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The Element of Change
Chapter II
A Crown Unbalanced
The Fire Nation
[3 Years Post War]
Mid Afternoon
"That is precisely why our budget should be expanded toward our air and navy fleets! We require defense in case of any rebellions."
"But, at what cost? The Fire Nation has no need to capitalize on something that is not broken. It just adds more revenue for more military machinery. That is not where our focus should lie."
Firelord Zuko fought his ongoing headache during his afternoon meeting which was nearing its final hour. The day could not have dragged on more slowly and his patience towards the back and forth monologue was wearing thin. Golden eyes casted across the small council eyeing each political advisor within his throne room, all of whom seasoned in regards to their military and political pursuits.
"These raids are getting out of control. Ever since we've lost some of our Earth Kingdom territories, the talk of reparations to be given back from the Fire Nation has become more than just a rumor. People are beginning to take notice! We must not let this matter spread like wildfire."
"If we do not do something now, we are simply going to lose more and more territory and with that comes more problems and less resources. We need to keep the support of our people in those colonies."
"So you truly believe that the Fire Nation needs to be prepared? For what exactly?
"Another war, of course!"
"Enough."
The men who had been at it all month. Normally, he'd allow his advisors to voice concern on whatever was on their mind. It was something he would give grace for, as he felt everyone had something of value to add to the discussion. Things had been becoming heated and tensions had been rising, the last thing he needed was for anyone to put it into words what wasn't an option anymore now or never. Not after these last few years when he had to use everything in him to try and bring forth a new dynasty.
Needless to say, His Majesty was out of patience and needed to set the record straight.
The young ruler made his way towards where the advisors were seated, his robes following magnetically and grazing around his stature. Approaching the men, he took in the artistry stitched into the tiling of the tapestry. Careful strokes filled his mind with the places that he traveled to during his time in refuge. The young ruler locked eyes with those around him wanting to waste not a second more.
"The Fire Nation has had generations of destruction towards every civilization. It will take a lifetime before we are able to garner full complete trust as a nation to so many who we've taken from. Listen to me when I say that the topic of war is not to be entertained. War will never return to the Fire Nation for as long as I'm around. Not when there are more peaceful ways of negotiation."
Zuko narrowed his eyes to the nervous eyes of the shaken council members. Some advisors adhered, though there were others whose faces were impenetrable. He regarded the careful strokes beneath him. Kingdoms his nation took over and 'settled' into alongside cities, forests, and empty Air Temples who laid bare with only memory of their histories wiped away due to death and destruction.
"This is not a game, '' he went on, "This is not something to even laugh about. Wars cost money, and most importantly, lives and families. It taints each and everything it touches. It's not an option. Not now and not ever again."
Turning his back, the flames parted in each direction as the young lord made his way back to the throne where the fires rested.
"Now, unless you all have anything else to add on to where our budget should go towards, I'm willing to listen while there is still time."
Everyone around glanced at each other as if waiting for someone to speak up. One advisor who was a part of the counsel and recently named war general cleared his throat.
"Well, while I'd like to point out that our recruits are keeping up with their training very well in the event that we'd need them, I don't believe now is a time for a call of action. As the Firelord stated, there are always more proper and peaceful ways for negotiation. Which is why my soldiers are being trained in the art of conflict resolution through deescalation and negotiation tactics no matter their rank so they do not quickly resort to force."
Zuko regarded the man who went by the name of Shang thoughtfully with a nod in approval. Shang was a dedicated soldier who had come from a family of military accomplishments. His precision and leadership on the battlefield was admirable and his uncle had done a great job recommending the man for a promotion in rank. The general meant business, but was considerate and fair.
A scoff was heard from the man across from them. Chi, another council member, was of a highborn family with a pompous attitude to show. He was a very lanky man in stature and usually carried a board with a feather-pen in hand. He was a previous advisor under his father who was appointed timekeeper and seemed to know everything about everyone.
He whispered something under his breath as he pulled out his trusty feather before straightening his posture, returning with a sly smile. "Perhaps we could hear what our newly appointed has come up with at another session. It would be that we've run past our appointed time."
Zuko nodded and stood up.
"For now, no profits will go towards any machinery. We don't need a surplus of what we already have. Additionally, the rumored talk of reparations should remain just that- rumors. Until matter reaches my desk, it's not up for discussion. Right now, we need to discuss the matters of these rebels.
The council grew silent. The Firelord himself took a deep pause and thought carefully about his next few words.
"Many of the Earth colonies are wanting more of their land back as the Fire Nation has been inhabiting them for quite some time. We need to ensure both civilizations that they can develop a way to live in harmony to avoid any more revolts. We will start the bid on what our remaining revenue should go towards during our next meeting. Does that sound fair?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, though few appeared reluctant. This would have to go on another day at another time. As many began to exit the palace throne room in scattered rows, the Firelord rubbed his temples tiredly. These raids were definitely becoming an issue and he was running out of ideas. There was always something that needed to be done, something that came up and another thing that needed his attention. While he knew that being Firelord meant that he had to see that everyone's needs were taken care into consideration, he knew that he couldn't make everyone happy all at once. It was a fool's task. But, he had to keep the nation from destroying others and, ultimately, itself as a way to solve its problems. He had to choose the best course of action and sometimes it came with a cost.
Zuko's eyes became heavier as he fought the urge to nod off. He almost didn't see that one man had stayed behind. He straightened his posture, clearing his throat.
"Something on your mind, Councilman Sho?"
The older man rose to face the young lord who eyed him in return, "No, no. I was just on my way out." With that, he began to turn, but not before pausing. The man's face had curiosity written all over his features.
"I was wondering actually. Well, we all were wondering at court…what keeps our mighty young lord from taking the next step in our monarchy?"
"And what step might that be?"
"Meaning the act of taking on a suitor, my lord. A wife."
Zuko paused. A tense feeling grazed his chest.
The topic had been mentioned once or twice, but these past months have been filled with talk of rebels and rebellions from those who still wished for the previous ways. With the rumored talk of reparations on the rise, the young lord thought the topic of marriage wasn't even worth mentioning since there was quite a great deal he had himself to be concerned about. He literally had his hands full with the demands of the country.
"Earth and Fire are clashing and I want to take on these issues on the horizon before the talks of any suitors."
Councilman Sho was a man with cat-like yellow colored eyes. His face unreadable, his eyes doing all the talking. Peering into the young lord like a predator carefully carving out the flesh of its meal. The councilman didn't seem too pleased, but still held his composure, "These last few years the council has been very patient with His Majesty's wishes, yet we only wish to see the nation prosper. Without a wife or even an heir in place, these things tend to make the nation look a bit vulnerable."
"I will heed your words, councilman. But, for now, we have bigger things to worry about."
"Of course, your Majesty. Additionally, before I forget, if you do require any assistance in choosing a bride or if you desire a…. companion for the night, you are more than welcome to come to the Song Estates, just a short walk outside of the capital. It will give me great pleasure to assist you with any of your needs."
Zuko gaped, mouth ajar unsure of how to respond as the man had already gathered his few scrolls in hand before exiting the throne room.
All day long, blush colored petals had drifted throughout the outskirts of the palace. The sun not yet setting for at least another hour, yet still the Firelord yawned. An agonizingly long day was beginning to be put to rest and Zuko wanted nothing more than to do the same while he had the opportunity. The young lord wrapped a towel around his neck as he exited the training grounds as he had just finished a lengthy workout where he practiced his bending and turned a corner into the private section of the palace. Beads of sweat glistened across his brow and torso while the coolness of the indoor atmosphere put his chi to rest. Nodding to the guards standing outside of his chamber doors, they bowed allowing him to enter.
Taking his surroundings within his private quarters, his room held the demeanor of royalty and humility. Not too gaudy, and not too minimal. It was a perfect way for him to unwind from the stresses of the day and return to himself.
