ZW 2016 Day 1: Dragons
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Zuko trips on dragon fire.
Zuko must be tripping. The crazy Sun Warrior people have drugged him with things that would disqualify him from ever being Fire Lord if anyone ever found out (not that he's ever going to be Fire Lord anyway, at this point). There are living, breathing-fire-breathing-dragons dancing with him and surrounding him in rainbow fire. Never mind that the Avatar is here and they aren't trying to maim each other. He's still not used to that. The flames swirl pink and yellow around him, with shades of green and blue and purple slipping in and out of his vision, creating patterns and faces. He sees his uncle, a teacup to his lips. His mother is there, with turtleducks in her lap.
The thing that really makes him think this is some kind of prank, though, is Katara, her hair alive in the flames and whipping around her body, and she's holding his Blue Spirit mask against her chest. Her long hair is whipping around her, orange flames lighting her face and threatening to reach out and touch him. There's a flame in her hair and a pensive look on her face, but her eyes are as blue as he remembers and beads still hold her hair back.
It is all Zuko can do not to turn around and look at the Avatar, because he's pretty sure that if Aang is seeing this too, their tentative alliance is going to be burnt to a crisp.
He should have known this would blow up in his face. Everything always does.