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Katara loved the South Pole. The endless swaths of ice and snow, the air's crispness, and the silence, oh Spirits the silence. The silence was her only solace and her tormentor. After the war had ended and she returned home, it was the silence that betrayed her. It left her alone with nothing to focus on to distract her, so she made her own noise. As much as she could and as often as possible, she was moving water, creating ice making noise that the snow couldn't muffle. For a very long time, she hated silence.
Thinking back to those dark days made her body feel like lead. Now, she was learning to love the silence again. This island wasn't silent like the South Pole, but it had a gentle quietness that swaddled her like a cocoon. Soft sounds that blended into the background.
The water was cold at first, but the longer she stood in the shallow surf, the warmer it felt. The moon was full and bathed the shore in its ethereal glow, and for a brief moment, Katara let herself forget what was going on, but just like the swell of the ocean, reality came crashing back.
They were welcomed warmly, and Zuko, Hakoda, Haku, and Hanu immediately began making preparations to evacuate. Aang had flown ahead to Kyoshi Island to prepare another ship. Luckily, everyone was on board with the original plan. The waterbenders would travel with her and Hakoda on the cutter ships to the North Pole while the earthbenders would take the vessel Aang prepared at Kyshi to begin the Southern Air temple restoration. Zuko would rendezvous with Iroh and the Fire Nation naval fleet to make a final stand and end the rebellion.
"Plum wine for your thoughts?" Zuko had wandered down to the shore, bottle in hand, "I had a feeling I would find you down here."
Katara laughed and accepted the bottle from him. The sticky-sweetness was a welcome treat. "I was just thinking."
Taking the bottle back, Zuko raised it to his lips and held her gaze, "About?"
"War. It never ends, does it?" She looked out into the ocean as if expecting it to answer her.
"It just goes from the battlefield to the council room. Instead of projectiles, it's policy." Zuko seemed unfazed, and for a brief moment, Katara was jealous. A young royal, he had been groomed for this kind of life. She was thrust into it without a safety net.
Zuko began walking down the shore, and Katara followed suit. They walked in companionable silence, passing the bottle back and forth until they reached the jetty. Clambering onto the rocks, she lay back and looked at the stars while Zuko sat beside her.
"You're worried." he stated, flicking her temple.
"Spirits, Zuko! How much have you had to drink?" She laughed, her own body was warm, and she felt light-headed. The flush that lit up Zuko's usually pale complexion told her he was feeling the same.
"Not too much," he pouted before offering her the bottle again, "I sail with you guys until we meet up with the rest of the navy, and then you and Haku are on your own. I want to enjoy this time while we have it."
"By getting drunk on a beach?" She was happy that he had chosen to seek her out. The silence was always chasing her, but Zuko knew her silence, and he knew how to make it stop.
"Yup. You ditched me, and I was all alone. So I had to find you." He jabbed a finger at her, pouting.
She snorted and grabbed the bottle, letting the delicious liquid slide down her throat, "I did not leave you alone, you big baby."
Dragging the back of her hand across her mouth, she held the bottle out to Zuko. His eyes were fixed firmly on her lips, and she chose to avert her gaze to the ocean below them.
"You're blushing," he jested, ducking his head to catch her eyes, which she firmly avoided by looking over her shoulder, "You're totally blushing!"
Angry, she swung around to face him, "So what? It's the wine. You're blushing, too!"
Zuko laughed again, "I'm half drunk with a stunning young woman; I would be a fool not to be."
In the years she had known the Fire Lord, she had never heard him this brazen or intoxicated. She wondered if the plum wine had been spiked for a brief moment, but seeing the elvish glint in Zuko's eyes convinced her otherwise. She knew he was teasing, but she also knew the warmth in her belly wasn't just because of the wine.
"Stop teasing, or I'll wash you out with the tide." She let her mirth fade and rested her head on his shoulder, "Promise me you'll come back."
Zuko was frozen. He and Katara had always had an interesting bond, but at this moment, she was more vulnerable than she had ever been. She saw him and Aang struck by lightning, and she saved them both. She fought death twice and won. He knew she was making him promise to come back alive because she wouldn't be there like last time.
"Katara," Zuko leaned away, forcing her to look up at him, "I promise."
Katara wasn't sure if it was the feeling of impending doom, the wine in her system, or Tui and La's pull, but when she felt Zuko lean in, she didn't move back.