He edged towards the other side of his rooms where the wide opening of a balcony was. The sides of the large arched window held customary curtains complimentary from the colonies. He walked out into the refreshing air and patio which stretched out widely providing a view to the palace gardens and the Fire Nation's capital city. Tall cherry blossoms peaked over the gardens from where he had just finished training and blew in the wind spreading their petals every so often. Taking a deep breath in, Zuko felt himself come undone. Spring was always at its finest when it arrived at the Fire Nation and it gave the young lord time to reflect not only on his past, but the new beginnings that awaited.
The last three years had been challenging, on a different level than his days in banishment. In exile, his days were filled with survival, self loathing, confusion, and disappointment. He did hurtful things to the people he loved and those who loved him and it had cost him greatly. Not knowing where his next meal would be or where he'd be sleeping the next day kept him up at night along with struggling and fighting to find himself, he often failed over and over again.
Since choosing the path of honor, Zuko's days as the ruler of his country were long and had been filled with the never ending cycle of politics and rebuilding the destruction that the war had left. Calling off the war itself already held his reputation in an odd place. For the most part, many were in support of him; however, while wars cost money, they also helped to create it and the Fire Nation was no longer in the business of utilizing it to supply currency into their nation any longer. As a result, new measures of trade had to be put into place to maintain their budget. This, of course, was a double-edged sword. It called on some to despise him as their profits were no longer coming in from the war.
There was so much that needed to be done and it seemed like whenever he found a reasonable resolution, more issues would sprout in its place. So much had occurred in the last several years since the war had ended which was why his temper likely got the best of him today. He couldn't help how stressed he was beginning to feel lately. It wasn't like him to have outbursts like that anymore; however, as of lately, he had been skipping his meditations to attend meetings and take care of paperwork leaving his mind unclear and unfocused. While he knew he needed to get back on it, he needed to get war off his people's minds as a way to solve issues as they arose.
War had caused devastation that killed so many in the name of prosperity. It left no corner untouched. It caused children to grow up without their parents and parents to leave their children without their uninterrupted love and support. It crippled nations amd brought forth an unforgiving genocide, and even caused his own family destruction in its own way.
He needed to calm his temper so that more elders who despised his rule and regency would respect him. It was challenging enough being a young ruler at almost twenty years old with a past such as his. Yet, since then he had set a course for the light and while he made so many mistakes and would probably continue to do so, he knew he was on the right path not only for himself, but for his country and people. He would wash away the stain on his country's reputation and lead them into a path of peace, harmony, and prosperity. He knew he nor his ideas were popular in the last hundred years of his nation choosing destruction and division, but with faith and patience he was becoming the ruler this nation needed. He swore on his honor he would prove them all wrong.
Diplomats and their wives alike carried on through the halls as the sun began to set and several citizens and officials made their way throughout the city capitol. Already, his thoughts became enraptured with the opinions from earlier as he gazed from the balcony. The idea of carrying on his lineage. It wasn't even a thought that had even occurred to him and, while he was still so young, he wanted to hear nothing more of it. But, if his advisors were already talking, then word had already spread.
"There was always something." The young lord sighed bitterly, swearing under his breath.
The setting sun had enhanced the room with the sun's rays and the room took on a golden hue signaling the day coming to an end.
Making his way over to his separate bathing quarters, he smiled in gratitude at the warm rays peeking through the tall glass windows. He began running water for a bath in his tub that was almost like a very small porcelain pool. As he waited for the water to fill, he lit a few sticks of incense that gave off its own signature vapor. After pouring some oils in the water, he began stripping from his attire. Bringing his hand down into the tub, he warmed the water with his bending until it began to steam the room. With a deep inhale, he felt himself relax before stepping into the tub. The water soothing his sore muscles from his earlier endeavors.
Stretching his arms up high, Zuko felt his muscles crack into place before sinking his body lower into the steamy water. He sat in silence for a while doing nothing more but trying to silence his thoughts and taking slow, deep breaths. Exhaling deeply, a trail of steam left his nostrils and caused a ripple of bubbles throughout the tub adding another bout of moisture to the air. The silence and serenity created a wave of satisfaction that
eased peace into his tired mind without the call of duty afoot.
As the silence penetrated his mind, nagging thoughts swirled around his head. He missed his uncle. The one who had deemed him fit to rule in his absence and, while he was doing the best he could, he still missed his guidance when it was not around. Uncle Iroh had been off in the Earth Kingdom traveling and searching for new blends for his teas to introduce to his tea shop, The Jasmine Dragon, its popularity growing phenomenally. He'd been gone for a while and Zuko couldn't wait for him to return. It had grown quite empty without him around and loneliness plagued Zuko's spirit. He was just so busy and there was just too much to do. There was no one here to give him any companionship.
His thoughts were disturbed when he heard a small knock.
"Sorry, I had thought I'd find you here.''
Zuko glanced upwards towards the entrance of his bathing quarters to see his current girlfriend, Mai, standing by his arched doorway with an expression he couldn't read. Her face mildly tinted at the invasion of privacy. His longtime girlfriend stood regally, her raven hair was down her back with her bangs sweeping across her forehead. Her slanted eyes were deep pools of ink and she brought her hands in her sleeves hiding her porcelain skin. She was dressed in the finest robes the nation had to offer with the perfect stature and poise of a highborn socialite.
"Mai!" Zuko gaped at her from where he lay, "I thought your parents wanted you home for your brother's birthday celebration?"
"The celebration had ended early in the day so I didn't need to stay much longer. I thought it'd be alright that we'd be able to spend the weekend together sooner. I wanted to surprise you."
"Wow. This is...quite the surprise. I'm happy to see you."
"The kitchens have brought us both dinner. I thought maybe we could enjoy it together. Unless you maybe…wanted some company?"
"No, no. I'll get ready now then I'll come and join you. Could you pass me my towel?" He stood up, unwavered and exposed, "I'll be right out."
From the steam from the air to the water droplets that rained down his toned triceps and legs dripping back down into the tub, her dark eyes watched him with a glimmer and the heat from the room didn't help conceal the mild blush that tinted her ivory cheeks. Mai grabbed the towel bringing it over to him and sighed. She exited the bathing quarters and began to uncover and prepare both of their plates.
"I was able to press the attack on a few soldiers today, finally landing a move that I'd been practicing for some time."
"Interesting. How long have you been practicing?"
"A good while. Without my uncle here, I've been developing a few of my own moves. I can see a difference between the days where I have meditated versus the times where I haven't."
The raven-haired girl merely gave a nod before returning to her roasted duck. Zuko crinkled his brows together before taking a sip of his tea.
Embers sizzled and crackled from the wood burning along the fireplace. Its light bearing across the table from where the young couple ate together in silence. Zuko had changed into his robes and was halfway through his bowls of seared fish and vegetables while Mai sipped on her tea quietly. The roasted turtle-duck already halfway gone. A bitter taste swam through his stomach. Swallowing his unpleasant thoughts, he resumed his meal thankful that the cooks knew not to serve him what was a bitter reminder of what was better left unsaid.
"I hear the district has been doing well. More schools have been opening up and redistributing their history books to display a more fair reading of Fire Nation history."
"It would seem that way."
Zuko fought the urge to press on before admittedly sighing in defeat. Though he enjoyed the quality time he was having with Mai, the silence was bugging him. He sipped the last of his tea bitterly before reaching to pour himself another cup. He wanted to have a deeper, more engaging conversation.
The Firelord thought back to the comments that were brought forth to him earlier. Since the war, he and Mai had been together. They attended banquets, hosted celebrations, and she had been there for him when she needed to be. But, there was something nagging his spirit from within when the councilman made a pressing matter about his royal matters and the proximity of uniting his lineage. It was something that he wasn't planning on discussing with Mai. Mainly because of all of the pressures of what his job entailed and the idea of bringing forth a new Fire Lady was as furthest it could be from his mind. Simply said now simply wasn't the right time.
