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The two of them were at it again. The ringing of their training bell giving the two a beat to set their heart rates to. They stood right at the edge of the camp. On top of a small outcropping that overlooked the majesty of the Earth Kingdom's northern old growth forests. The old man and the little girl. He stood at attention, his broad shoulders straight. With a bit of prompting and some guidance she copied him. He had to let her run her hands on his shoulders, arms, hands, chest, back, legs, it was the only way she could memorize his stance.
While the other members of the resistance cleaned camp, trained the young, or worked on future battle tactics, the master and apprentice trained. Many of the younger cadets would grumble about this. About how the Prince was favoring the Blind Boar. And maybe he truly favored benders over non-benders. Iroh was no fool, he kept an ear out for such grumbling. Division within a rebellion could spell it's end just as fast as any outside enemy threat.
Iroh found it difficult to train a blind warrior, but was also surprised by just how quickly she had taken to the lessons. She was intelligent, she was scrappy, and she was imaginative. She did not just take instructions. Everything had to be explained, and if she didn't want to do it then she wouldn't. She would never make a good solider. But a fine field commander was not out of the question.
Iroh took her wrist and carefully adjusted her fingers. He brought her arm across her chest and slowly eased it down, around her heart, up her other arm, and then followed through. After demonstrating a few more times Toph finally got the gist of the move. Her legs were planted firmly and her back was straight.
Earth bending stands apart from fire and water. Fire and water are not firm elements. Neither is air. Those three move with a flowing movement. Able to change direction and bend with their elements. Earth is firm, determined, and substantial. Either the element or the bender would move. It is not moving with the element, it is forcing the element.
So learning this strange flowing move felt odd for the little girl. Iroh shook his head, realized that she couldn't see him, thought the words out carefully, and spoke.
"Almost. That is an improvement. But you are too stiff. Your arms are like waves, or the wind, you need to focus your chi and let it tumble down your limbs. Redirection is difficult. But you are able to do it. I can just feel it." Iroh wasn't entirely sure what would happen if you trained an Earth Bender, especially one as talented and inventive as this one, in the arts of Fire Bending. But she had already surprised him in countless ways.
Toph frowned in concentration. She dug her toes into the dirt and did the move again. And again. And again. She would get this stupid move down. She didn't know when she might use it. But it was bound to be helpful.
With the sound of the breeze in their ears the two continued to train. Toph learning new moves, not just Earth bending ones, but Fire and Water as well. She would never be able to bend those elements, but perhaps the moves could be applied to her native stone. The crash of two boulders on each other echoed as she moved them. She smirked, maybe she was getting somewhere.
The crash of the waves on the beach was deafening. As was the gulls wheeling and squawking overhead. The swish of the sand dusting over dunes. The clacking of the wheels went over the cobblestones. The ostrich horses dragging the overfilled carriages let out irritated snorts and clacks.
The gates to the private estate clicked closed behind the four large carriages. Zuko let out a snort and shot upwards, his hair was in a wild mess, drool was on his cheek, and there were small marks from Azula's knees on his neck.
"I'm awake! I'm up!" He shouted. He rubbed his eyes. Azula glowered at her brother in irritation.
"Could have fooled me." She said critically. She rolled her scroll up and plopped it into the large bag that carried all of the others. Katara was gazing in amazement at the fine little house in front of her. It was still a mansion, it was still grander then any of the igloo's that she had lived in back in the south. It was definitely much smaller then the palace. And even some of the other mansions on the beach.
But it was hidden, and it was private, and it was old. Clearly it had been kept in the family and well maintained for multiple generations. The trio of carriages came to a stop and the children were the first ones out. Katara purposefully helping Zuko and then Azula down. Just like she had been trained to do.
She then rushed over to the other carriage and offered her hands to her very pregnant mother and then to Lady Ursa. Kya had one hand firmly on her lower back, leaning backwards and breathing heavily. She resembled a landed walrus seal minus the whiskers. And she was still a few weeks away from her due date. So movement was at best awkward. But she wore the pregnancy well and looked as if she absolutely burned with beauty and fullness.
"Thank you darling." Ursa said with an amused smile. She gave the little girl an affectionate rub to the top of Katara's head. Making the girl absolutely bask in the positive enrichment. The scent of the sea washed across everyone. The small family and their pets turned and breathed deep the fantastic air. The whistling of the wind around the sides of the massive volcanic rocks and the soft white sands made a hypnotic melody.