It wasn't until Zuko shot up like he had been struck that reality crashed back in. Aang landed in front of them, his eyes wide with fear.
"Aang, what happened?" Had he seen her almost, what, kiss Zuko? The thought seemed foreign to her, but what else would have happened if the Avatar hadn't interrupted?
"It's Kyoshi island," Aang said, and then she smelled it, the smell that haunted her nightmares and lived in the silence of her mind, the smell of burnt human flesh. Katara felt the wine in her stomach boil over, and she leaned over and watched the contents of her stomach wash away with the tide.
Yao watched silently as the Avatar scoured through what was left of Kyoshi Island. The mayor had held on valiantly, but he knew the weakling wouldn't watch all of his petulant villagers perish. He was lucky Yao was generous.
Leaving one ship unscathed, he watched as the villagers ran for it and then gleefully gave his men the command to hunt. Whoever made it to the ship would survive. In his new world, only the strong would survive. Yao stayed behind to see who would show up, and low and behold, it was the Avatar himself.
Hidden away and using his spyglass, Yao watched the gawky teenager paw through the ashes and cry over the burnt remains. Good, he thought, let him see what his future holds. Let him fly back to his little friends and try to warn them.
"Shit, Noe!" Sokka ducked, barely missing a right hook from his wife as he shook her awake, "What the fuck?"
He watched her face turn various shades of red. Stumbling and stammering, she finally choked out the words, "I am so sorry, Sokka! I was dreaming, and you have no idea how many times Haku used to put dead fish in my hair, and one time during molting season, Jiang found a giant crab-beetle husk, and he hung it over my bed, I didn't mean to!"
Sokka couldn't help but laugh at her long-winded apology, "It's fine, your right hook sucks anyway. Don't swing your elbow out so much."
Grumbling, she pushed herself up and rubbed her eyes, "Why are you waking me up, anyway?"
"We're here, welcome to the Northern Water Tribe!" Sokka grinned and felt a swell of pride at the look of joy that crossed her face. She scuttled to the edge of the saddle and gazed down.
The North was quick to rebuild and was as magnificent as ever. The capital city had remained the same, a large semi-circle carved into the side of an ice cliff. The city and its surrounding land were encircled by thick, high ice walls protected by several aqua gates. He noted they had nearly doubled the aqua-gates in number, and a small smattering of ice-huts had cropped up just outside of the high outer walls. Appa came to a smooth landing atop the wall, and Sokka slid down to greet the warriors who stood guard.
Hahn greeted Sokka cordially, but there was no love to be lost between the two men. Noelani could see Sokka was stiff and almost cold towards the Northern chief.
Turning towards her, he offered a gloved hand, and she slid down to the ground, grabbing Sokka's waist to steady herself on the slick surface.
"Chief Hahn, I present to you, my wife, Noelani." Sokka's arm was heavy on her shoulders, and Noelani stood as tall as she could. Meeting Hahn's eyes, she smiled wide.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Sokka watched as she bowed her head, just as he had taught her.
"The pleasure is mine, I must say, we were shocked to learn of Sokka's engagement." Hahn eyed them skeptically, and Sokka bit the inside of his cheek, letting the metallic taste of blood distract him. He wanted nothing more than to throttle the young chieftain, but decorum demanded restraint.
"All is fair in love and war and politics." Noelani smiled, pleased with her retort, and Sokka grinned, smug.
"Very outspoken, I expected nothing less." Hahn retorted and turned sharply on his heel, "Varrick, see to it that their belongings are taken to their quarters. Noelani, my wife, Sela, will escort you to the kitchens and then to your quarters. Sokka, you and I have a business to attend to. Bid your wife goodnight and meet me in the assembly hall."
Sokka watched Hahn retreat into the guard tower and turned to Noelani, who looked like she was about to blow a gasket. Sela, who was standing quietly to the side, stepped forward with a warm smile, "Welcome, I apologize for Hahn's briskness. It's quite late."
Sokka took her hands in his, "We're arriving much later than anticipated. We ran into some bad weather. You look radiant as ever, Sela."
Sokka smiled and embraced her in a tight hug. Sela was only 14 when Yue sacrificed herself to the Moon spirit, but she was every bit as warm and welcoming as her older sister. Sokka felt a pang of anger, he had hoped the North would have grown from their ways, but he was a fool to think one charitable deed would undo an entire society built in patriarchy. Even he still struggled with it sometimes.
