A/N: Iroh does all the heavy lifting around there.
Disclaimer: Zuko is actually a lightning rod stuck in the body of a boy.
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Part Six: True Love
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Zuko leaned in close to the old stones and ashes, grinding some of the remnants of the campfire between his fingers. "We're getting closer," he muttered, a glimmer of hope in his voice.
Iroh was happy for Zuko, he supposed. After all, his only source of hope lately had been the prospect of capturing the Avatar. Still, Iroh doubted that they would get a warm reception back home, even with the Avatar.
"If we keep moving all night, we should be able to catch up with them in two days- maybe even a day and a half!" He was certainly getting excited about it.
Peaches trilled happily and started snuffling about in Zuko's hair.
"Peaches and I are very excited for you," Iroh told him, amused by how smitten the ostrich-horse was with his nephew.
"What about for yourself?" Zuko asked, looking a bit put off as he shooed Peaches away. "Don't you want to go home?"
"I have told you before, I don't think things will be that simple."
"You'll see," he muttered, heading in the direction the Avatar had traveled. "Once we capture the Avatar, things will start going our- oof!"
Iroh grimaced a bit as Zuko tripped over some upturned rock and fell flat on his face in the middle of his dramatic oration. "Are you alright?"
Peaches walked over and snorted worriedly.
"I'm fine!" Zuko snapped. He tried to push himself up, but was then hindered by Peaches sitting on him and chirping. "Get off, Peaches!"
Peaches preened.
"Uncle, help me!"
Iroh sighed, rolling up his sleeves. "I am coming, my nephew."
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