"I did have something to tell you, Zuko."
The Firelord looked up from his cup of tea, inclining his head, beckoning her to continue.
"My father said that he had requested a meeting with you."
Her monotone perked up the dreary atmosphere and Zuko leaned in with curiosity.
"A meeting? Did he say what it was about?"
"Yes, a meeting, but didn't bother filling me in with any details. He knows you're busy so he said if it's too much trouble, sometime next week will work as well."
"It must have slipped my mind. I'll send for him as soon as I can. It must be important."
The two finished their meal and Zuko called for the servants to take care of their plates. As soon as they exited, the only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the fireplace.
Mai was watching him with a look that he had recognized before. Zuko barely had time to respond before he felt lips pressed against his. He didn't move as she leaned in to peck him once more on the lips. Her hands that were usually one to be so nimble and agile with her steeled stiletto daggers were so hesitant as she placed them on his firm torso and fumbled with his robes and began to slide down his chest.
"Mai..."
"Zuko please, not again. I want to spend the night with you."
"I know Mai, it's really just that —
"Forget it! You're always busy with something." she exclaimed, and threw her hands up.
Zuko softened his angry gaze, and as she walked away, he reached out, turning her around to face him. He cupped her cheek and pressed his lips against hers. She gripped his robes in frustration pushing and swatting him back until he laced his fingers with hers. She succumbed to his touch. With a wave of his hand, he banished all flames in the room echoing the chamber with darkness. Zuko pressed against her, leaning her thin body towards his bed before descending on top of her.
It was still dark before sunrise when Zuko awoke, unable to find sleep. There was something on his mind. As he looked over where his current girlfriend lay, eyes closed lost in her own dreams and subconscious thoughts, a thousand questions circled his head.
Do give my regards to the Lady Mai, she is a lovely girl.
Tossing in and out of sleep for another hour or so, Zuko had felt himself become restless. He felt a stirring in his lower abdomen and felt the urge to relieve himself, in the way only he knew best. After one more quick look at his lover, his hand slowly descended into his trousers where he gave himself the release his body was missing.
The Firelord gave a nod to the guards as they opened the doors to his study. He waved his hand, lighting the candle on his desk where folders and scrolls lay waiting for his attention and quickly got to scanning the documents over the next hour examining the contents and giving his seal of approval where it was needed. Folding a few scrolls back up, another caught his eye. One with a strip of pale blue wrapped around it. He fought the urge to look at its contents when there was a knock at the door.
"Enter." Zuko beckoned.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." His doors opened to reveal a familiar face. Iroh entered his nephew's study with a few bags in tote. Zuko wasted no time greeting the old man in a warm embrace.
"Uncle! You're back?!"
"Remarkably, I wasn't expecting to be back earlier than I'd expected. But it would seem my shop is going just fine. Business has never been better."
He brought his uncle's bags towards his desk.
"What are these?"
"Try one. They're Zulu leaves, Hanaroot, and Manila berries. I brought you a couple of fruits as well to keep in your study."
"Thank you, Uncle. I can't tell you how happy I am that you're here." Zuko had popped a berry into his mouth, "I'm almost done here, then maybe we can go have lunch. I just have to finish responding to these letters and approve a couple of documents for our trades."
Glancing over at his nephew's desk, Iroh frowned at the condition it was left in. Stacks and stacks of papers and folders were piled high on one end. On the other, a few scrolls laid out. Letters were scattered around. The candle that was lit had already burned out.
"Why don't we step outside and get some refresh air and have a cup of calming jasmine tea. I added something special I want you to try."
Blossoms blew lightly through the air. The palace servants cleared the gardens for the arrival of the two relatives. Outside on the deck, there was the whistling of dragonflies and koi fish swimming nearby in the open ponds. The aroma of fire-lilies filled the air with abundance. Zuko had set two cushions on top of a mat for the two of them as his uncle prepared them both a cup of tea with his jade green tea set neatly presented atop of a bamboo handwoven tray.
"You are going to be so pleasantly surprised when you taste what I've been up to. I don't want to brag, but your uncle does make the best tea in the entire Fire Nation I'm convinced."
"I dunno…I hear the Fire Nation's HiroHano tea and juice shop appears to be stealing my attention as of lately."
A jolly laugh came out of the elderly man's throat, "Well I'm sure that this tea will capture your attention in a way you haven't experienced before. That or I'll have to get a new nephew."
The two chuckled as Iroh finished pouring and set the teapot down carefully and brought a tray over for the two, settling it between them with a couple of snacks from his journey.
Reaching for one of the treats, Zuko's eyes snapped up, heart dropping.
"Wait, Uncle. I'm sorry to interrupt. There was a meeting I had to get to today and we are-
"Nonsense, my dear nephew. You needed a break. I'm sure those politicians can wait out for some time. If not, I'll be sure to handle it myself."
Zuko leaned back into his chair, nothing but a whistle of wind was heard as the day was entering the afternoon hour. The two gazed on at the palace gardens watching the cherry blossoms blow gently. There was a sound of water being poured from a shishi-odoshi fountain handmade out of bamboo thumping as the water brought its contents down in a rhythmic motion.
Zuko closed his eyes and brought his cup of tea to his lips. Taking a breath, he inhaled the aroma and exhaled as a wave of calmness made its place in his mind and body.
"Ah…see Prince Zuko, a moment of silence is good for your mental well-being."
"...Hey wait. Don't you mean…"
"Oh, you are right. Excuse me. Firelord Zuko."
"It's alright, Uncle. For a second, it was a little nice to forget."
A warm smile stretched across Iroh's face and he inhaled the aroma of his tea and sipped, "If now is a good time to ask, please…fill me in on your days since we last spoke."
Zuko nodded and sat his cup down, "Of course. Only I do have a question first."
Iroh's eyes were closed with a smile, still he leaned in.
"Have you been able to find any leads? On my mother?"
Iroh's smile folded into a tight frown as he brought his brows together pondering over his next words.
"Unfortunately, Zuko. I haven't heard even a whisper of anybody that knows about your mother's whereabouts. But, that does not mean that she is not out there. I know this is not what you wanted to hear, but still we cannot abandon hope even though it feels like it is far away from us."
"What kind of father keeps such crucial information from his son?!" Zuko blinked at his uncle, "I just don't understand why. It shouldn't be taking this long!"
Zuko went silent and Iroh felt a wave of sympathy wash over him as he rested his hand on his beloved nephew's back in comfort. Zuko let out a deep sigh before shutting his eyes tightly and letting out a long breath.
"I'm sorry. I appreciate you for trying, Uncle."
"No need to apologize, my dear nephew. We will not stop trying. I promise we will see this through and the Lady Ursa will return to us one day. This I truly believe."
His father had not only caused devastation around the world and through his own country, but through his family and through his children as well. He had been locked away in the Fire Nation's most secluded prison and there were even some days where he felt like the punishment done wasn't fair enough. To this day, he had so much damage he had inherited from him that he had to fix and not to mention the giant hole in his spirit that was left from him losing his mother. It just wasn't fair, he hadn't spoken or seen his father in over a year. After speaking to him on a few separate occasions and getting absolutely nowhere, Zuko feared he had given up on finding his mother altogether and his resentment towards his father had flared. It just wasn't right to him why would his father keep such crucial information from him.
Iroh cleared his throat, "Sometimes in our darkest moments, hope is something we give ourselves. Look how far hope has gotten us. Even though you don't have all you wish for, things may never be perfect, but they are still prosperous."
"All I know is that I'll never stop trying to look for her. She has to be out there somewhere."
"We will find her. This I assure you. Now please, take another sip of your tea. I won't have you wasting our nation's finest hot leaf juice."
This lifted the young lord's spirit and they both shared a small chuckle as Iroh began to mention stories about his travels and mentioned to Zuko how he was camping near the woods of a nearby Earth Kingdom colony before he stumbled across some of the ingredients he found in a nearby forest.
