The northern delegates seem surprised by their arrival. It has been nearly a century since a southerner attended the Northern Tribe's winter festival, even longer since a firebender last attended.
Tomorrow there will be time to linger on the significance of their presence. Tomorrow there can be talks of history and peace and the future. Tomorrow there will be time to answer the chief's questioning looks.
But tonight, they disembark hand-in-hand and join the crowds in the square. Zuko bows low and Katara laughs and pulls him back up.
Tonight, they dance in time with the lights in the sky.