"I DEMAND YOU TO BE QUIET SIR," shouted the frustrated monk. "You are out of line, and I will not stand for it." The air bender was on his feet, shouting down General How, chief of the Ba-sing-se delegation. "Your emotions do not matter here. Justice is impassive, vengeance, however, is not."

"Those monsters," shrieked How, waving a finger at the Fire Nation delegates, "Occupied our country, burned our towns, enslaved our benders, and slaughtered my people. I demand restitution. My people demand restitution."

"ENOUGH!!" boomed the avatar so loudly that the ceiling of the temple chambers shook and sprinkled all present in a stale smelling grey dust. "We are not making progress today," muttered Aang, rubbing his forehead wearily. "I call for a recess until morning. Then we can all go at this again with cooler heads." General How was not willing to let this pass.

"No Avatar, this IS progress! You are a…" But what exactly Aang was, the council never found out. As How attempted to continue his tirade, Aang, with the least perceptible motion, bended him through the floor.

"Now gentlemen, I believe I called for a recess." repeated Aang, beginning to glow dangerously. "Until tomorrow gentlemen." At that Aang took his leave of all in the room. Departing with a brisk step, the Avatar crossed the domed tower room to the balcony, dove through the separating curtains and directly over the balcony into the great plummeting nothing of freefall. For him there was no better way to shake off his misery and frustration than to fly, to be one with the air.

It was twilight before the monk set himself on solid ground again. Flying directly to the uppermost balcony in the most western spire, he descended gracefully, admiring the inlayed bison sculpture on the rim of the stone archway. He had no sooner touched down when he noticed an eagle-hawk, perched on the railing of his bed, opposite the balcony. "Zuko," the air bender thought out loud. Aang took the scroll from the eagle-hawk's beak and hurriedly opened it. He became so engrossed in this message, he didn't hear the eagle-hawk take flight from an arms distance away.

I thank you for your summons.

I will be a day behind this message.

Prepare for my arrival

Iroh will be accompanying me

Put on a pot of tea for him

Zuko

This was the news he had been waiting for. Aang felt he needed Iroh's council, and deeply missed morning sparring with Zuko. But for now there were preparations to be made. The Fire lord would be arriving at the temple in a days time. He would need to organize a feast, inform the delegates the next days negotiations would have to be postponed due to the arrival of new fire council members. The scribe would need to copy the most recent attempt at a treaty draft for Iroh and Zuko to read, as well as discussion notes from the last dozen or so meetings. Aang didn't know how well Zuko was being informed my his delegates, he would make sure he had all the information he could get for him. He would also need to find a pai-sho board, he wasn't going to miss a chance to get back at Iroh for last time.