"I am going to hire some gardeners to help us plant some of these fruits in this garden, that way you won't have to go far to get anything I've gathered."
"How much do you know about the rebels that have been rioting in the nearby Earth Kingdom colonies?
"It would seem that while there are many who are in favor of a future of peace, there are also some who maintain loyalty to the past. Where I was during this last month or so, I fortunately did not run into any of these rebels, but I could tell by the villages I visited, it's something that had caught the attention of some colonies.
"What do you mean?"
"Some mentioned that there are secret groups binded by earth and fire who are loyal to my brother because that's how they made their way of life. By establishing fear in the hearts of people, they were able to prey on their weakness and use it against them by making them pay them to keep them 'protected'.
"Just like one of the villages I crossed paths with while in exile." Zuko muttered, a burning feeling in his chest recalling the past
"Which means when they don't get their way, some of them launch attacks on these villages and the people must flee to protect themselves. It's unfortunate due to them having lived in these colonies for generations. The Earth Kingdom is heavy in population and while I know you have curated a change in our nation, I'm afraid these new refugees only know fear from the Fire Nation. That is how I was able to run across so many of them in the woods.
"And I bet you couldn't help but share a cup of tea with them", Zuko smirked.
"That would be correct." Iroh laughed.
Zuko pondered to himself in deep thought. It wasn't that long ago when he and his uncle were in the place of these people. Eating whatever they could find, trying to find shelter, and simply struggling to get by. Everyday there was always the fear of never knowing what to expect or how the day was going to turn out. The ongoing worry of not knowing where your next meal would come from or where you were going to sleep that night still haunted him. That aching fear still caused him stress even though that wasn't his life anymore. He knew the turmoil of what those people were facing.
"Maybe instead of leaving a burning impression wherever we go, maybe it's time for our nation to provide a warm welcome to those we've hurt in the past."
Iroh perked up, not understanding fully what his nephew was implying.
"I'll reach out to some of those in charge of our infrastructure and foreign affairs. I want anyone fleeing from these colonies to know if they need refuge or are seeking asylum that they are free to cross our borders for protection."
"I almost forgot.", Zuko swore under his breath, coughing a bit as some of his drink went down incorrectly, "There is something else I wanted to tell you."
"Something bothering you? Not such a bad thing I hope."
"No…", Zuko lied. "Well…"
"Well…", Iroh beckoned, "...then it's probably nothing. Go back to your tea, Zuko. You've only tried one, there are still two left for you to drink."
As Zuko went to pick up the next cup mixed with manila berry, Iroh watched him out of the corner of his eye. He watched as his nephew uncovered the lid and his nostrils filled with a foreign fruity aroma. After taking a sip and savoring its contents, Zuko positioned himself towards his uncle.
"I met with the council yesterday."
"Did you now?" Iroh couldn't help but ask, eyeing him intently.
"Yes, we spoke of some political and some very…personal matters we discussed. "
"Such as…"
"There apparently have been some rumors down at the courts. Word has been getting around about how I haven't been wed as of yet. Some of the councilmen have been pushing the matter."
"Aye…the council can be very pushy in these regards. But, it is only because they are used to tradition."
"Yes. They've been urging the situation and, to be honest, Uncle… I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."
There was a silence that passed by.
"Do you think she'll make a good Fire lady?"
Another bout of silence.
"Of course she will…"
"Hm…is something on your mind, nephew? You seem as though you are in more than one place?."
"I've been so stressed out, Uncle. The rebels are getting out of control. Every Nation has all eyes on us and are all wanting something from their pain and suffering and the council is up in arms about where our focus should be on. Now this talk of marriage and continuing the line? I can't keep everyone happy. If it's not one thing it's another!"
Iroh hated to see his nephew so stressed out about so many things when he knew he was only trying to do the right thing. Placing his tea cup down, he went over to where his bags and his teapot area was, pulling out a scroll of his own. It was rolled up and tied with a light blue ribbon let over from his weekly scroll service. He handed it to Zuko.
"I know you can handle everything on your own but that doesn't mean you have to. Perhaps, there is always someone else who is willing to help you."
Zuko creased his brows at the letter and pulled the ribbon from the scroll and unveiled its contents. Scanning through the letter, he saw at the top, the Southern Water Tribe insignia had made its mark.
"Perhaps it looks like our friends in the Southern Water Tribe will be willing to lend us a helping hand in this next season of peace and prosperity."
Katara…
Zuko…
I can't believe it's already been a few years since we've ended the war. I haven't seen you in so long…how are you?
I'm doing well. Sokka is still obsessed with food of course and training the young watertribe boys. It really makes me happy seeing him in his element. So much has changed since over here down South. Our Dad has a vision that allows everything to be running smoothly and everyone has been doing their part to keep everything safe and prosperous. It feels like a dream, I never thought that I'd see anything like it. Which reminds me, there's something exciting I have to tell you about.
I know we haven't spoken in quite some time, but I am writing to inform you of something really important. On behalf of the Southern Watertribe Council, they are hereby naming me ambassador of foreign affairs. I will be in charge of any ongoing and future endeavors our people will be a part of. My first visit will bring me to the Fire Nation in the next two weeks. I'll be spending a few weeks out there to go over with you some measures of trade and negotiations.
I'm really happy to see what you've been up to. I'm sure a lot of things have changed around the Fire Nation. I look forward to seeing you again.
P.S Attached below is an invitation to an upcoming event with our Tribe that I hope you and Iroh will consider attending. We'll talk more soon.
The water maiden reread the last of the scroll and secured the neatly embellished invitation inside. Each invite was written in blue-black ink announcing the event of the season. Katara had finished wrapping the last blue ribbon around the last of the scrolls that were ready to be sent out as invitations. Surely the Firelord could find some time away from his busy desk for a bit of leisure.
"That's the last of them, Gran-Gran!"
Kanna stood regally. Her aged features wore a touch of mischief as she stood in her deep lavender hooded hand-woven robe, her snow-white locks in a bun with a few strands left out. Her pale blue eyes pondered fondly at her eldest granddaughter while she held a warmed drink in her hands.
"Perfect, child. We'll have them sent out tonight. This will give us more time to prepare for everyone's arrival."
"You don't think the elders will be too upset that we're inviting a few extras, no?"
"Please, child. This is the event of the season. Even if they do complain, they don't have much to complain about. There will be so much food and festivity to go around, they'll be mad if we don't have additional attendees."
"I'm sure our sister tribe may have something to say." Katara smiled coyly at the shameless matriarch of her family.
"I'll be sure to knock some sense into those old dogs if Pakku doesn't." Kanna scoffed while sipping her drink, "They are so rigid and fussy to tradition, if they want to complain then they are more than willing to host one on their land."
"Will the Lotus Moon season last long this year? Like, longer than a month?" Katara asked, placing all of the invitations in a wicker chest. She closed the box shut and safely tied the wrapping around it.
"Perhaps it might, perhaps it might not…" Kanna admitted, "Each time, it is different. We're catching the beginning of it now, but I hear based on our people from the North who are in charge of calculating the stars that it may be short. Though, they could be wrong. Either way, with so many here to celebrate, everything will turn out right."
Katara placed the chest in a closet nearby and locked it. With a small squeal, she bounced happily like a child, "I know! I can't believe we get to have a festival at the end of the season. I thought it'd be foolish not to invite some of our friends to share this moment with us. I literally can't wait."
The elderly woman chuckled warmly at the sight of her enthusiastic grandchild, "Even though we reside in an icy tundra environment, we'll be sure to give them all a warm welcome. You know us tribes are not only known for our community, but our hospitality as well. I think it's a generous and thoughtful thing you do, inviting others to celebrate with us. "
Katara glanced over to the tables where an assortment of hair beads were already braided down and ready to add to hair. Near them were an assortment of bracelets some of the younger girls had made with special ornaments. Gazing over at her grandmother her heart swelled, "How big was the last one? Was it held in the North, or here?"