"My mistress." A gruff voice cut through. The clack of servants sandals echoed across the small courtyard. Ursa grinned and nodded her affirmation to the woman. She was not much older then Ursa or Kya, but she did seem to have a bit more age around her. In the set of her jaw, the gray streaks in her hair, the sharpness of her golden eyes.
"Hello Keoza." Ursa took the servants hands and gave them a little squeeze and shake. Kya stiffened and stared between the two women. Keoza was shorter then Kya had expected. Almost the same height as Hama, Keoza's mouse sparrow brown hair was in a small bun with long sharp bangs going down on either side of her face. And a small fan of bangs across her forehead. Her skin was tanned, that could have been from the beach and sun and surf, or from her southern heritage. Her face was definitely Hama's. High cheekbones, strong jawline, and a very cute chin.
She also had an absolutely amazing rack and strong six pack abs. Short full thighs and legs, cute ankles with tiny golden chains looped around each. She wore a black short robe that stopped just below her ass. With red and orange flames darting around the hems and up the robes sides and along the sleeves. Her tits ballooned the robe outwards. It was almost comical how perfectly melon sized and shaped they were. Her nipples were tenting the fabric as well.
A long handled ivory pipe was shoved into her bun, a small thread of smoke trailed upwards.
Ursa noticed Kya staring, Katara standing beside her very pregnant mother (A solid 7 and a half months) Both of them staring in wide eyed amazement.
"Keoza, this is Kya and Katara. They are very good friends of your mother." Keoza turned her gaze onto Kya and bowed formally.
"Miss Kya."
"Miss Keoza." Kya nudged Katara who quickly bowed so low that her forehead touched the ground. The small bell on her collar jingled. Keoza raised an interested eye.
"It's a gift. So that Master Zuko and Mistress Azula know where I am." Katara touched the bell self consciously. She stared at her bare feet, at her fingers, at Keoza's legs. She could see so much of Hama in this other woman. It was honestly rather intimidating.
"It is a very lovely bell." Keoza said with a smile. She kneeled down and hefted the bell with a smile. The small jingles were musical. "You should be very proud to wear it."
Katara smiled and blushed.
"You are the mistress of the house?" Kya asked. One hand cradling her stomach. The other moving a little self-consciously in the air. Keoza grinned smugly and nodded.
"For a few decades now. I must apologize Mistress. I had intended the house to be prepared for your arrival. But unfortunately, there were a few additional complications. That I was only made aware of earlier today." Ursa frowned then she rubbed her eyes with the tips of her fingers.
"He didn't try to prepare you for her arrival?"
"No mistress."
"I did say that she was going to be a surprise. But I implied it was for the children." Ursa shook her head in disgust. Once again Ozai was being a complete asshole.
"Prepare for who's arrival?" Azula snapped beside the other women. She had snuck up on them like a shark grizzly on the prowl. "You know I do not like to be surprised. Now who is in my house?"
"Me!" A voice called from the front porch. Katara spun on her heel, a massive grin snapping across her face. Azula dropped her bag and Zuko let out a surprised smile.
"Suki!" Katara shouted and clapped her hands in delight. The little Kyoshian islander had a large floppy green and brown striped hat on, along with a billowing all white sundress that reached her ankles. And a massive smile that matched the others.
Azula reached her first and nearly bowled the pen pal over. Zuko was next and had his arms around her next. The two Fire Nation siblings chatted quickly, confusedly, excitedly. Suki whipped one way then the other. Her eyes wide and her smile infectious.
"What are you doing here?" Katara shouted, cutting right to the center of their questions.
"Fire Lord Ozai sent a ship to pick me up. It was meant to be a surprise. I've always wanted to see more of the world. So I got to take a little field trip to the Fire Nation. Syutti was furious when I left." Suki said with a chuckle.
"This is going to be interesting. It's weird to see you all around the island. And the house." Zuko said with a shy grin. He wasn't used to girls. Or at least new girls. He actually spent an alarming amount of time around women. But he still felt a little formal and strange with them.
"I fell like I've already seen so much. Azula is INSANELY good at writing letters. She pretty much told me everything about this place." Suki said with a cute smile. Everything about the short Earth Kingdom islander was cute. She simply radiated it.
"Well then." Azula wrapped an arm authoritatively around Suki's arm and began to march her into the household. "Let me show you just how good of a writer I am." Zuko followed after the duo, confident that the servants would get the bags and boxes they had brought with them.