Turning to Noelani, he hugged her tight. He was proud that she stood her ground to Hahn, and even more proud that she hadn't sunk him into the arctic sea.
"Noelani, Sela is a very dear friend of mine. I trust her with my life. I'll catch up with you later, okay?"
And with that, he followed in the direction Hahn went, escorted by one of the generals. He knew he had a long night ahead of him. Hahn was stubborn and set in his ways, and Sokka would need all of his diplomatic knowledge tonight. He only hoped Noelani would fare better. Sela was kind, but Noelani was rough around the edges and sheltered. Going from a small village to a global community was jarring, and Sokka knew from experience that it wasn't an easy transition. Once the shock of what she had been through wore off, he was afraid she would fall into the abyss, and he wasn't sure he could save her if she did.
Noelani walked silently, hoping Sela didn't notice how she lumbered in the clunky boots and heavy clothing.
"I trust your journey here was pleasant?" Sela was quiet, and gentle, gracefully ignoring Noelani's occasional stumbles
"As pleasant as riding on a sky bison can be," she retorted, "I'm grateful to be back on solid ground."
Sela laughed, a dainty musical sound that floated around them, "I can imagine, a young woman spending most of her life at sea must cherish time spent on solid ground."
"Ah, yes. One of the downsides of being a merchant's daughter. I have better sea legs than I do land legs."
Nodding, Sela motioned toward a small canoe docked at the wall's base, "I took the liberty to make a small something in the kitchen in your quarters. Not much, just a little something to warm you up."
Noelani nodded her thanks and drank in her surroundings. They had descended from the outer wall and made their way by canal canoe into the city. Tall ice structures towered over them, and Noelani gaped at the intricate waterways system that made up the ground level of the tiered city.
"This is amazing," she breathed, intrigued by the fog that came out of her mouth, "I've never experienced air this cold before!"
Sela laughed again, "I'm glad you're already enjoying yourself. Watch your step!"
They had traveled all through the city to the cliff's base, into which was carved a massive staircase with multiple landings.
"This staircase leads up to the palace, which is all the way at the top. These landings extend around the entire city. This second landing is where we reserve housing for visiting diplomats and councilmen. It's where your home will be located. Please, follow me."
Noelani scuttled after Sela, trying not to lose her footing on the slick surface. By the time they made it to the second landing, she was panting. A large fountain sat in the center of the wide landing, splitting the staircase in two as it wound up to the main palace grounds.
Sela led her away from the large landing, which was punctuated with a large fountain. The sound of trickling water was soothing. The further away they moved from the steps landing, the more city-like it became. A wall rose to protect them from slipping over the side, and carved into the cliff's side were various buildings and courtyards. When they reached halfway around, Senna turned down a small alleyway that opened into a quaint courtyard, decorated with pelts and ice sculptures. A small home was carved into the cliffside.
Opening the heavy wooden door, Sela beckoned Noelani in, and the latter was immediately accosted by the smell of something warm and spiced.
The small structure was cozy and warm. Thick pelts lined the floor, and a firepit was carved down into the center, a small vent in the ceiling provided a release for the smoke. Through an archway to the left, Sela led her to a small kitchen equipped with an open cooking fire and a stove box. From the kitchen was a carved set of steps that lead up to a small landing. Two more archways, covered with thick pelts, lead to two small bedrooms. Each room had a small fireplace carved into the wall. Noelani noted that their bags had miraculously appeared.
"Sela, this is beautiful!" Making her way back to the kitchen, she followed her nose to the small pot boiling away on the open fire, "and this smells amazing."
Sela served them each a mug of a warm, savory broth, "I thought you would be more comfortable eating supper here, rather than hiking up to the palace. I apologize for the meager accommodations; Hahn chose to wait until the last minute to figure out where you would be staying."
Noelani did her best not to choke on her food, "Meager? Sela, this is a beautiful home with more than enough space."
Sela looked shocked and then threw her head back, laughing, "You are very refreshing. I forget that you spent most of your life confined to a boat. I'm sorry if Hahn was cold to you. He and Sokka tend to disagree, and he pushed his negative emotions onto you."
