Author's note: Today is December 23rd and RaeDyn Rae's birthday.
I want something fun and light to break up the story. None of this is script. Thank you for your support. 3 RaeDyn Rae and Lady Ryuka
Iroh sat up late one night, unable to think of anything, besides his unyielding love of tea. He sat at his desk, holding the sides of his head, thinking 'I shouldn't,' before putting pen to paper, and coming up with…
If tea were a woman, she'd be my woman
Fine, beautiful, majestic, and lovely
I thought and thought and thought
For a perfect subject
So I chose to write
About the object of my interest
A cup would be hot like her fervent eyes
Welcoming as her cute smile
Soothing as her sweet words
Calming as her delicate hands
Securing as her gentle hugs
Comforting as her fruity lips
Sipping the tea from a cup
Is like kissing her lips with a hug
I drank a cup of tea
Then two, then three
To open my mind
To let it think free
Life is like a cup of tea
To be filled to the brim and enjoyed with friends and poetry
And once he was done, he happily sighed, ate one of the fire cherry pastries that Zuko made, and thought this may be his new obsession. OR… Maybe not. Lol
Sokka sat up late one night, seething at the insults that he was collecting from all over. Everyone seemed to be better at throwing shade than he was. He took to scribbling across a scroll as the others slept.
You bring everyone so much joy when you leave the room.
Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
I'd like to help you out. Which way did you come in?
You have miles to go before you reach mediocre.
You just might be why the middle finger was invented in the first place.
When he awoke the next morning and looked over his list, he was so proud of what he came up with, but some of them made him cry. He couldn't use these on his sister or Aang. So he tossed his list of good comebacks into the river. He remembered something that his mother used to do, she wouldn't speak in rhyme, but rather in syllables. "What was the dang thing called again?" He thought out loud to himself. "A brain?" Katara shouted over to Sokka, "You could use one sometimes."
Sokka didn't let his sister's rudeness ruin his spirits this morning. Instead, he took to writing something completely different from what he wrote last night. A HAIKU…
1.
Life, a poisoning game
Like a wobbly drop of rain
Atop a flat leaf
2.
Powder pink buds bloom
Each branch dances in the wind
Touching a blue sky