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Kuvira clutched a small piece of metal in her hand, staring across the courtyard at Huan who was busy making sculptures as he did every day. She took one look at the metal, squeezed it gently, and walked over to where the boy was. She didn't like asking anything of Huan. He was always so quiet.

"Hey, Huan, can you help me with something?" Kuvira asked.

The boy didn't look up from his work as he mumbled, "Depends."

Kuvira sat beside the boy, ignoring his answer and watching him sculpt his small piece of metal. His design was very intricate, which never ceased to amaze Kuvira.

"I want you to teach me how you do that."

Huan raised an eyebrow without looking up from his piece. "Do what?"

"Those designs," Kuvira said, pointing to the metal in his hands. "They're so detailed. I only learn how to fight with metal. I want to learn how to sculpt like you."

"Why don't you ask Mom for help?"

Kuvira scowled. Of course he would try to pass the work off to someone else. Huan did not like his precious art time being cut into.

"She's too busy with Wing and Wei to teach me how to design. She only teaches me the self defense and fighting aspects to metal bending," Kuvira said. She paused, ready to use her finishing move. "Besides, I think your work is better than hers."

This actually made Huan smile briefly before reverting back to his sullen, reserved self. After a few moments of silent sculpting, he said, "Fine, I can teach you."

Kuvira smiled widely. "Thank you, Huan!"

"Why do you want to learn how to sculpt anyway?" Huan asked. "You're more of a fighter."

"I can do both!" Kuvira argued quickly.

"You're doing it for Baatar, aren't you?" Huan asked simply, ignoring her protests.

Kuvira felt her cheeks turning bright red. "No, it's not for Baatar," she argued.

"You want to sculpt his designs so he can show Mom and Dad," Huan continued, ignoring her once more. "And you think he'll like you more if you do."

Kuvira sighed angrily. "Fine, I want to learn for Baatar," Kuvira said, cutting the boy off. She saw Huan smile a bit again. "Happy now?"

Huan shook his head. "I'm rarely happy."

"I can't believe Mom kept these," Baatar said, breaking Kuvira from her thoughts. He held up a few metal pieces in his hands.

Kuvira was shocked as well. They were pieces she had sculpted from Baatar's designs years before. They were small models, mediocre in comparison to Huan's. That project had proven Huan was the artist and Kuvira was the fighter. Kuvira had thought the matriarch would have disposed of them years ago. She hadn't even realized Baatar had given them to her.

"These made me so happy," Baatar reminisced as he looked at each of them. They had been kept in a small box in one of the drawers of the desk. Hidden from sight, Kuvira noted, but still there. She wondered if Su ever looked at them or had looked at them since Baatar and her had left. Maybe that's why they were tucked away in a box. Su was always so sentimental.

Baatar held one up to the light so they both could see.

"Mom put this one in the model of the city," he said quietly, pointing back at the shining display on the table behind them. His voice became slightly sad. "I shouldn't be surprised to find it here instead of there."

Kuvira stepped forward and took the box from him quickly. "We'll take these back with us," she said, "where they'll be admired like they should be."

Baatar's smile told her it was the right thing to say as she turned and walked from the room. She wanted to get out of there. All it held were bitter memories of the past.

~AN~

Thanks to those of you reading and reviewing! You guys make me so happy.

Sorry about the late post. Yesterday is my busy day and it was also Big Little Reveal night so I actually wasn't home all day... I got the perfect Big though so that's awesome :D

Also sorry the chapter is a little short. I'm running out of pre-made chapters and storylines. Also school is killing me...

Until next week!