Noelani nodded, concealing her face behind her mug. A brief sadness had washed over Sela, but before Noelani could register what exactly it was, it had disappeared.
Sela looked young, perhaps younger than she, yet her dark hair was streaked with white. Beautiful beading and hair ornaments decorated her carefully plaited style, a nod to her status as society's upper echelon.
Pushing herself away from the counter, Sela smiled and briefly hugged Noelani. She smelled like nutmeg and saltwater.
"Goodnight, Noelani. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. I will try to find a space for you and Sokka closer to the palace, but until then, please make yourself at home."
Noelani nodded and watched as Sela was escorted out by a young guard. Finally, alone, Noelani ducked into a small cubby beneath the counter and was rewarded with a bottle of liquor. Silently thanking the Spirits, she took several swigs and put the bottle back in its cubby. Her insides were beginning to warm, and she made a mental note to ask Sokka if wearing outdoor clothes inside was normal. The small fire in the entry room did little to warm the space, but it did provide a nice glow. In the corner stood a woven basket with extra pelt blankets. Grabbing the warmest looking one, Noelani snuggled down by the fire, content to wait for Sokka to return before she crawled off to bed. He couldn't waste all night in a strategy meeting, and she knew he would be tired when he returned. She didn't want him to walk into a cold, empty room.
It took all of Sokka's willpower not to slam Hahn's face into the table in front of them. They had been going in circles for what felt like hours about how to integrate Noelani's family into the Northern tribe, and Hahn had shot down every option Sokka came up with.
"Okay, Hahn, what do you suggest we do? Leave them on the ships in the bay?" Sokka rubbed his temple; he could feel the migraine beginning to take root.
"That's not a bad idea, considering they're not even my people." Hahn retorted, leaning back in his chair.
"They're my people, Hahn, my wife's people. I know we're behind closed doors, but please try to respect my wife?" Sokka made his way to the bar in the corner of the room and poured himself a generous wine glass. If the stubborn prick tortured him like this, he would pay with his most delicate liquor.
"Going back to the drink?" Hahn scoffed; it wasn't a secret that Sokka had struggled with alcohol in the past.
"I'm not a child anymore, Hahn. I've wrestled my demons. Besides, if I have to listen to your useless vitriol, the least you could do is let me have a drink to make it bearable." Sokka took a swig of his drink to make his point, "The council has already decided to harbor the displaced merchants; we just need to figure out housing. We have an entire polar ice cap, I think we can find some room."
"We can raise a row of homes in the lower ring; otherwise, our only other option is outside the walls. But, seeing as they are part of your incessant plot to expand our trade route, I would rather them closer to the bay."
Sokka breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew you would warm up to my first suggestion. There's more than enough room in the inner wall. I can scout out the area tomorrow and mark up where they can go."
Hahn grimaced, annoyed that Sokka had the confidence to mark up his territory, "Very well. I expect their ships to be in working order?"
Sokka smiled tightly and prayed silently that Katara and his father wouldn't run into any trouble that could damage the ships, "Good as new, Hahn. If you'll excuse me, Hahn, I would like to return to my wife. Sela mentioned a welcome banquet when the others arrive, we can talk more then."
Without waiting for a formal dismissal, Sokka walked out of Hahn's office. That man single-handedly made his blood boil by just existing, and if he didn't remove himself from the room soon, Noelani would have been a prisoner's wife.
The slap of the arctic air was a welcome refresher, and Sokka took a moment to survey his surroundings. The moon's glow lit up the burgeoning hub, and Sokka felt a swell of pride for his people. He had high hopes for the Northern tribe if only Hahn could see what he had.
Glancing up at the moon, Sokka smiled, "You lucked out, Yue. Hahn is a complete asshat."
A brisk wind ruffled his hair, and he closed his eyes, imagining Yue musing his hair instead. Descending to the second landing, he made his way toward the cottage Sela had secured for them. It was farther from the palace than the other council members' lodgings. Hahn really was that immature.
"I don't know what Sela sees in him, Yue. When she told me the proposal was her idea, I thought she had gone insane." Sokka spoke to the sky, enjoying the silence of the North Pole. Their cottage was far back, nestled behind a quiet courtyard. He could see the glow of the hearth fire from under the door.
Pushing through, his eyes adjusted quickly to the dimness, and he saw Noelani bundled up and asleep by the fire. He smiled to himself and removed his layers, neatly stacking them by the door before making his way over to her.
