Written for the avatar_500
Out with a Bang Blowout, prompt - Element.
Summary: An old man takes a nap on the beach.A Fire in the Sun
There were rows and rows of them, the figurines on the table, and the portraits on the walls, showing dozens of variations on the same kind of tall, stern, martial man, with gleaming armor and long black hair. "I suppose these are supposed to be Agni," he said to the clerk minding the shop next to the sun temple. He rubbed the topknot on the head of one of the statues, and then ran his fingers over his own bald head.
The clerk nodded eagerly and started jabbering about house shrines and family blessings while he tuned her out. He set down the figurine, and gave her a wide smile as he left the shop.
The sunlight hit him full in the face, and bounced off his nose and cheeks until it seemed to be shining out of him. He waddled down the beach town streets on his short, pudgy legs, breathing in the playful avarice that floated palpably on the air as the locals did their best to fleece the tourists with their mouths gaping open. As the cobblestone streets turned to sand, he idly contemplated going back to purchase one of the statues, to show it off, and to wonder at how the people of the Fire Nation saw their god, as they saw themselves.
But the smell of island flowers wafted towards him and children laughed as they ran half naked into the surf. So instead, Agni flopped down on the sand to lie in the sun.