1Complete nonsense. I was bored, so I wrote this. A maybe drabble, maybe story, depends if I like it or kinda like it or hate it.
I like drabbles. They take up space. My homepage looks so empty.
Ok these are drabbles about our favorite uncle, who has a tenancy to follow ladies around drooling.
Inspired by music night in episode 19 I think it was... Winter, spring, summer an fall.. Four season, seasons of love..
Hehehe. Fun. First up, Gran- Gran.
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After the war was over, and Zuko happily sitting on the thrown, Iroh tossed his a cookie, put him in the playpen, and went world traveling. He wanted to see what it looked like, before it was turned to toast. He wasn't old enough, no really, he wasn't, to see the world in peace. He stared at the map on his chamber wall. He pondered were he would like to go. He thought back to his now historic saga to capture the Avatar, who now often dropped by for tea. The places he'd seen, they were lovely. Although, slightly browned.
So the Dragon of the West decided, he would retrace his steps, this time, without his neffew, who tended to have a slight anger problem. Globe trotting, in stile, for Iroh was a man of comfort. He decorated his provided ship with cushions, of the warm colored sort. For the thing all fire benders had in common is that they like to be warm. There was a teapot or two in every room. His cravings had subsided a bit, but on full moons he still had boughts of insane tea hunger... ahem... will note this latter.
-map pops out, follow the red dotted line-
Iroh and his crew (he had managed to find the crew from the Avatar near-fiasco) set out to the ocean were they had spent three long years of their life. But this time... there would be music night every night. They followed their old courde, well, without as many Avatar chasing detours, and found themselves, at the Southern Water Tribe.