"Here. It was moderate, but intimate and special. The tapestries were woven with much care and held our tribe's symbols. The ocean spirit is where we look to for guidance, while the North looks to the moon. Blessed be to Yue…it's a shame what happened to her spirit."
"Yes." Katara agreed with a heavy heart, "Yue will forever be missed."
"I know you mentioned to me that her and your brother were close, were they not?"
"Sokka tries to deny it, but I know a part of him will always miss her. Sometimes I catch him staring off at the moon when he doesn't see me looking. I don't think he ever got over what happened to her."
"Your brother is very protective over the women in his life since losing his mother. That's why I love that you both watch over each other. You must continue to no matter how the world gets. You are brother and sister for life. You must always nurture that bond."
Katara smiled warmly at her grandmother. She knew her and her brother both so well and had taken on a maternal responsibility to them early on. Katara had nothing but respect for her Gran-Gran.
"And the jewelry! My child, I almost forgot to mention that at the last festival the trinkets were so beautiful. All customized and hand-made by some of the women much like the ones on that table beside you. Take a look."
She gestured over to the low tables layered with different designs and beaded accessories with radiant shine over the jewels discovered from some of the fishermen. Katara gazed upon all of the objects from the beaded hair charms to the crystalized bracelets and necklaces. She peered closely at the carvings and symbols of water, fish, and moon elements. Picking up one, her eyes widened in realization.
"Wait, Gran-Gran, are some of these…"
"Betrothal necklaces. Yes."
Katara reached for her mothers necklace clasped tightly around her neck. A piece of her mother and her spirit. A piece of her love when she chose her father to be with her until her last day. The emotion bubbling in her chest. It was her mother that kept her grounded, hopeful even. She prayed to La that her spirit would be present on the anniversary of her engagement.
The blue eyed woman frowned, and her brows followed. "But, I thought that the tradition of keeping a betrothal necklace was traditionally held only in the North. Here, we are allowed to choose our spouses, right?"
Gran-Gran sat down on the couches with her robes following. "We have never supported the idea of arranged marriages in the South. But, the Lotus is so rare that when the time does come, some may choose to independently propose during this season."
Where fear left her spirit, it was soon replaced with the feeling of relief and even a bit of pride. It was not lost on her of how her grandmother got her start in the South. Fleeing the North for this very reason. Believing that no matter the law, she should have the right to choose who she loves and who she wants to be with. It was something she felt strongly about.
Peering closer, Katara tried some of the hand woven crystal beaded bracelets on her wrist and held her arm out admiring the piece.
Kanna regarded her granddaughter thoughtfully and went to sit on the sofa with the assortment of throw pillows and custom designs, "Our Tribe has come a long way and we are still growing. I never thought I'd see another Lotus season, but I'm grateful for more of life's surprises."
"Maybe if we're lucky Sokka will propose to Suki."
"What's that, child?"
"Oh, nothing." Katara took off the band and placed it back on the table neatly. A chatter was heard nearby.
Kanna had started to get up from the couch, placing her drink on the nearby end table. "That must be the men. I should go and greet them."
"No! Gran-Gran, tell me more. I want to hear about everything. What else happened? Did you have lots of friends? Was there any waterbending that happened? Come on, tell me."
Sitting back down, she huffed. "Ah fine, child. My poor knees aren't what they used to be anyway." Katara resisted the urge to cackle at the woman, hiding her face.
The woman hummed in recollection, thoughts of short intimate days and music and festivities filled her mind, "The women wore many different types of body paint and custom woven designs symbolizing their family homes and the things they liked…", Kanna continued staring off into the distance, "...The men would do a celebratory chant and dance for the blessing of Tui and La over the next hunting season and the feast would last for days. Vendors would sell their crafts and the Tribe leaders would bless our Nation and pray for fertility and good luck. It was a time to give love to one another and appreciate the newness of the year and each other."
"So, that's why Dad must've chosen that time to propose."
The lady eyed her granddaughter with a hint of amusement in her eyes, "Something tells me Sokka told you this tale, hm?"
"He didn't lie, did he?"
Kanna smiled, "No. No, he didn't. He announced in front of the whole Tribe in fact. Your mother was filled with so much joy that when he presented her the necklace on one knee, she wasn't even concerned about the necklace itself. She just got down and fell into his arms, embracing him.
Tears welled in Katara's eyes as she reached for her mother's necklace once more. Her grandmother walked over and pulled her into an embrace.
"I know you miss your mother, dear." she went on, "...and I know it hurts more and more each day that she isn't around. But, she gave the last of what she had to ensure that you and your brother would grow up safe and happy and that is what you must do. Don't waste your tears on her, child. You will see her again one day and she will be overwhelmed with joy to learn that her children took part in ending the war that cost her life. I urge you…celebrate this season. Celebrate for her in the same way she did."
Tears began to spill over the girl's mocha complexion and Katara hugged her grandmother tighter, " I will Gran-Gran, I will."
"Hey, has anyone seen my sister?" a voice called out.
"We're in here, Sokka!"
Sokka walked in with a toothpick picking his teeth, "Have you guys ever tried smoked whale? I gotta tell ya', best thing I've tasted in a while." He flung the stick to the side.
"Boy, pick that up! The invitations are over in the closet." Kanna pointed to the other side of the room, " Don't forget to take them over to the docks now before the boats leave."
"Let's make it sharp!" Pakku walked in patting Sokka on his back roughly as knelt down to pick up the parcel, " The quicker we get them out, the sooner it gives us time to prepare." He went over and pecked his wife on the cheek, "And, I do believe some of the council wish to speak with you about your upcoming trip to the Fire Nation, young lady. Your father and I will be waiting for you."
"Wait!" Katara exclaimed, as she went to the chest and opened it pulling out an assortment of scrolls tossing one after another.
Sokka huffed and crossed his arms, "Come on really, sis? We gotta hurry and get these things sent out."
"It's for Zuko."
"Zuko?"
The two men shared a look.
"Yes, I wanted to personally send him a message of my own before my trip. We haven't spoken in a while. I don't want to just show up unannounced."
"Why are you taking it out? Just leave it." Sokka told her, "It'll be sent off with the rest of the invitations."
"This one has to be sent out sooner than later." Katara shot him a look, "I need to make sure a snow raven sends this out rather than the docks. It'll be faster, dodo bird." Sokka scrunched his face and pretended to deck his sister who swatted at him in return. Both missed each other entirely.
"And how is that Fire Nation boy?" Gran-Gran asked, eyeing her granddaughter , "Are you sure he's changed now since he became Forelord? I don't want him here if he's going to cause any problems."
"Honestly, Gran-Gran, he's changed so much." Katara confessed, her ocean eyes lost in recollection regarding the past, "He's changed a lot."
Memories of the young exiled prince asking to join their group seemed like only yesterday. With that alone, she wasn't ready or able to forgive him so easily. But, when he agreed to join her in confronting her mother's murderer, she saw him in a new light. While her brother and Aang preached forgiveness, Zuko was the only one that allowed her to express her difficult emotions as freely as she liked. She had respected him for it. He never judged her. He even risked his life for her against his crazy sister. He had really proved himself.
What was he like now?
She couldn't say, but she would be lying if she said that she wasn't curious to find out.
One thing that was for certain was that Zuko deciding to help her be able to face her mother's murderer was a pivotal moment in her life. Not to mention saving the world with the banished son of the ex-Firelord. As the trip came closer, she found her chest was fluttering with anticipation. Inviting Zuko to her tribe ws something unheard of and had never happened in their tribe's history. Katara believed it would mark an important moment for her tribe and the Fire Nation given their unique past. She might face opposition, but change was necessary.