Sitting close to the ledge, he saw she had placed a mug down by the fire. Careful not to catch any of the flames, he snaked his hand down the shallow well and brought up the cup to his lips. He knew Sela's cooking anywhere and was grateful that Noelani had left him a mug to warm by the fire.
Leaning back on the pelt, he peered down at her and stifled a laugh. She had kept all of her clothing on, even her boots. He knew she would get used to the cold soon enough, but he couldn't help but find her childlike behavior endearing. Finishing off his drink, he returned the mug to the kitchen and made his way up the stairs. It would be easier for him to get the fires started before putting her to bed than after. Satisfied that the fire was fed enough to burn until morning, Sokka made his way back downstairs and scooped Noelani into his arms.
On his way to the bedroom, she turned and nestled her face into his neck's crook, gripping his anorak. Sokka froze, fearing he woke her up but was relieved to see she was still out cold. He smiled, fondly remembering how Katara would do the same exact thing when they were kids. Almost two years after their mother's death, they shared a bedroll, and Katara would attach herself to Sokka in her sleep.
As gracefully as possible, he lowered the sleeping woman onto her bedroll and disentangled her from himself. He was impressed she was such a hard sleeper. Yawning, he made his way to his room, grateful for having a warm place to sleep. He would be lying if he wasn't annoyed that Hahn had stuck them in the furthest diplomatic housing in the North Pole, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.
Zuko shared a haggard look with Hakoda and Hanu and took another welcome sip of tea. The three men had stayed up all night with Aang and Katara to evacuate the island and cover their tracks. Without the extra ship from Kyoshi, the cutter ships were at max capacity. It took all of the community's waterbenders to keep the boats above water and stable.
"It's settled then," Hakoda yawned, "Zuko, you will go with Iroh as planned while we continue north with everybody on board. From the Northern Tribe, Aang will procure a ship and begin his journey with the earthbenders to the air temples."
Hanu nodded, "Our biggest problem remains to pilot these ships safely. We're overcrowded and bound to stick out like a sore thumb."
"Bender made fog should give us enough cover," Katara cut in, "but we're going to have to work in shifts because we also need benders to keep the boats steady."
Before Hanu could respond, Haku tumbled into the room, "We've got company."
The room emptied as its occupants raced to the ship's deck to come face-to-face with Yao, standing aboard his own vessel, "How rude of you to assume your tiny little sailboats could outrun me."
Zuko's blood boiled, and red flooded his vision. He hadn't forgotten the sound of Noelani's screams as Yao tried to torture information out of her; he hadn't forgotten the smell of burned remains that still clung to Aang's clothing.
"Zuko," Katara's voice broke his stream of thought, her hand slipped into his with a hard squeeze, "Zuko, we're surrounded."
Looking around, he realized Yao must have gathered reinforcements. Four navy ships surrounded their three tiny vessels, Iroh's fleet was nowhere in sight.
"Stay with me, Katara." Zuko's voice was steady and calm, he knew Katara was a capable foe, but he would let hell freeze over before he would let her put herself in harm's way.
"I always said revenge is for the weak," Hanu's voice boomed across the deck, "But I'm also not about to look a gift horse in the mouth." A surge of water flew towards the Fire Nation ship, freezing into a deadly spike. It hit the metal hull with a force that Zuko felt in his bones.
"Zuko, send an emergency hawk to Iroh, we'll hold them at bay." Hakoda's tone was final.
Zuko turned to Katara, she was already widening her stance to take charge, "Stay alive out here, got it?"
Katara nodded, and he ran to Aang, who was already fixing to defend his corner while he urgently scrawled a message while blowing into his bison whistle. Zuko wasn't the praying kind, but as he watched his war hawk speed off the deck, he said a silent prayer. Yao fought to kill, and Zuko would need all of the divine intervention the universe had to offer to make it out of this alive.
Noelani was in love. Not only had Sela left her a fully stocked kitchen in terms of food, but she also had an adequate number of pots and pans to work with as well. The fragrant smells of home wrapped around her like a blanket, and she took a moment to savor it.
Sokka clambered into the kitchen, his tunic hanging from his waist and his hair disheveled. His skin was taut with cold, but he didn't seem to notice. He beelined right to the cooking fire and the pot sitting over it.
