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Try to see it my way
Characters: Wan, Aang, Zuko
Date: 08.07 just after this
Location: Wood Sector; Mu-Gai
Situation: Wan takes Zuko to see Aang
Warnings/Rating: Awkward Zuko and Tears
[Wan followed the pull on his soul that he figured was most likely Aang. He still couldn't tell Aang and Korra apart from each other - and they both still just felt like him - but Korra didn't live in the Wood Sector like both Aang and Wan did. And the second tug on his soul was further out. The closer to Mu-Gai they got, the stronger that tug felt and he knew he'd chosen the right one to follow.
Wan trotted up to the door and knocked on it while he turned to look back at Zuko.]
He knows we're here... well, he knows I'm here, anyway. He should be down to see us pretty fast.
Date: 08.07 just after this
Location: Wood Sector; Mu-Gai
Situation: Wan takes Zuko to see Aang
Warnings/Rating: Awkward Zuko and Tears
[Wan followed the pull on his soul that he figured was most likely Aang. He still couldn't tell Aang and Korra apart from each other - and they both still just felt like him - but Korra didn't live in the Wood Sector like both Aang and Wan did. And the second tug on his soul was further out. The closer to Mu-Gai they got, the stronger that tug felt and he knew he'd chosen the right one to follow.
Wan trotted up to the door and knocked on it while he turned to look back at Zuko.]
He knows we're here... well, he knows I'm here, anyway. He should be down to see us pretty fast.
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[Aang's voice is distracted. There's too much to think about and he's watching as Zuko. Zuko. Crown-prince of the Fire Nation. As he just...walks away from his doorstep. It's only after Aang loses line of sight of Zuko that he closes the door with a quiet click and turns to follow in Wan's wake towards the kitchen.]
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I need to get you a proper clay teapot. This one is terrible. Where do you keep the tea leaves?
[Wan was totally going to make small talk for a little while.]
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They're in the...here I'll get them.
[He opens the cabinet door and with airbending moves the container of tea from the shelf over to the countertop closest to Wan.
In the process he's instantly reminded of Gyatso, and how the older man would make him tea, or play Pai Sho with him when ever Aang was having a particularly stressful day.
oh.]
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Is this your favorite tea?
[Smiles and small talk and an absolutely relaxed attitude. He was trying to do his best to radiate an aura of safe.]
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Not really, it's just the stuff we have on hand. If I had a favorite tea I wouldn't know how to make it. It was a special blend my mentor drank and I never paid enough attention to get the recipe right.
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[Wan asked as he sat down opposite Aang and let his tea cool just enough that his tongue wouldn't burn when he drank it. But he wasn't going to let his own cool much more than that. He'd drunk enough cold tea before leaving the Lion Turtle to last him a lifetime.]
We could experiment and try to recreate it.
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Like home. I...
[Life is messy.
Aang looks towards his own cup. With a flick of the wrist a small whirlwind appears. It scoots over towards the steaming cup of tea and cools it to just the right temperature for drinking.]
I don't know that I'm ready for that. Not yet.
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[Wan wasn't going to push Aang. This was about getting him to relax and destress, not poke at topics that would make things worse.]
Then we'll just keep trying all the teas in the city together until we find one you like. And a teapot. And I'll show you how to make it properly.
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That's a lot of tea.
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[Wan grinned, laughing a little.]
We could just start making a list and buying a little at a time and trying it. And we can go to Iroh's tea shop to have what he serves. He makes great tea.
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He gives really good advice too.
[He takes a sip from his tea.]
This isn't it. This tea does remind me of Omashu though. Bumi never cared what he drank.
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If Omashu is made of dirt and dead pine needles, then I guess this is a perfect tea for them. It'd be better with more pine needles.
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It kind of is. It's one of the Earth Kingdoms, so...lots of dirt. And it's in the mountains, so there are lots of trees too.
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What are the Earth Kingdoms like? And what's Omashu like? Who's Bumi. Will you tell me about them?
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I met Bumi in Omashu when me and Gyatso traveled there. We were friends from the get-go. Bumi's a Mad Genius. It was his idea to use the gravity slide mail system as a super slide, with air and earthbending to make the sleds go faster.
[Aang's smile serves as punctuation to his story, with it becoming more and more bittersweet towards the end.]
He's king now of the whole city.
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[Wan blinked, his eyes looking off in the distance at his own memories.]
I bet he's a great King if he's your friend. The Chous are the only ruling family I've ever known and they're terrible people.
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I didn't recognize him, mostly because I wasn't expecting him to still be around.
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[That was less nice than he was thinking of.]
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[Because wow. Who does that to friends?
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Wan set his cup down and put on a smile.]
Then that's what matters, isn't it? I'm glad you got to see him again and that someone from your time before the ice was still there to welcome you.
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Speaking of different points of view... are you okay?
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You brought my second biggest enemy to my front door without any warning. I could be better.
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