Pakku appeared to be lost in thought, his face unreadable. Katara tried not to notice as she found the scroll and placed it to the side. Pakku cleared his throat, " Inviting over a political leader from another nation is something that would have to be taken up with your father. Be sure to speak with him about it. Many of our tribe have a tense history with the Fire Nation and may feel a bit…uneasy with the Firelord on our lands. This is foreign in concept."
"Meaning what exactly?" Katara asked aloud.
"It's never been done." Pakku finished, " The Firelord has never stepped foot on our lands in any time in history."
Katara sighed and bit her lip, knowing that this might be a reach, but she had to convince them that this would be good for them and their tribe. A new beginning. A new era. She took the scroll and placed it securely around her waist, smiling at her work. She hurriedly replaced all of the remaining scrolls inside of the chest.
"Zuko is not like past Firelords who only wanted to cause death and destruction. He's different and he's our friend. Inviting him here will turn over a new leaf for us and our community. It is the first step in healing the damage done in the past by bringing us closer to the Fire Nation instead of further apart."
"Well now that you mention it, that does make a lotta' sense." Sokka turned to Pakku, "We need to mend these bridges if we ever hope to fix things. And, hey, it's just an invite. If Zuko is able to come we'll be sure to inform the people about it so there aren't any surprises."
At that Pakku's blank expression transformed into a more thoughtful one. "I'll still have to give word to our elders that this invitation is being sent out, but other than that. Maybe we could dig a little deeper.
Sokka leaned on one leg, arms crossed regarding the man, "Maybe host the Earth Kingdom too?"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Right now, let's get these sent out and we'll discuss more later."
"Please, do!" Kanna exclaimed, shooing them all out. "All I know is that you all better hurry before the boats leave. Now go, hurry!"
Katara had finished rewrapping the chest and locked it before nodding to Pakku who signaled her brother to pick it up, placing it over his shoulders. The two headed for the door and she hurriedly got up to follow them grabbing her blue lavender parka and slipping on her gloves.
"Katara, before you go…"
"Yeah, Gran-Gran?"
"Here." The older woman dropped a few coins into the girl's hands. "A girl, Ke'anna. She goes by Keke. She's about your age."
The girl blinked up at her.
"She designed some of the jewelry you saw. On the way back, could you bring me what I requested from her and pay her for me? I'll be with some of the other elder women for a while, but I don't know how long."
"Sure." She dropped the coins in her pocket. "I'll head out to Dad and the others now."
"We'll be back too, see ya' later." Sokka held two oversized boxes up on each arm while Pakku held the tarp open for him to walk through and followed behind.
"Remember what I said, " Pakku told her, "Don't be late."
The water maiden headed out into the mid daylight and breathed in the fresh outside air. The snow was falling lightly around and the skies were a pale blue. She checked to make sure the scroll was neatly tucked by her side and tied it tighter inside of her satchel. She made her way down the icy marble steps with her long braid swishing behind her. Minutes later she found herself in front of the large tented structure making her way inside. There were a few council and war rooms inside along with access to the mailing room where a few snow ravens were locked in their cages. Katara reached for her braid pushing behind her as she peeked inside. It was unusually quiet. After inspecting a few of the council rooms. She frowned upon her discovery. Nobody was there.
"Hm..that's funny." she spoke aloud, "Maybe they're not here yet…Hello?"
Silence.
"In that case, I guess I could go do what Gran-Gran asked me to do." Katara reached down in her pocket and pulled out the few coins examining them before placing them back and heading out. After asking a couple of ladies around the tribe, Katara had made a couple of turns and came across a small igloo home with an intricate design woven into the tapestry on the door. There were a few tapestries hanging up outdoors and one on the ground where she stood.
"Hello?"
She got no response.
"Hello, I'm looking for someone that goes by Ke'anna?"
Again, nothing.
Katara looked up at the clouds that decorated the midday sky, indicating that sunset was not for a while. She checked and made sure the coins were still in her pockets. Peering around, she could see a small box that was used for mail. She went to place the coins there, but paused.
I still need to get what Gran-Gran asked for.
There was a melody playing nearby. She could hear it faintly. Drums of some sort with a harmonic sound. She stepped back and brought her gaze towards the top of the home and could see smoke coming out of the chimney.
She was home. Or, at least, somebody was home.
Katara herself wasn't one to trespass, but this seemed like an exception.
"Plus, I want to see who has been crafting the jewelry. Maybe she won't mind me purchasing some from her."
She took a deep breath and pulled back the flap on the door and entered.
The scent of incense burned around and the water maiden was met with a small, intimate environment. It was warm, candles were lit and there was a fireplace that burned on the other side of the room. There was an assortment of beads and crafts on a small table. The air was perfumed. All of which was enhanced by the girl she saw. Dark skin and dark thick locks decorated with beads danced across the middle of her back. She wore a long deep indigo skirt that caressed the curves of her generous hips. Waist beads were wrapped around her navel with a small belly ring for an added touch. Her bindings were wrapped around her chest underneath her halter top. She was lost in a trance as she moved her body in a sensual rhythm. Her arms caressed her own body all the way up her chest and through her locs. Her hips swayed hypnotically, reminding Katara of the waves of the ocean. Katara felt flushed. Her cheeks were tinted pink and she felt an unfamiliar feeling in her lower regions.
The girl spun around and turned and before she could catch herself, the two had made eye contact.
"Shit!", the girl swore aloud.
Katara gasped, "Wait! I'm sorry! I-I'm I was looking for a girl named Ke'anna, or Keke was it? I think I might have the wrong house. I'm Katara. My Gran-Gran sent me here to pick up something."
"What?!" The girl grabbed her chest to catch her breath, " Oh, my dear. You scared me, that's all. You're in the right place. That's me. I'm Ke'anna. But, I go by Keke back where I'm from."
"Where you're from? Wait, are you not from the Southern Water Tribe are you?"
Keke beamed and stood tall, "I am now. I moved here from the North."
Katara regarded the girl in awe. Her mocha complexion was a bit darker than hers. And her hair was thicker than hers, yet still her blue eyes shined. This girl was definitely watertribe.
"I..well… I just wanted to stay–I mean say–
"Stay! Really. Here, let me pour you something." Keke went over to a low end table and pulled out a couple of glasses near what looked to be a blue sapphire colored teapot with gold trimming. "You must have had a long day. Your grandmother told me a lot about you and how busy you are around the tribe. I think it's great that you take care of her. Especially after saving the world and all. How long has it been again?"
Before Katara could speak, she handed the glass of warm liquid over to her and gestured to the cushions stacked neatly nearby and the two sat down on the pillows near the fireplace.
"A little over three years." Katara admitted dryly.
"You must be cold, let me grab you a blanket." Keke reached behind her and casually grabbed a knitted shawl-like blanket and tossed it over to Katara who wrapped the comforter around her.
"Wow, you're very kind to invite me in…especially since I kinda waltzed right in like I owned the place." Katara adjusted her braid and got comfortable on the wide cushion, pulling off her parka and setting it aside, folding her legs more comfortably beside her.
"Your Gran's been kind to my family. I've been crafting for a while now. It gets my mind off things." Keke said, pulling out a wooden box with a glass circular top. "Here's your grandma's stuff. I made her a few scarves."
Taking the box from her hands, Katara noticed that the scarfs were made with silks to be used for bedtime. It kept many of the wake up processes with hair easier. After Katara pulled out the coins, she handed a few extra to Ke'anna who grinned and went to store it. The water tribe girl took a sip of her drink and her eyes lit up immediately.
"Moonberry tea?!"
"Do you like it?" Keke called out, her back turned.
"It was my favorite back when I was little. Our dad used to make it for me and my brother."
Keke raised her brows walking back over to sit down, "Your dad, he's the Chieftain right? Oh, where are my manners?" She stood up and pulled her skirt to the side in a low curtsey, "Your highness. Thank you for allowing me to have you in my home. It's a pleasure, really. "
"Your highness?" Katara blinked, "No, no. You don't have to do all that. Here, I'm just Katara."
