A/N this is a drabble, and by every sense of the word. This is intended to be filled out in a somewhat cannon way. Please review to tell me if you like it :-)
The Blue Dragon
Doubt
"You're doubting my abilities yet again. I don't know how you manage to do that so often in so little time"
Zarra liked the training room. The fireproof maniquins, and Zuko's teachings helped her to become a lot stronger than before living at Ni's. Zuko and Zarra came to have a friendship, and she looked up to him as her grandfather as well. Not to mention that he could still hold his own in a firebending duel. One time it happened, how she quickly conteracted his firekick with a jump into the air, landing behind him.
Turning, she let out a breath of blue flame from her mouth, causing him to move back, and them ending the match.
At nights they spoke conversations of the city, the Avatar, and Yakone. They spoke of the past, sometimes skipping over parts unsaid, and learning of Azula's blue firebending. One night, Zuko spoke of his grandson, who Zarra grew interested in by how he talked fondly of him.
Iroh is named after my uncle. He is just like his namesake, strong, humble and loyal to his friends. He's a great leader, and he commands the first division of the United Forces.
How old is he?
Twentyfive. He's quite the accomplished firebender, if I say myself. The former Fire Lord chuckles to himself.
You taught him, I guess. Zarra grinned.
That's probably why he's so accomplished, and the youngest general in the United Forces.
Yes, you are very observant, Zarra.
But what about... your sister? I know that its a sore subject but is she-
alive? Yes she is, and she has grown to like Iroh, and is somewhat tolerant of me. Her prision is more accommodating.
And yes, Iroh is coming tomorrow.
Okay.
They continued to talk for a while, and then the day rolled past again, she practiced, and excelled. He never in the first place doubted her abilities, and never would so ever.
That evening the general arrived, casually striding into the dining hall. His hair was immaculte, and an aura of authority and power surrounded him. He was tall, and once he noticed his grandfather, he grinned.
Grandfather! They embraced, hugging the breath out of each other.
I am happy that you are back home, Iroh.
As am I.
Iroh stared at the young woman beside his grandfather, her silver eyes locked with his gold ones.
She bowed slightly.
General Iroh, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Zarra.
He smiled and kissed her hand, then standing.
Zarra, it is my pleasure to meet you.
And please, call me Iroh.
Zuko grew misty eyed staring at them, the memories rushing back to him, calmly he suggested,
Tea?
Yes please.