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"Two months, she wastes when she should have been sending her message to the South," Sokka grumps, hiding from all the excitement of the preparing women outside the hut with Miki in his lap, trying valiantly to stop his father from putting tiny shoes on his feet.  "And now she's coming three weeks ahead of schedule?"

A swarm of birds had arrived over the past week - from the men of the South, sent from their fleet to inform the tribe of their return; from Katara and Aang, confirming their presence at the wedding; Lu, Hana, and Iroh promising to attend; messages of congratulation from the North, King Bumi's court, the Fire Nation palace, the warriors of Kyoshi...

Perhaps it doesn't quite qualify a swarm, but it was more messages than any of the Tribesman had ever seen in the South at one time before.

Miki squeals in triumph when Sokka sets the boots aside to frown over at his fiancee.  "Katara came out of the womb determined to annoy me, I mean it."
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It has been a long, long time since strangers last approached the Southern Water Tribe. There are rumours of great doings in the world outside, but the world and its great ones seem to have forgotten the women and children of the South Pole.

Kanna has almost given up hope of seeing Hakoda and his warriors again. She doesn't tell the girls that, of course. It would do them no good. They're worry enough about Sokka and Katara, and the Avatar, and the distant rumbles that are sometimes heard over the horizon. Nobody strays far from home unless it's to hunt now.

And everyone is within the walls, sitting around the communal fire to eat, when the child on the remnants of little Sokka's watchtower squeaks in panic and skids down the snowy walls towards the fire.

"Someone's coming! Gran-Gran, there are people coming!" she shrieks, grabbing at Kanna's skirts. Kanna looks up to meet the eyes of Issa and Nata, the two oldest of the women she still thinks of as 'the girls', petting the child's hair with stiff hands.

They look back at her, frightened, but when she stands they follow, and after a moment the other women do the same.  The last visitors here was the Fire Nation ship that took the Avatar. No wonder they're all afraid.

"Get spears," she tells them. "And ask the children to stay in the tents." Like that will work; but at least they can try.

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