Keke appeared dumbfounded, "Seriously?"
"Seriously." Katara confirmed, " That's all Northern stuff. Down here, things are pretty chill. No pun intended."
Keke plopped back down on a pillow, her long skirt making a home of its own spread out elegantly around her. "Whew, that's a relief. Each day I find out something new."
"So, you know me. Tell me about you, Ke'anna. There's not a lot of girls my age here that I get to talk to."
"Well, I was born up North…"
The girls chatted over the next hour. Katara layed on her side with her arm propped up, settling into the fluffed up pillows and held her glass out as Keke poured her another glass of moonberry. Keke had a keen way of telling stories and Katara stuck to every last word she said.
"...and with that…I started making jewelry. There's something special about adding charms to your body. It makes me feel…I don't know…more womanly. You should try one sometime."
"Well, it definitely is beautiful. But, I don't know. I've never had anything pierced or wrapped around me aside from my bindings. What all are there?"
"I've been learning from some of the women here about what a lot of things stand for. There's piercings, for one. Piercings can mean many different things depending on where they're placed. The waist beads I'm wearing for example symbolize beauty, maturity, femininity, and sexuality."
A red tint rose to the waterbenders cheeks and she nearly choked on her drink.
"Sexuality?"
"Yeah, gives you a bit of power, y'know? My aunt has been teaching me all this stuff, she's the expert around the tribe. Ever want to tap into your essence as a woman or if you need a bit of guidance, talk to her. I used to be very shy. I still am, a little, but the freedom to express myself wasn't so accepted in the North so I stayed to myself for a long time. I just got this done a few weeks ago so I'm pretty new, too. That's one of the reasons me and my family came here to be free of judgment."
"Well, you won't find much judgment here, that's for sure. It's one of the things I admire about our homelands." Katara put her hands by the fire to warm them, "Your aunt sounds like an amazing woman. I wouldn't mind meeting her. All of everything you're saying sounds so new to me."
"Don't be modest, I'm still learning, too." Keke told her, " Nobody teaches you about what it means to be a woman. How beautiful and mighty it can be. They don't want us to know what we're capable of. So, for years I hid parts of myself. I saw the way the North treated my aunt. Like she was wicked for teaching girls about their bodies and blessing them with charms. They even called her a witch. They tell you to stay silent, cook, clean, and mind the children. But, we are so much more."
At that, Katara beamed with pride. Walking into this girl's tent had been a much needed getaway. She felt as though she entered a hidden oasis hosted by a lovely girl filled with knowledge on things she never really discussed with, well, anyone.
"I'm sorry about what happened in the North. I know they're very traditional, but to call your aunt a witch is pretty extreme. I'm sure you learned a lot from your aunt. I'd love to meet her. "
"She's all I have. My father died in the war and my mother…well I don't like to talk about her much."
"I completely understand." Katara went on, " I lost my mother at a young age so the subject is a very sore one for me." Keke gave her a comforting smile and they both sat and listened to the embers from the fireplace sizzle and crackle both lost in their own memories.
"What about you?" Keke beckoned, clearing the silence. "Tell me about your friends. It must be cool having friends from every nation."
"I do have friends in every nation. Now that I think about it." Katara perked up, crossing her legs together and wrapping the blanket around her tighter, "There's Toph and Suki who are from the Earth Kingdom and the Avatar, Aang. He and I are really close. He should be here soon along with Suki. I'll be sure to introduce you."
"That's right! Aang, right? You're the Avatar's girlfriend."
Katara half-smiled, for some reason the thought had occurred to her gave an odd feeling in her chest. One she tried to ignore. Taking another last sip of her drink, she sat the empty glass down.
"Yes, Aang and I are a couple."
"Sweet! It must be great being the Avatar's girlfriend."
"Yes, it is. It's a lot more than I tell others. Aang and I are happy. I've been with him since we ended the war. Leaving everything and everyone I loved to embark on what would be the adventure of my life and helping the Avatar restore balance, it's been truly remarkable."
"I don't think you get enough credit." Keke said matter-of-factly, her deep gaze fell upon her. "You're a big deal."
"Oh please," Katara giggled, she shrugged and brought her long thick braid in front of her, " I only did my part. We all did. It was a group effort."
"Oh, I'm sure it was. Teaching the Avatar waterbending is no small thing. You played a heavy part in ending the war. You're more than just the Avatar's girlfriend. You're a hero, Katara."
"Hero... You know what, " Katara raised her brows, her wide eyes pondering the fires. "You're right. I think I should give myself a little more credit. I'll be sure to mention that when I go see the Firelord. Did I tell you about him? Our friend in the Fire Nation?"
Keke blinked at her from her resting position on her belly, both arms under her chin, her legs raised and folded back behind her, "You don't mean the ex-Prince, do you?"
"Funny, that's what Gran-Gran said to me earlier. But, I promise you we doubted him at first too, but he's really come a long way and we couldn't have ended the war without him. He was even willing to teach Aang firebending."
Keke regarded her and thought to herself nodding, "Well, I guess I can't argue with that. Rumors do say though that the Firelord is an eligible bachelor."
"Is he now?" Katara pondered to herself, gazing down at her empty glass. Last she'd heard, Zuko and Mai had been together for the longest unless something had changed.
"That's what I hear. In the North, if another person is not your betrothed, you might as well be single. Maybe if what you're saying is true…I might just have a chance at becoming Fire Lady."
The two shared a laugh and Keke took both of their glasses and placed them on a table nearby.
"I'll introduce you to Aang. I'm sure he and Suki will be happy to meet you. Aang may ask you to go penguin sledding, but you don't have to. It is really fun, though."
"When will they be here?"
"Soon, they sent us a letter about the weather conditions so once the storm clears, they will be here. You're gonna love Appa and Momo."
"Aang sounds like a lot of fun. It must be great being in a relationship. As you can see, I am still single."
"It has its ups and downs. We had a little fight a while ago, but it's nothing we can't resolve like we always do. Couples fight sometimes."
"Would you want to get married to him one day?" Keke couldn't help but ask.
A tender feeling grazed her chest. Would she want to be married one day? Of course she would. But, not anytime soon. She knew she wanted children, yet the idea of being a wife sounded peculiar to her. She felt as though there was still so much to still do. Becoming ambassador seemed like an opening to new opportunities and she wanted to take advantage while there was still time.
"Since the war, I've been content. I keep up with Gran-Gran and the elders around here. It gives me a sense of community,I take care of my family and my village and I wouldn't have it any other way. But, I'd be lying to you if I didn't mention that the thirst for adventure isn't still there. "
Keke nodded and took a sip of her drink, then eyed her with curiosity, "Is that what made you become an ambassador?"
"I want to do my part. If anyone is going to mend the bridges between our Tribe as well as the North and the rest of the world, then I want to be there when it does. Oh wait!-
Katara checked around for her small satchel and reached in to grab the scroll addressed to the Fire Nation with the watertribe insignia sealed around its contents. She checked the window where sunset was on the horizon, "I almost forgot, I have something that needs to be sent out!"
She went to pick up her grandmother's gift and placed it in her pouch. "I need to get there before the sun goes down and the snow ravens go to sleep."
Keke smiled up at her from her sitting position, "I appreciate you coming by, we have to do this again sometime."
"You've been more than hospitable, thank you." Katara told her, "Actually, maybe you could meet my father if you're not busy with anything. I'd love some company. Care to come with me, Keke?"
Keke giggled and rose up in a mock curtsey one hand holding the tip of her skirt, "As you wish, Katara"
The two headed out past the palace-like structure the family resided in and made their way across the horizon over to the small council structure. Children raced by holding tiny toys and several families were beginning to light the lamps. The arctic sun was hiding behind the clouds and coloring the skies with the bright rays indicating the sunset was coming.