"And where do you think you're going?" Keoza placed an authoritative hand on Katara's shoulder. She looked up in surprise. Her collar jangling a little.
"I was going to go explore the mansion." She said pointing into the entranceway. Keoza shook her head with a slightly sad smile. Clearly the new pet was new. Or at least still new enough that she had to be taught a thing or two.
"There is still much to do. The house is clean, but we need more groceries. We weren't expecting a guest." Katara deflated and folded her hands respectfully over her stomach.
"Oh. Yes Ma'am."
"Katara aren't you coming?" Zuko poked his head around the doorway. Keoza rested both hands on the little girls shoulders and called back to the prince.
"I am going to need help down in town. She has volunteered to help." Zuko frowned in irritation. He had hoped to show her around the house along with Suki.
"Don't pout Zuko." Ursa chastised her son as she walked through the doorway. "Keoza needs an extra hand finishing the shopping. And Kya certainly can't do it."
Kya waddled past. Carrying a few bags herself. Even while pregnant she was still expected to work. It wasn't as if she got a free day at all. And Ursa would expect her pet to work even when they were technically on vacation. But still...
"What about this?" Kya ventured to the other two women.
"So you are the house mistress?" Katara asked Keoza as they walked through the market place. Katara's collar was on a leash attached to a loop on Keoza's hip. Katara's arms were full of cloth sacks. Stuffed full of leafy greens, long leeks, hot peppers, a hundred different spices and a few dozen assorted fresh fruits.
The cobble stones leading through the beach town were made out of thick slabs of volcanic rock and made a strange reflective surface. There were multiple different shops, some selling impulse buy items such as towels, shirts, sun hats, sunscreen, candy, and more long term items such as cook ware, scrolls, and furniture.
"For a few decades now. Keep up." Keoza said as they turned a corner. She consulted a list and turned to a local man working at a stall. "Finish this list and have it delivered by tonight."
"Your mother…."Katara started as they went down another side street. Keoza paused by the carriage they had taken down and passed more of the bags inside. The carriage was not as grand as the one that had carried them from the port into the city. But it was big enough to creak on it's wheels. And to hold all of the purchased groceries along with the two servants. And a frowning Zuko.
"Are you sure I can't get out?" He complained. Keoza grinned that familiar grin that Hama wore when she was delivering necessary news.
"Yes my prince. Your mother said you could come along. But she also insisted upon your safety."
"I could protect him. I could easily protect him." Katara said proudly. She quickly deflated, they didn't like it when she got too proud of herself. She had to keep that in mind and not get a big head.
"I am sure. You do look formidable. But no fighting in town. I have a reputation to uphold." Keoza responded with a chuckle. She took the final bag out of Katara's arms and put it in snugly beside Zuko. He resembled a strange king, surrounded by all of the produce. The Lord of the grocery market.
She closed the door to the carriage and took Katara's hand. Leading the little girl back into the wild tide of the market street. She studied the next few items on her list with a scowl. Katara frowned upwards at Keoza, concentrating. Searching. Trying with all of her might to feel it, to feel the connection. It had been so fast with Hama….surely this daughter of the south pole also felt they were kindred spirits?
Keoza pulled her simple pipe out of her bun. The stem was a dark brown wood with a simple wave carved on the side. She placed it in her mouth, she flicked her thumb against her calloused palm and a small spark of flame burst to life on her thumb nail. She popped her thumb into the bowl and began puffing.
Katara glanced away. Her heart freezing. No wonder she hadn't felt the tug with this woman. Keoza didn't take after her mother, she took after her father. The poor thing. Katara felt her stomach drop and her toes curl.
Keoza studied the list a bit more and frowned.
"Hmm. Next two places are in entirely different directions. It will take forever….You see that alley?" Keoza pointed to where they had just come from. Katara glanced back and nodded.
"And you see those stores there right?" Katara nodded again.
"And you can read right?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Very good. And very polite. Well do you think that you can find your way back right?" Katara glanced to the alley, the store fronts, and then in the direction Keoza was pointing.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good. We're going to split up. You're going to go to this address, give them this list, show them this mark and then come back with the groceries. I don't want any dawdling. I don't want any waiting around. You go to this address, get everything on credit, get back to the carriage. It will make everything go much faster got it?"
"Yes Ma'am." Katara nodded. Keoza grinned and pressed her knuckles good naturedly into Katara's forehead.
