So far, dress shopping wasn't going well. As Avatar and future Fire Lady, Amaya could afford and grand dress, one with all the bells and whistles and beading she wanted. But so far, she just felt stiff and uncomfortable.

Amaya buried her face in her hands in the dressing room, Katara, Toph, and Suki sitting around her.

"Am I crazy for doing this?" Amaya wondered, biting at her nails. Suki slapped her hand away. "I mean, I'm only sixteen. We don't have to get married now."

"Amaya, stop it," Toph said firmly. "You and Zuko are disgustingly in love with each other, okay? So quit second-guessing yourself and get it together!"

"Toph's right," Katara said, stroking Amaya's braid. "Now come on, don't get discouraged. You haven't tried on very many dresses yet. Maybe something in a different style. What if we picked some things we think you might like? How about that?"

"Okay," Amaya sighed, straightening up and rubbing her face. "Okay, I'm better. I don't know why but I'm just so stressed out. I've got the food to handle, and the flowers, and Zuko hasn't been able to approve the seating arrangements yet, he's been too busy with the meetings with the Water Tribes, and… Oh, the room's spinning."

"Okay, you're clearly panicking," Suki said. "Stop thinking of it all at once," she advised. "Just think of it as a few little jobs to do. And none of them are horrible. Dressing up, tasting delicious food, smelling flowers. Doesn't sound too bad to me."

"Easy for you to say," Amaya mumbled as she stood. She took a deep breath and collected herself. "Alright, off with you. Each of you pick a dress and come back."

The three girls scattered, picking dresses from random spots on the racks, looking at them, and then putting them back. Nearly a half hour later they returned to the dressing room, arms laden with white fabric.

"Okay, what first?" Amaya asked. Toph thrust out a dress.

"This one felt nice," she said bluntly. Zuko had questioned her sanity for inviting a blind girl to help her go dress shopping, but Amaya had insisted.

Amaya tried it on and stepped out of the dressing room, staggering under the weight of the monstrosity of white fabric.

"What's she look like?" Toph asked.

"A giant cupcake," Suki supplied.

"But a very pretty cupcake," Katara threw it.

"I think we'll move on to the next one," Amaya said, wrinkling her nose. Suki wasn't lying. The skirt balooned out a good four feet on either side of her. She wondered vaguely if she'd fit down the aisle. She knew for a fact she'd take someone out with the skirt at the reception.

"Oh, try mine!" Suki suggested, pointing to hers. Amaya quickly changed dresses and stepped back out, staring at her reflection.

"Closer, but I look…"

"Kind of like that play we saw on Ember Island?" Katara suggested.

"A bit," Amaya said, eying the high slit in the skirt and blushing. Think monk thoughts... The dress clung tightly to every curve and flared indecently around her legs.

"Try mine," Katara said. Amaya obediently picked up the dress, but was immediately put off by the lace. She turned and looked at her reflection and… stared.

The girl in the mirror had curves. She had an amazing figure, tall and slim, and aside from her startled expression, looked gorgeous. Amaya stepped out, blinking dumbly.

"Ooh," Katara and Suki chorused, while Toph just demanded, "What? What?"

"Amaya, you look…"

Amaya nodded dimly, still surprised. The dress was slim and clingy, but not overly so. A long train trailed elegantly behind her. Lace sleeves tapered to points on the backs of her hands, ending precisely with her arrows, and made her limbs look graceful, even at rest. Her décolletage was exposed, giving a peek of skin, but still remaining classy. She looked… elegant. That was a term that had never been applied to her before.

"I like it," she said softly, smoothing her hands down the gown. The material flowed like water under her fingers.

"Hello ladies, how are we doing?" asked a woman in a crisp black dress, a sales assistant. "Anything standing out?"

"This one, definitely," Toph snorted. "She hasn't said anything since she came out so either it's horrible or amazing."

"Amazing," Amaya said dimly. She wasn't really there mentally anymore. Her mind was a thousand miles away, processing the fact that she was getting married. To Zuko. For a moment, the meaning of that threatened to overwhelm her, but then scenes flashed across her eyes. Zuko, sitting across from her in her bed at the Air Temple. Zuko, dancing with her at the Fire Days festival. Zuko, fighting her tooth and nail. Zuko, smiling at her. Zuko, with that tender expression he got right before he kissed her.

Zuko.

"This is my dress," Amaya said, beaming at her reflection.

"Oh, you do look lovely," the assistant said truthfully. "If I may make a suggestion…." She held up a hand and disappeared out of the room, only to return with a bundle of fabric over her arm. She shook it out, revealing a veil of white mesh edged in lace that was a perfect match for that on the dress. Carefully, the assistant set the veil down on Amaya's head and positioned the sides around her.

Amaya stared at her reflection. She was going to be a bride. A bride… There was a time when that would have been insane, when she expected to grow up and be a monk in the Air Temple, to never associate romantically in any way. She had been fine with that for a while, but after everything that had happened, she really couldn't imagine life without Zuko. Whether friend or foe, he had been there since she woke up.

"I'm ready to get married," Amaya smiled.

So, short sweet, and to the point. I was craving some fluff, and this was born. Probably as a result of an overabundance of Say Yes to the Dress, but still. It's an important thing for a girl! Next will be the wedding, when I get around to writing it, and after that some random scenes to be posted as I get inspired.

The bulk of my attention is now on my new story, the first chapter of which is now posted! You all seemed to like the idea, so here it comes! It's listed under Somewhere I Belong based on that Linkin Park song, mostly because it fits the story very well. I will warn you now, it's not going to be as much of a comedy as this one, though it will still be ZukoXOC (because who doesn't love Zuko?). Amaya's a happy person, and Kyuri, the OC SIB is... well, read it and see!