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The Fire Palace is techincally a series of much smaller buildings grouped together and locked by walled footpaths and ornate gardens. The Imperial audience chambers are in the centre, near where the Royal family live in a smaller, heavily walled domicile. Guests are quartered in expansive rooms in one of the outer rings, a short walk away from the temple, used by all who live in the Palace.
One of the low buildings in the temple itself is dedicated to memorials to the departed. Smoke rises in thin worms from a thousand incense sticks, set before rolls representing the dead, individually or collectively. At the front, facing the worshipper as he enters, are twin rolls representing the parents of the current Fire Lord - one handsome king with his face marked by a hug burn scar, and one exotic looking blue eyed woman, sporting a scar of her own. As only four people in the world have ever met Melaka Fray, no one's arguing the likeness.
The victims of the recent border attack are in a temporary position next to Zuko. Each name is written out in perfect and careful calligraphy grouped by nation, and not one is left out, no matter who they might have been or which element they subscribed to. The sand in front of that scroll burns with more sticks than anywhere else, today.
One of the low buildings in the temple itself is dedicated to memorials to the departed. Smoke rises in thin worms from a thousand incense sticks, set before rolls representing the dead, individually or collectively. At the front, facing the worshipper as he enters, are twin rolls representing the parents of the current Fire Lord - one handsome king with his face marked by a hug burn scar, and one exotic looking blue eyed woman, sporting a scar of her own. As only four people in the world have ever met Melaka Fray, no one's arguing the likeness.
The victims of the recent border attack are in a temporary position next to Zuko. Each name is written out in perfect and careful calligraphy grouped by nation, and not one is left out, no matter who they might have been or which element they subscribed to. The sand in front of that scroll burns with more sticks than anywhere else, today.
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Date: 2007-05-16 07:50 pm (UTC)A good father wouldn't have let his son go.
"...what you're doing is fine," he says finally, softly enough that the break in his voice is barely heard. "You're doing your best to make sure the bastards that did this get what they deserve. That's what she would have wanted you to do."
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:05 pm (UTC)"Zheng says I should take some time off. But if I stop I don't know how I'll start again."
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:09 pm (UTC)"...you should come stay with us, Lu. Spend some time with Kanna."
With her granddaughter.
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:13 pm (UTC)"I can't. I can't stop. I'm not ready to stop yet. There's stuff to be done here."
With her children.
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:15 pm (UTC)For whenever she's ready to take it. He isn't going to criticize her for wanting to stay and work when he abandoned his wife only two days after they find out about Miki, just to see the men who did it.
To finish it.
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:18 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry."
This time for not taking the offer, and for not being there for Kanna.
"If there's anything she needs..."
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:24 pm (UTC)Swallowing back a sigh, Sokka bends to put his arms fully around her and hold her tight. Just for a moment, though, brief before he straightens and steps back to put his hands on her shoulders. Holding his children, niece, or nephew has never been a task, never a responsibility, and the same for comforting them.
But he can't keep holding her if he wants to keep his own composure.
"Do what you need to do," Sokka says quietly, head ducked to look her in the eye, serious, "and come see us when you're ready. But don't hurt yourself in the process, you promise me?"
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:27 pm (UTC)"I promise I'll try."
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:31 pm (UTC)"Come on. There's got to be something new in the palace since the last time I was here. What was that, ten years ago?"
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:38 pm (UTC)"Nothing that new," she says. "Unless you count your youngest niece."
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-16 11:47 pm (UTC)"Roku's shooting up," she says. "He's already taller than Iroh, and Zheng. If Meila didn't look so much like her father I think he'd suspect seomthing."
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:51 pm (UTC)For someone often called a barbarian, Sokka doesn't make too much of an effort to convince people otherwise with his speech.
"Katara asked if I was sure I was her brother a few times. I look exactly like my father, but I'm about a foot taller." He smirks a little down at her, letting her lead the way though he stands beside her. "Roku must be having a good time looming over all those important men."
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Date: 2007-05-16 11:57 pm (UTC)"Yeah, he's loving it. He's signing up for officer training next month, finally. Been whining that he's getting too old and I should have let him when he was fourteen."
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Date: 2007-05-17 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 06:22 am (UTC)"He's happy. And he's going to be a good soldier. It's just... I feel bad for wanting him to stay home and not sign up. We've abolished conscription, but it doesn't seem to stick."
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Date: 2007-05-17 06:32 am (UTC)There is a pause before Sokka speaks again, but when he does, it's without a hitch. "Miki was like that. No one ever asked him to go to the Earth Kingdom, but as soon as I said no, he volunteered. Possible that it's just a thing with kids."
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Date: 2007-05-17 06:39 am (UTC)Now, admittedly the first time Zuko did that they were three.
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Date: 2007-05-17 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 06:48 am (UTC)She passes through some heavy doors, flanked by important looking guards who positively glare at Sokka, before breaking through into a light, airy water garden.
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Date: 2007-05-17 07:04 am (UTC)The guards get a bright, beaming smile from Sokka, as well as a salute - made with the massive club he constantly has on hand. The garden is a surprise, though, and Sokka blinks as they come in.
"...a water garden. You just love making everyone double-take with irony, don't you?"
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Date: 2007-05-17 07:12 am (UTC)Before she can say anything else, a child's voice calls out, "Mom!" and there's a girl about seven years old running down a promenade towards them. But she stops when she sees the tall Water Tribesman, and squints up at him.
"Who are you?"
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Date: 2007-05-17 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 01:42 pm (UTC)"Did she tell you about the time I fell in the turtleduck pond and was nearly drowneded?"
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Date: 2007-05-17 06:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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