Katara held the door open for Keke and the two entered and headed inside. Heading around every other cornered intersection, the water maiden had forgotten how big some of these structures really were. Entering the back room, the chest full of invitations were already wrapped and waiting for the sailors from the docks to grab them and send them off. To the side, there were a few snow ravens, some with smooth ivory and some with deep ebony colored wings peering at the two with curiosity, cocking their feathery heads to the side and chirping at the window seal. Katara held out her arm and one gracefully landed near her shoulder. She muzzled the medium sized fowl before attaching her scroll onto the back of its wings and brought it over to the western window where mail being sent to the western hemisphere was sent out. The other ravens chirped at her as she waved the raven away and it took off in the snowy skies headed for the Fire Nation.
Katara made note of the interaction in one of the logbooks before setting it aside and swatting her hands together, cleaning them off. "And, there you have it. Another task done."
"I honestly didn't expect for it to be that easy." Keke told her as Katara pointed to the door where they both left the room, the scent of birds and dust easily gone. "How do they know where to go?"
"Something about having an innate sense for direction." Katara shrugged as they walked down the hall back into the main war council rooms. It was spacious, but intimate with snow leopard pelts spread out on the floor and weaponry placed neatly across the walls, "You'll know you've gotten a letter from another nation when you see one of their birds."
"How convenient." Keke joked, "Here I've been waiting on the docks to write up to my Northern friends when I could be using a whole bird!"
"Well, the docks are for our mailing system, but for urgent messages as long as one is available we can use one." Katara frowned, blue eyes scanned the empty room, "Still no sign of Pakku and Dad I see. I wonder what they're waiting for. I saw the chest, I know at least my brother and Pakku came by. It's bad enough that I'm already late. I need to figure out which ship I'll be headed off on."
"Hey…", Keke began, "When do you leave?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out." Katara crossed her arms, pouting. She leaned onto the wall and pulled aside a curtain to check the window for any sign of anyone.
"Wait, shhh…" Keke held her ear to the door, "Did you hear that?"
Katara leaned back and listened for sound, but heard only the wind from outdoors from the small window.
"What do you mean? Do you hear something?"
"Hold on, I think I do. This way!"
"Ke'anna, no!"
But the girl was already up and out with Katara trailing behind her. Katara came to a stop and heaved to catch her breath before directing her attention to Keke who had her ear pressed to another wall. She watched the girl creep forward and signal ahead towards a door.
Then Katara started to hear it. Whispers of some sort. They sounded intentional and direct and they were growing louder by the second. Carefully, Katara peered behind Keke to where the tapestry guarding the doorway was. Keke had knelt down peering in the doorway where an inch of light was peeking out from the sides with Katara above her. They could see the two Northern men Katara recognized from the other day. They looked to be twins, fraternal at least. One dressed in purple, the other in blue. They were all sitting at a low table, on the other side of them was Pakku and her father himself.
"And what does the North think of this?" Hakoda spoke up, snow wolf pelts decorating his torso and arms. He wore his navy blue attire with a dagger strapped to his sides. "Are they the ones behind this matter?"
"It's not about the North, Chieftain." The councilman began, wearing long royal purple coated robes with a northern symbol across both of his sleeves, "It's that both nations are looking rather uneasy."
"Uneasy?" Pakku narrowed his eyes on the man, his arms folded in his robes.
"Both nations?" Hakoda added.
"Yes. With Yue gone, we have gotten news that the North is seeking a stable alliance since its borders were recently breached by an unknown accomplice."
Katara's eyes widened and she bit back the urge to gasp.
Hakoda's face took a turn, "Is everyone alright, was anyone hurt?"
The second councilman in blue coated sleeves matching his brother went on, "Nobody was hurt since nobody was found, but some artifacts were stolen which makes the North look weak having their borders impreganated. With the South rebuilding, it is in a stronger place and having heirs makes it look stronger as well. I'm afraid that from all the catastrophe that the two countries have experienced, there are still those who wish danger upon our borders. Without a stable alliance, the North–
"What do you mean without a stable alliance?" Pakku spat out, "The North and the South are sister tribes. That is more than an alliance. More than any other nation has. Are they asking for soldiers?"
"We have already suffered greatly and I don't feel it is safe for me to send people to the North since we are still a tribe of mostly women and children. We need men here to protect their families. Too many have been forced to leave in the past and I cannot afford to give more to the North. The South has given enough. It's already troubling enough that the North did not give any help in our time of need."
Pakku looked to his son-in-law, "While I do hear you Chief, the North is not free of any judgment, but many have come from across the seas to help rebuild. That is worth something."
"That we are all grateful for, Master Pakku, you are correct in that retrospect." Hakoda told him, he brought his attention towards the councilmen, "Tell us what issue needs to be fixed at hand. Is this what has the North shaken? A breaking and entering is serious, but something tells me there is more. We are already in alliance. The Southern Reconstruction Project has gone smoothly. But, we need our resources here. We simply don't have extra resources to give out. This is something Cheiftain Arnook must take care of himself. What I can do is send Vo do some investigating in the meantime."
"We agree. This season is indeed a special time and we want to be certain that both nations are safe. Free of looking particularly defenseless." The second counselman spoke, "We know sir that you have a multitude of soldiers to keep watch. One thing that is sure to keep things best at bay is to make sure there are measures put in place in the event any royals are put at risk."
Hakoda cleared his throat, "Our nation has soldiers, sailors, and plenty of supplies for this upcoming season. Please tell me what exactly needs an additional layer?"
The two councilmen shared a look before one spoke up, continuing, "The South is prosperous and strong as it should be. However, there is some talk concerning …your children."
"My children?!" Hakoda questioned, his voice elevated. His hands were beginning to tremble.
"More specifically your daughter, Katara."
"And what about my daughter, Katara?" Hakoda slammed his fist on the table the men were all sitting at, a few papers scattered and the low table shook with a heavy throttle, "Tell me what has the North been plotting concerning any of my children?!"
The older brother wasted no time speaking up, "A young man by the name of Hahn was adopted into the Northern Chieftain's household when Yue had passed and he is looking for a bride. Your daughter from what we have been told is of marital age."
The Chieftain narrowed his eyes darkly.
"This apprenticeship…this partnership in particular with foreign affairs is not where our focus needs to be for this upcoming year. It is time for both nations, the North and the South, to consider the idea of marriage.", the older councilman finished.
Katara's eyes widened and with that, she turned and headed down the hall in a hurry.
"Kat!" Keke exclaimed, "Kat, wait!"
"Either this, or you yourself as Chieftain can make this right. You may even consider for yourself to bring in a new partnership. ", the second man added.
"And why. Why my children or I? Why must we fix what is not broken?"
Pakku huffed at the circumstances and thought aloud to himself, "In case any of our tribes falls under any sort of attack. The marriage bond makes us look stronger. Protects us and allows us to produce heirs. With the North losing Princess Yue, we know we can't afford any more setbacks and we can't afford to lose any more royalty."
A silence passed.
"When the time is right, I will speak with my children."
A/N:
Let's just say, I'm out of hiatus.
Another chapter ending with Hakoda. I like to put additions into the culture of the SWT and establish meaning into some traditions I think they would have. The South has rebuilt itself tremendously. I'm interested in Katara growing and learning about her identity and where she stands post war. This story will feature some controversial topics such as sexuality, drugs, drinking, womanhood, peer pressure, prostitution, abuse, swearing, body art, nudity, relationships, and anything else I can think of. So, it will be rather graphic in a sense. I enjoy feedback and ideas/suggestions. Open to constructive criticism.
Next chapter: What is going on up North? Are dark days truly ahead? Aang and Suki make it out of the storm. Is Katara going to have to put her plans aside? Will the Festival still happen? And what of Zuko and everything on his plate? Are Aang and Katara ready to talk about what happened?
- Sorry to keep you waiting! Hope you enjoyed this dope chapter :) I appreciate u #1stReviewer
P.S. I understand Arctic continents do not experience spring, but I'm adding an astrological twist.