"Breakfast isn't ready yet, go get dressed!" Noelani stuttered, still unused to seeing her husband bare-chested and fresh out of bed.
"But it smells so good!" he whined, helping himself to the tea's fresh pot.
"Aren't you cold?" If her jaw could be on the ground, it would be. The man was standing in a hut made mostly of ice in nothing but a tunic and pants: no anorak, no boots, no gloves.
Sokka regarded her outfit, full outdoor gear plus gloves, and laughed. "You'll get used to the cold, I promise."
Scowling, she turned back to her simmering pot and did her best to ignore the half-naked man. They spent most of their journey alternating between swapping childhood stories and fast-schooling her to blend in. While she wouldn't necessarily call Sokka a stranger now, she certainly wasn't prepared to see him galavanting around half-dressed.
"Today is for relaxing," Sokka shrugged into his tunic and fastened it tightly, "I can show you around the markets if you want?"
"Chief tightass doesn't need you?" Noelani sipped her tea, concealing her smile as Sokka choked on his food at her stinging remark.
"Chief tightass doesn't need me until tomorrow. I'm actually supposed to scout out an area for housing for when Katara and my dad arrive." Sokka laughed, entertained by her observation of Hahn.
"Well, then I would love for you to show me around! Sela left this kitchen well stocked, but I would love to see what the market has fresh or dinner."
"Sounds like a plan, then! I'll help you clean up, and then we can head out."
Their little courtyard looked much larger in the daylight, the stark arctic sun reflecting off the ice and snow like a thousand sparkling lights. Noelani stood, transfixed at how ethereal and airy the land looked. The beauty of her surroundings was well worth the frigid temperatures.
"Are you going to stand in the courtyard all day, or are you going to follow me to the market?" Sokka leaned against the corner of their neighboring house, obviously entertained by her reaction to their surroundings.
"Funny. Lead the way, husband." She stumbled over to him, still unused to the bulky clothing.
Making their way back to the broad stairway, she was shocked to see that each landing was set up as a market with stalls and vendors, leading down to the ground tier at the inner harbor. She had never seen a three-tiered market before, and it was a sight to behold. Fish and produce stalls lined the ground tier while clothing, cookware, and other domestic stalls set up shop on the first and second landings. She recognized several Earth Nation ships docking at the harbor.
"Sokka, this is huge. I didn't realize the North was such a hub!" She stopped to examine some animal pelts on the second tier before stumbling after Sokka down to the first, where he was inspecting a fishing spear.
"You have no idea how much work I put into this," Sokka said, "Hahn fought tooth and nail to allow Earth Nation trading ships in."
"Well, it's obviously paid off! Wait, why are you buying a fishing spear when there's fish just down the stairs?"
Noelani chased after him as he descended to the main level, fishing spear in hand, "I like fishing. It's a very boring and mundane task that doesn't require deadlines, civility, or Hahn."
"Well okay then," Men, Noelani thought and grasped his arm to keep up. The man moved like a fish in water on the ice while she was slipping all over the place.
Her chest contracted, and she fought back the tears. She missed her island, the warm weather, missed her brother, and missed the lazy days of her secluded bubble. She missed being barefoot and running down to the ocean, and she missed her stall at the trading village, the girlish thrill of flirting with the other stall boys knowing Jiang was waiting for her at home. She could barely move in these clothes, let alone bend water. How could she bend when she couldn't even feel the earth beneath her feet?
A flurry of feathers pulled her from her pity party as a messenger hawk settled on Sokka's outstretched arm.
"From Haku?" Her spirits lifted, hopeful that the hawk carried a message from her brother, informing them that they were on their way to the Northern tribe.
"This looks like Zuko's hawk, so possibly!" Sokka unfurled the letter, but his expression quickly changed from amused to horrified, his tawny skin sallow.
"Sokka?" Noelani's heart clenched, what could possibly make him this afraid? "Sokka, what's going on."
"Yao intercepted them." Sokka's voice was devoid of emotion, but she could see the gears turning in his mind, trying to process what he had read. Feeling the bile rise in her stomach, Noelani snatched the letter. There's no way Yao caught up to them; this was just a cruel joke.
Sokka - Kyoshi Island was destroyed, Yao intercepted us. Sent hawk to Iroh. Aang calling Appa. Last known coordinates 56.9073° N, 178.1395° W
Zuko
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