"Good gal. Here's the list. I'll see you soon." Katara turned and started walking. Her bell jingling. Her head held high. Escape not even a thought in her head. She felt very mature and very grown up. Another servant was treating her with respect, treating her with this grand responsibility. She was actually permitted to go out and perform a duty without an adult constantly hovering over her.
A few people actually got out of her way as she walked past. They heard her bell jingling, noticed her coming and moved respectfully out of the way. Even if she was just a pet of the Fire Nation, she was still clearly a high ranking member of the Fire Nation royal palace. Katara walked with a bit more pep in her step. And even felt a smile on her face.
The store was completely unremarkable. Except for the small group of young Fire Nation boys hanging out front it could have been any other small, sweet selling store. Her mouth watered at the scent of the spun sugar cane, made into thick sticks and dipped in a thick hot spiced dust.
The interior was strangely lit. Most of the windows were clouded over, large dusty jars filled with dried tea leaves and large powdered hot mixes. She saw some for hot chocolate, other for spiced hot chocolate, and something called caramel hot chocolate.
"Um excuse me." Katara approached the big breasted Fire Nation woman working at the counter. She was wearing a semi open robe. The sash tied into a loose knot. Her hair was also in a bun, Katara wondered if that was the style around Ember Island. The worker blinked slowly and languidly. She had a long cigarette holder that was smoking with a thin nub.
"Yeah?" The woman took another long drag. She had a few small wrinkles around her mouth and nose. But they were not cruel lines, or tired lines, just the lines of a beach dweller.
"I need to fill out this order." Katara handed the list up and then tapped at the sigil on the upper corner of the list. The counter woman raised an interested eyebrow. Or maybe she just twitched. Katara couldn't tell.
"Hey hey! I told you kids! No kids in the store!" A short balding man who was wide as he was tall with thick knuckles covered in hair came storming out of the backroom. He had dark gold eyes and a orange apron with white stripes on.
"She's just picking things up for her owner Jo' Peen." The woman said with a roll of her eyes. She hooked a long pinky through an apron waiting on a stool and pulled it on. Her breasts ballooned the front humorously. And she had to retie it a few times until she got 70% of her boobies under it.
"Give me that." He snatched the sheet of paper out of the younger woman's hands and scanned it. He grinned, he was missing some teeth. "Oh they're back in town! Well I'll get the special. You wait right here. Pull up a chair. Make yourself at home. Shouldn't take a minute."
He scuttled out, his entire demeanor changed. He rushed back in quickly to give the younger woman a brief kiss to the cheek and then rushed back into the back. Clapping his hands in delight.
Katara glanced around the store, there was still no chair. In fact the room was almost exclusively counters, large glass jars, and the shelves they sat on.
"It'll be a second. He's terrible, but he knows how to get his hands on good tea." The woman flipped out a bag and began to stuff it full of sweet treats, dehydrated plums, peaches in jars of syrup, diced pineapple mixed with red chili flakes, a half dozen boxes of hard candies, and then a trio of small yellow rectangular lollipops.
"What are those?" Katara asked, standing on tip toe to see them.
"Gifts for the Fire heirs and their guest. Fire Honey lollipops with infused lemons and rose water."
"Fire Honey lollipops?" Katara asked, her eyes wide in amazement. They looked scrumptious! They looked amazing. They caught the light and almost seemed to glimmer in the light sickly dripping through the window.
"Very popular this year. Gurantee that they will be mass ordered by your masters." Katara licked her lips in tender acceptance. Those were not for her. They would never be for her. She hadn't earned them. She looked down sadly.
The work lady glanced into the bag, then back at Katara.
"So the Fire Prince. The Little Princess. Their guest. Oh! Forgot to add one for the guest. Here you'd better hold onto it so I don't forget again." The worker slipped a fourth lollipop out from a jar and leaned over the counter. She bounced it a few times in front of Katara's face. Katara reached out nervously. Her little fingers flexing in amazement. She glanced at the smirking worker, then at the lollipop. The worker winked conspiratorially. Katara snatched the fire honey lollipop and slipped it into her pocket.
"Thank you." Katara said softly. The worker shrugged in response.
"For what? I'm just doing my job kid." Katara still smiled thankfully. The man bustled in from the back and carefully placed three packages wrapped in the finest bright red paper. With black dragons as an insignia along the sides. He tied the entire package up with a piece of twine and gently deposited it into Katara's arms.
"And just remember to tell your owners that my shop is the place to come if they want sweets and tea!" He appeared far more jovial now that he knew who she belonged to.
