess. Apparently, her eagerness was obvious. She learned he had traveled from the South, to which she responded, "Whoa. It's practically on the other side of the world! It's a hefty cost, but did you take the steam ships to come here?" And just like that, the conversation naturally began to roll. She admits, her physician assistant role might have something to do with this. 

` Food, drinks, some seemingly overpriced souvenirs, and festival games here and there. Suji clasped her hands together in anticipation as she approached the line of vendors selling merchandise from all over the world. An opportunity like this doesn't happen often enough in my book, she ponders about to herself, very much intrigued with the bright, carefree atmosphere among the citizens of all ages in this Downtown area. 

` It was when she was browsing through a book stand that it happened. In the midst of the crowd, a pleading voice that Suji suspected belonged to a prepubescent boy caught her attention. Come on, mother, he was saying with a sharp whine on the last syllable. I want to see the fire show. Can't we, can't we? Absentmindedly, Suji smiled to herself once hearing it; it reminded her of herself when she was younger, though her victim was almost always her sister. He continued, and this time, Suji looked over her shoulder: Please, it's just over there! The twenty-year-old followed the direction in which his little index finger was pointing towards, and sure enough, there was a fire show happening right before their eyes. 

` Suji quickly paid the keeper for the book ("Oh, The Places You'll Go: A Picture Atlas") with a few yuans, thanked him, then maneuvered through the crowd towards the fire show. Since there was already a decently large amount of watchers, she tightly held onto her book, stood on her tiptoes, and peered over some shoulders to get a better view of the stage. 

She stopped moving, eyes slowly widening. 

No...But it is. It must be. Yes, she knew that face.