Katara waited until she was outside of the shop to open up her lollipop. She gave it a quick sniff and then gave it a tentative lick. Before happily plopping the entire thing into her mouth and beginning to suck. She happily began to walk down the street. There was sand on the cobblestones that made small crunching noises beneath the passer bys feet. Katara held the package of tea and sweets and candy's in both arms as she contentedly enjoyed her sweet treat. The lemon flavor was strong, but the thin undercurrent of rose petals seemed to enhance the fire in the honey.
She turned a corner and came up short. A trio of older boys stood in front of her. They were wearing black vests with golden trim. Their hair was fashionable, and they had expensive looking shoes and necklaces on. Her bell jingled a little and the lollipop stuck smartly to the roof of her mouth.
"Hey! Watch where you're going." One of the taller boys said. The other two began to circle around her. Katara hugged the package tighter to her chest and glanced down respectfully. She knew that she did not have a lot of time, she had to get back to the carriage. Keoza would definitely be cross if Katara was late. And Katara wanted to impress the woman. She wanted to show her that she could do as good a job as anyone. That she had a right to be friends with Hama.
"Forgive me." One of them flicked her ear. She turned with a scowl, only to be flicked again by another. She turned to face him now. Like a walrus crocodile pup being harassed by snow wolves.
"I've never seen her around before." One of them spoke over her head. He reached for her package. She held it all the tighter and glanced around. She wished she had a knife, then she could show them a thing or two. Or water, if she was only allowed to water bend then all three would be toast.
"Yeah I would recognize her fat can." One of them kicked her right in the butt causing Katara to stumble forward.
"P-Please." She let out. Her lollipop falling to the ground and plopping in some sand.
"Please? Oh she wants it again." The boy kicked her in the butt, harder this time. Katara stumbled awkwardly to the ground. Trying to keep the package from being broken or smashed. It would be one thing if it was only her groceries. But this was Zuko and Azula's property. And there was a treat for Suki too! It wasn't right if they got damaged.
"Please! I need to get back to my owners. My masters are expecting me!" Katara pleaded to the ground. A wasp ant was nosing around her dropped candy. Crawling over it impersonally.
"Yeah? Are they the ones who put this bell on you?" One of the boys grabbed her collar and yanked upwards sharply. Katara let out a strangled yelp. The leather and metal biting into her thin throat.
"Tell ya what fatty, if you come and live with me and be MY pet then I'll give you a bigger and nicer bell. I hear that pets like that sort of stuff. Since they don't have anything that nice where you come from."
"Where does she come from?" One of the trio asked, he had a stupid shaped head and dull eyes.
"Yeah, tell me fatty who do you belong to?"
'Why does everyone in this fucking country keep on calling me fat?' Katara wondered. Her mind was reeling and snapping. Trying to find a way to get out of there. Her little heart was beating like a drum and her hands were squeezing the package hard enough that she heard something crinkle on the inside.
"Katara are you around here?" A familiar voice called from around a corner. The clomp of boots caught her attention. Katara whipped her head up with a smile. Zuko turned the corner and frowned at what was going on.
His hand instinctively snatched to his knife and he marched forward. He was shorter then the boys. But what he lacked in height he made up for in pure ferocity. He ground his teeth as he approached.
"What are you doing to her?" The boys were smirking but also walking back with respect.
"Oh hey Prince Zuko." The leader of the trio said. He pushed his fashionable perfect beach bum hair cut out of his eyes. "I haven't seen you since school let out. What are you doing here?"
"Looking for Katara." Zuko glowered as he helped her up. She was staring down wistfully at the piece of candy. He noticed and then snapped his eyes back to the trio.
"Was that hers? Was that yours? Did they knock you down?" Katara bit her lip and nodded. She then stared up at Zuko underneath her eyelashes. Her cheeks felt very warm and he looked very grown up.
"Her name is Katara? She belongs to you? Oh man sorry." The boy said with a smug smile. "We thought she was just some pet. We didn't know she belonged to the Fire Prince."
"She isn't just some pet Chan." Zuko said icily. He marched forward until he was nose to nose with the other boy.
"She has a collar though." The thick headed boy pointed out.
"She belongs to my family. She is more then just a pet. More then just property. She is MINE. My Katara. And you three were harassing her."
"Master Zuko it was my fault. I was dawdling." Katara stepped forward attempting to intervene.
"Hey stay out of this jingles." Chan snapped at Katara. She frowned back and stuck out her tongue at him.
"I was trying to help you. Jerk." Her confidence was starting to erupt again. As was her anger. Because how dare they? How dare they kick the property of the Fire Nation like that?
"Did you just call me a jerk?" Chan snapped back. "Prince Zuko control your pet."
"I told you she isn't a pet. She is Katara!" Zuko's fist lashed out and cracked Chan across the chin. The boy stumbled back. Touching his face in astonishment. He then growled and lunged forward. Prince or no prince. No one struck Chan the son of the great admiral Chan! Zuko got in another blow. Chan and one of his cronies fell on Zuko. Katara placed the package safely to the side. And then like a flying mink protecting her kits, she pounced on the back of one of the boys and bit him right on the ear.
"I should have been there with you from the start." Zuko said as he carried one of the packages. Katara snorted and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Don't worry master. I know that there are more nice people then there are jerks in your kingdom."
"It isn't about that Katara." He squeezed her wrist, pulling her up short. The two were walking arm in arm down the street back to the carriage. They are scruffy, bloody nosed, dirty, and were smiling and chattering away happily until then.
"I was serious back there. You're very special to me. And you are very special to Azula. And to mother. I don't know what would happen if you got hurt or worse. And those guys….They're pretty bad. I know Chan from school. My father insists that I get to know him better, and other boys like that. He calls them strong and…I don't want guys like that pushing you around."
"Master—"
"Zuko. Or Zuzu." Katara blushed and fiddled with his thumb.
"Zuzu….I am tough. I can take what they say. What they do. I don't need to protect myself. Especially since…since I know you will be there to do so." Zuko blinked in astonishment. He then leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.
An old woman was seated on a small beach lounger. She had four teeth, white hair, and was fanning herself with a large orange fan with spice scented on the tips. She cackled at the adorably innocent sight. Which just made the two realize that they were in public and walk all the faster.
"I told you to stay with the carriage." Keoza snapped angrily as Zuko and Katara came back into view. She kneeled and spat into a handkerchief. She rubbed aggressively at Zuko's face, getting dust, dirt, and some blood off of his nose and away from his cheeks.
"Katara was taking so long, I just wanted to—" Keoza turned to Katara and started on her face next. Scrubbing aggressively and tutting in irritation.
"Both of you should have known better. You don't get to dilly dally. You don't go putting yourself in danger."
"It's just Ember Island. The most dangerous things here are the Ember Island players." Zuko said with a cocky grin. Keoza paused, her pipe held between her teeth. She chuckled and nodded. She knuckled his forehead and then Katara's.
"Well don't do it again. Otherwise it's my fine ass in the fire." Katara nodded and handed the boxes up into the carriage. There was just enough room to fit Keoza and Katara and Zuko. If Katara sat on someone's lap. She inched over some more boxes and bags.
Keoza jumped in and knocked her first on the roof. The ostrich horses began trotting off. Back towards the beach house. Katara and Zuko awkwardly scooted and shifted until she finally found herself seated on his lap. A bag of watermelons on one side, and the door on the other. Keoza lounged with a frown across from them. She reached into a whicker basket and held up a small travel plate, made out of bamboo and flattened processed reeds for easy mess free transport. She took off the top, steam billowed out around her face and filled the swaying carriage.
"Also neither of you are getting the sweet treats I picked up from the market. They'll be saved for later." Keoza said sharply. Katara's tummy growled. The buns were glistening with honey and butter and had matching roses stamped into the still warm tops.
"Yes Ma'am." Katara said obediently. Zuko frowned in irritation. He wasn't used to a servant denying him anything. It was tough to see Keoza as a servant though. Maybe it was the shape of her face. Or the way she held her shoulders. Or the spirit's may care attitude. But she reminded him an awful lot of Lu Ten. Or of his uncle Iroh. Or some strange combo of the two. Almost like she was an aunt or a relative. Not a servant.
They were three quarters of the way home when Keoza swore and cracked her fist into her palm.
"Ice! That's what I forgot! Ice! I know how much you kids enjoy that stuff in your fruit cocktails."
"Should we turn back for it?" Zuko asked, he glanced through the window. Katara joining him. The town wasn't terribly far.
"No my prince. It's fine. I will improvise something. I'm sure I can think of a remedy." Keoza sucked on her pipe thoughtfully. Her golden eyes resting briefly on Katara and then on Zuko. He had his arms protectively wrapped around the pet. The jingling of her collar bell lulling the two into relaxation.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.